Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 137 Do you want to be a villain?

Lu Youyou turned around in the dormitory while swiping his phone, and suddenly said: "Jojo, your fans at station b have exceeded 30,000, but in one day, it's too powerful."

Chunxiao smiled and said, "You will be given medals at station b for breaking one hundred thousand. Both Lin Xiang and I. For breaking one million, there will be other medals. You can also go to the annual meeting and become the top 100 up host. We can go to the annual meeting together."

Lu Youyou seems to have become Wen Qiao's agent: "I asked Lin Xiang and Chunxiao, they basically post a video a week, and Zhou Watch, you do the same."

"Well, yoyo, you can also open an account."

Lu Youyou was a little embarrassed: "My level is a little worse than yours, so don't show your ugliness."

Chunxiao said vigorously: "Wherever it's bad, you can be admitted to Central Music, how can it be bad, how sassy we can form the Four Musketeers."

Lu Youyou clasped his palms together: "That's OK, I'll do it too, and the two big guys will also promote me more."

Chun Xiao: "No problem."

Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Okay."

The 502 dormitory is very friendly, and the atmosphere of 504 takes a turn for the worse.

Xu Lu replayed the video of their performance in Austria with a calm face. There was no problem with the performance, except that Zhuang Yan did not look at her squarely at all except for working with her on stage.

She was a little bit resentful, and didn't know since when, people all over the world have been on Wen Qiao's side.

When she was in high school, she was the one who enjoyed the envy of everyone's eyes.

It seems that since Wen Qiao suddenly went to Wen's house to ask for money, everything collapsed at an uncontrollable rate.

Wen Qiao seemed to be a sudden change of person, omnipotent, and even the lost heart of Zhuang Yan could be recovered. She conquered the city and repeatedly gave way, but it didn't help.

Isn't it just composing?

She has been learning piano since she was six years old, and she is proficient in melody.

She did what she said, and she was familiar with arrangement software, but in one night, she produced a complete song.

She appreciated herself, then found the mailbox of Song Hao, the music director of Haimao, and clicked send.

It is raining again outside, Haicheng is rainy in autumn, and the weather is getting cooler.

On the weekend, Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou went home. When passing a phoenix path, they saw He Qian and one of the flight attendants in the Fu Nanli crew sitting in front of the French windows of the Garden Restaurant. She couldn't remember their name.

If you want to come to someone's house, you can be regarded as a former colleague. Wen Qiao didn't take it seriously for a meal and a chat.

When the rain fell outside the window, He Qian drank lipstick tea, and the person sitting opposite was Wang Shan. He was very fond of He Qian on weekdays. Everyone knew that He Qian's family was the daughter of the largest cosmetics group in China.

"Cici, you are no longer in the crew, we all miss you very much."

He Qian smiled bitterly: "Really?"

"Oh, right, after you left that day, Xiao Ji always mentioned that the captain seemed to be going back to some old house for the old lady's birthday."

He Qian raised her eyes.

"Xiao Ji always asked the captain if he wanted to take Wen Qiao back, and the captain said no."

He Qian concentrated on: "Why not?"

"It seems that the elders in the captain's family still don't know about Wen Qiao's existence, right? They said they were looking for a suitable opportunity to introduce her to the family."

He Qian lowered her eyes and struggled a bit in her heart. Should she go to that point, like the bad women played on TV, spare no effort to destroy them.

Will Mrs. Fu and Mrs. Fu accept a girl like Wen Qiao as the only heir's girlfriend?

After all, the Wen family did not recognize her.

She is nothing.

Family deviations will always exist in the upper class.

She was a little confused and hesitated.

(End of this chapter)