Wei Changze looked at the photo in front of him with heavy eyes, "Zhou Anqian, you are too self-righteous." ”

Quietly taking the photo away, Wei Changze glanced at Zhou Anqian, and then continued: "As far as I know, at the beginning, wi."

When the D band released their first album, Fu Tingxiao was the person with the highest number of purchases, so it can be seen that the status of gentleness in his heart, Miss Zhou should not be too confident, so as not to catch fire and dig her own grave. ”

turned around to leave, but Zhou Anqian's voice came from behind him again.

"Mr. Wei shouldn't be afraid, right?"

That provocative tone made Wei Changze turn around, "What did you say?"

"I said," Zhou Anqian got up and slowly came to Wei Changze's face, his red lips slightly opened, "You shouldn't be afraid, right? That's right, now that the Wei family is in decline, it is no longer the same as before, but the Fu family, under the leadership of the thunderbolt, is getting stronger and stronger, Wei is always worried about getting angry, and it is human nature to be retaliated by the thunderbolt, I can naturally understand." ”

Wei Changze's eyes were condensed with a dangerous light, his cold eyes met Zhou Anqian, raised his hand to clasp the other party's chin, and said word by word, "Zhou Anqian, don't force me to hit a woman." ”

Zhou Anqian was not afraid at all, "Mr. Wei, if you really don't want to provoke Thunderbolt, then why buy the album so high-profilely? ”

Feeling that the strength of the hand holding him was weakening, Zhou Anqian tentatively pushed the other party away, "You can think about it after you go back, I'll wait for your reply." ”

When Wei Changze left the villa, he took a deep look back and got into the car after that.

Zhou Anqian continued to sit alone in the gazebo, reached out and rubbed his chin that had just been pinched, and was about to drink tea when the mobile phone on the side vibrated twice.

[He agreed, but made another request, he will go abroad immediately after the lawsuit is over]

Zhou Anqian picked up his mobile phone and replied to the other party-

[Promise him]

【Good】

Throwing the phone aside with a smile, Zhou An shrugged his shoulders and smiled contemptuously, "Idiot." ”

When going down the mountain, Zhou Anqian passed by the whistling police car.

In the evening, a rumor began to be discussed on a small scale on the Internet.

[Have you all heard? I heard that a highly decomposed female corpse was found on Sheshan Mountain in Haicheng]

[Oh my God, it's so pitiful]

[It's still in the stage of identifying you, but it's supposed to be murder]

......

After Wen Ruan finished training in the training room, when he was eating out with Bai Feng and Han Liang, he heard the people around him discussing this matter.

I don't know why, Wen Rou inexplicably thought of the missing Liubei.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Bai Feng asked with concern when he saw that Wen Rou had not moved his chopsticks for a long time.

"It's nothing. ”

Han Liang saw through Wen Soft's disguise at a glance, and said to Bai Feng smartly, "I think Sister Wen must be worried about our song selection." ”

Bai Feng glanced at him, "If you don't mention this matter, you can eat quickly." ”

"Sister Wen," Han Liang put down the chopsticks in his hand and persuaded Wen Rou in a serious tone, "Although we said that we won the second place last time and the favorite song was taken by the **, I believe that we will definitely turn the tables against the wind and successfully win the championship." ”

Wen Rou smiled a little reluctantly: "Hmm." ”

Glancing at Bai Feng proudly, Han Liang raised his eyebrows and said, "Look, it's still my comfort that is useful." ”

White Maple: ...... There's a ghost......

With Bai Feng's understanding of Wen Soft, she knew that Wen Soft would definitely not be worried about the game now.

However, Wen Rou obviously didn't want to mention it, and she didn't plan to ask in detail.

Wen Ruan was hiding something in her heart, so she went back to the hotel after a few perfunctory bites.

After thinking about it, Wen Soft finally called Wu's mother and asked the other party to contact Liubei's family to see if they needed to go to the police station to confirm.

The next day, the police finally confirmed that the highly decomposed body found on Sheshan Mountain was Liubei, who had been missing for many days.

Hearing Wu's mother's words, there was a churning in her soft stomach, and she stumbled to the bathroom, retching with her fingers on the cold washbasin, and after a long time, the situation finally improved slightly, and she picked up her phone again, "Mother Wu, you go on." ”

"The police are investigating, and two policemen just came to the house to learn about the situation, but during the investigation of the case, they did not reveal too many details to us, but I heard that Liu Bei's death was very tragic. ”

"Mother Wu," a soft hand on her chest, "you say, could this be murder?"

Liu Bei secretly filmed the tracks created by Wen Soft, which was the most important part of the plagiarism incident, but now he was found tragically dead in the wilderness, and Wen Soft had to link the two things together.

"Madam, I have just told the police this clue, if this is the case, I believe they will definitely investigate clearly, you can play with peace of mind, and the rest will be handled by the police, don't think nonsense. ”

Gentle nodded, "Well, I know." ”

Although Liu Bei often sneered at Wen Soft without scruples on weekdays, now that he heard that the other party had an accident, Wen Soft's heart was inevitably affected.

In addition, I couldn't choose my favorite track in the song selection stage, and it was a little difficult to adapt the selected songs, and Wen Soft was a little upset recently.

Late at night, she sat alone on the sofa in her room, contemplating the direction of the adaptation.

Just as he was frowning, familiar footsteps came from the hallway.

Wen Soft wrinkled her eyebrows, thinking that she was hallucinating, but then there was a clear knock on the door.

Immediately got up, stood at the door of the room and asked, "Thunder Owl?"

"Well, it's me. ”

Without a moment of hesitation, Wen Rou directly opened the door, "Why are you here?"

With a soft smile, Fu Tingxiao held the paper bag in his hand in front of her.

Some familiar sweet smell came, and after thinking about it softly, he asked with some surprise: "Dim Sum?"

"Hmm. ”

Closing the door, Fu Tingxiao took his soft hand and sat down on the sofa.

His eyes suddenly fell on the recording equipment and musical instruments on the table, and Fu Tingxiao frowned, "Still working so late?"

"Yes, the finals are coming soon, but the adaptation of the song is still not complete, and I don't even have a direction to confirm it now. Referring to the stagnant work, Wen Soft sighed.

"What about the rest of the team?" Fu Tingxiao's face was slightly cold, obviously in his imagination, gentleness had become the kind of angry bag that was bullied and oppressed for no reason.