The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

Xia Zhenyu also felt that Sui An was too tense, but some people have very high standards for themselves, so he didn't intend to change other people's opinions, so he took his good brother to the seaside BBQ to relax.

Lin Sui went back to Lin's house and asked Ran Yang to check the owner of the license plate.

Ran Yang is high-spirited these days. According to the guiding teaching of his elder brother, he has confidence in his heart and confidence in his words. When he and his illegitimate son are fighting for a project, he is not messing with his father, but showing it to his elder brother who thinks he can do it The proposal was handed over, and his father praised him so much that he was overjoyed.

It doesn't matter if Lin Sui is younger than him or if he dropped out of high school, anyway, he will recognize his elder brother.

He took care of such trivial matters as checking the license plate number in minutes.

Lin Sui looked at Xia Zhenyu's information and knew that this was not Yan Qin, but Yan Qin was in this car that day. Lin Sui checked Xia Zhenyu's friends, and there was no need to use the network. There was a person without a photo on Baidu Encyclopedia name.

Friends in the circle - Sui An.

Lin Sui knew the name, and there was a category in the original owner's playlist, which included songs produced by Suian.

Sui An is a genius in the composition and arrangement circle. He can control various styles and is recognized as a gold medal composer.

It's just that he is extremely mysterious, never showing his face, and never accepting interviews. When Yuji was photographing the singer, he happened to photograph the singer eating with him. In the photo, the young man was wearing a mask and hat, only showing a pair of unruly and cold eyes.

Lin Sui clicked on this name with a smile in his eyes.

Yan Qin is the one whose soul has been replenished, so the time when he entered this virtual world is different from his own. His soul will be put into the previous time node, and grow like a person who originally existed in this world.

Lin Sui asked Ran Yang to continue to check for him, and left Lin's house after getting the address.

In a high-end community with excellent privacy, there is a resident whose curtains are closed all year round.

The remodeled living room, which is used as a place of creation, is extraordinarily spacious, and papers with musical notes are scattered all over the floor.

The wastebasket was already full of paper balls, yet someone was still making new garbage.

Yan Qin put down his pen in annoyance, like a sleepy animal in the world of thoughts, with broken and discontinuous tunes in his mind, no matter what, it seemed that something was missing.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded at this moment, who would come to the door at this time, Yan Qin thought it was Xia Zhenyu who had been looking for him during the day, and opened the door with a frown.

At the door was a strange young man with black hair, white shirt and jeans, and beautiful deep eyes, like a mysterious late-night visitor.

"Teacher Suian, can you go in and sit down?"

The bright red lips opened and closed, spit out a soft tone.

Yan Qin lost his mind for a moment, allowing him to step into the private realm.

This is not Yan Qin's style in the past, he asked with sullen eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"I want you to write a song."

Yan Qin has heard this sentence too many times, and there are countless people who want to ask him to write songs, who is the strange young man in front of him.

"If you want business cooperation, you can join my agent to discuss, but I don't have time recently, so I won't accept any invitations."

Yan Qin's refusal was very cold, and even the movement of bending down to pack up the draft was a little irritable.

"Yeah?"

The voice of the young man rises, as if he is questioning.

Yan Qin turned impatiently and wanted to ask this strange guest to leave, but saw the young man resting his fingers on the buttons of his shirt and unhurriedly undoing one.

"Isn't that okay too?"

The paper in Yan Qin's hand was crumpled into a ball: "I don't want to eat this."

Someone actually played the unspoken rules on him? What a messy atmosphere.

He will never violate his own principles because of the huge benefits given by others. The songs he writes are only for those who feel suitable, and he only writes songs for those who feel suitable. He has never dismissed such crooked thoughts.

"What about this?"

The young man said with great interest, and unbuttoned a few more buttons, and the shirt hung loosely on his body, revealing his white shoulders.

The smooth shoulder and neck lines are like a swan in the night lake. The black rope on his wrist is in contrast with his cold white skin, like a painting with sharp color contrast to stimulate the senses to the maximum.

He clearly knew what he was doing, he was not in a hurry, his black and white eyes were full of smiles, this was a simple and straightforward temptation that didn't make people feel kitsch, because of his look, he became sexy .

He is not a lamb delivered to the door, but a hunter hiding his ambition.

Yan Qin stared blankly for a while, and the sudden violent heart palpitations made Yan Qin dazzled, and he had no thought of resisting at all, even though this was not his usual style at all.

The thoughts in his mind just now have been forgotten by him to the horizon, and he just unbuttoned his shoulders to show off, but he can't look away, the voice in his head is not noisy at all, it is very consistent.

The nerves in his brain were so excited that his eyes trembled faintly, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly, so he clasped the young man's hand.

It seems to stop, but it seems to be a tacit answer.

The cold light shines from the center of the living room in the upper corner, and the light and shadow are clearly outlined.

Lin Sui chuckled with unconscious greed and obsession on his face.

Yan Qin couldn't refuse him, even if he had no memory, he always knew it.

The white shirt is mixed with the white manuscript paper, and the young people lying in various pieces of inspirational music are like blank movements.