Lin Yao tilted her head, a pair of beautiful eyes rolled slightly, and finally came up with a new statement:

"Oh, yes, then my friend didn't think that song was suitable for his singer, so he didn't buy it, I heard that song and thought it was quite suitable for me to sing. ”

"I see. ”

The little assistant was finally fooled, but she couldn't do something as big as buying a song.

"But Sister Yan's side ......"

"It's okay, I won't make it difficult for you, I'll tell Sister Yan. ”

Lin Yao picked up her mobile phone and dialed Mo Yan's number.

"Hey, Yaoyao, why is it so early?"

Mo Yan's voice didn't sound fully awake yet.

"I'm sorry, Sister Yan, I forgot it's only six o'clock. ”

Lin Yao stuck out his tongue, then coughed lightly, trying to make his tone as serious as possible:

"I found a song that worked well for me, and I wanted to buy it and include it on my new album. ”

"Really, who wrote the song?" Mo Yan suddenly came to her senses, she stayed in Kyoto this time to talk to the company about Lin Yao's new album.

The difference between Lin Yao and the company lies in the quality of the last three songs on the album.

The company wanted to release the album as soon as possible so that Lin Yao's popularity could be cashed in, but Lin Yao felt that the quality of the last three songs was not good and did not want to compromise.

Now Mo Yan is under a lot of pressure, while reassuring Lin Yao that she is not in a hurry, and at the same time mediating with the company's senior management, she has to try her best to invite songs everywhere.

If Lin Yao can handle these three songs by herself, it will naturally be the best result.

"It was written by a bar singer, but it sounded good and I thought it was perfect for me. ”

Lin Yao replied in a low voice.

"Bar singer?"

Sure enough, Mo Yan's interest suddenly decreased by half.

She also thought that Lin Yao had found a few well-known songwriters in the industry, or met Hong Sanshi through the show and asked him to write a song.

It turned out to be a song written by a bar singer, so it wasn't very attractive.

"Sister Yan, that song is really good, I sang it once, I think it's better than the other songs in the album, you believe me!"

Of course, Lin Yao could hear the disappointment in Mo Yan's tone, and hurriedly explained.

"Is it really that good?"

Mo Yan rarely heard Lin Yao praise the songs written by others so much, and she still trusted Lin Yao's professional ability, so she couldn't help but regain some interest.

"Well, really, I promise you'll love it too. ”

"Okay, do you have the creator's contact information? I'll talk to him. Mo Yan finally agreed to talk.

"No need, Sister Yan, I've already contacted that person, and we made an appointment to meet today. ”

Lin Yao's heart jumped with joy, but her tone was still very serious, and she looked like she was talking about serious things.

"It's quite fast, Yaoyao, you're really interested in the new album this time. ”

Mo Yan joked: "If you are so capable in the future, then I should be unemployed." ”

"No, I don't know what to do without Sister Yan, then Sister Yan, I'm going to meet the singer today?"

Lin Yao patted the sycophants, and then said the true purpose.

"But don't you hurt your foot?"

"Don't worry, it's almost ready, and besides, isn't there Fangfang?"

"Okay, you pay attention to your own safety, remember to ask the other party if you can record a demo, so that the company can refer to it. ”

"Got it, goodbye Sister Yan!"

Lin Yao hung up the phone, a pair of peach blossom eyes smiled into Danfeng eyes, and when she saw Fangfang looking at her, she immediately sat up straight.

"It's great to finally get a new song. ”

"Sister Yao. Fang Fang suddenly said, "I think you've really changed a lot lately." ”

"No, what's changed?" Lin Yao asked strangely.

"You used to be quiet and didn't like to talk, but now you are smiling and cheerful, as if you were ......"

Fang Fang frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said:

"A little flower longing for the sun has finally found its own sun. ”

Lin Yao's heart jumped, and she hurriedly interrupted Fangfang: "What, you write lyrics." ”

"Oh, maybe I'm thinking too much. Fangfang also felt a little funny, and quickly changed the topic: "Then when are we going to meet Assistant Fang?"

"I don't have his phone, he called me yesterday. Lin Yao looked at the time, it was only half past six: "Maybe it's late." ”

So Fangfang "drove" Lin Yao back to the bedroom and asked her to rest for a while.

But Lin Yao couldn't sleep at all, lying on the bed sideways, her eyes widened, and she waited for Fang Xiaole's phone call.

Finally, in the midst of anxiety and waiting, the phone rang with the caller.

......

......

"Isn't it too early to call someone?"

In the rental house, Fang Xiaole came back from morning practice, and before he took a shower, he took out the note of "Miss Corpse" and dialed it out according to the number on it.

Glancing at the alarm clock next to the bed, it was only seven forty.

Why can't I hold my breath today?

He got up at 5:50 this morning to go to his morning exercise, and when he went to the park to practice his breath, and then ran along the old street, he passed by the old house again that night.

Somehow, he inexplicably stopped and climbed onto the roof of the old house.

I sat on the roof for a while, all kinds of thoughts came to my head, but I didn't seem to think of anything, until the first rays of morning light on the horizon broke through the clouds, and then I got off the roof and hurried back to the rental house.

Sitting on the bench, Fang Xiaole was still a little dazed.

Is the bottle of wine that is only secretly taken out for a sip when it can't be held on to it, is it going to become an inexhaustible wine cellar?

Or is it just self-inflicted?

What's more, I just have the kind of dirty thoughts that I don't want to work hard, and I want to use other people's fame to pave the way for myself?

In the end, Fang Xiaole still decided to call Lin Yao as agreed.

Anyway, let's meet and talk about it today.

When the phone was dialed, a gentle and moist singing voice sounded, and Fang Xiaole could hear that it was Lin Yao's voice.

It's her song, right?

It's pretty good, I still find some of her songs to listen to when I have time, so as not to expose the stuffing when I blow each other commercially next time.

The melodious singing rang for a long time, but the phone was never answered.

It's probably too early, it's my own abruptness. Fang Xiaole was about to hang up, when the opposite side suddenly connected.

"Hey?" for some reason, there seemed to be a tremor in his soft voice.

"Sister Yao, why are your feet ...... again" There was a chattering voice next to her, which should be her female assistant.

"Hello, is it Lin Yao?" asked politely.

"I'm Lin Yao, you, are you Fang Xiaole?"

Before Fang Xiaole could speak, Lin Yao had already said his name.

How do you feel like she can't wait?

Fang Xiaole scratched his cheeks, he must have thought too much, the two had been in contact several times, and it was normal for the other party to hear his voice at once.

"It's me, yesterday you said you had something to talk to me about, what is the matter?"