As soon as February passed, the land south of the Yangtze River had entered early spring.

On the balcony on the second floor of the Jingshan community, a grass seed floated out of nowhere, lurking in the dust in the corner, and after a few spring rains, it pulled out a sprout.

It was a fine morning, and the house's apex predator, Mao Mao, was put on the balcony by the hostess, and the grass was soon poisoned by it.

The little guy ran into the living room with the grass in his mouth, sat down at the foot of Ye Luo, looked at the man, and wagged his tail happily.

"Where's the grass?" Ye Luo reached out and touched Maomao's back, and said in surprise.

"Recently, I haven't had time to clean the balcony, and a lot of dust has fallen and grass has grown." Chu Mo'er's voice came faintly from the bedroom.

"Oh, blame me." Ye Luo smiled, "The balcony has always been my job. ”

"The luggage has been sorted out for you, can you check it yourself and see what else is missing?" Chu Mo'er said.

"Do you still need to check this?" Ye Luo smiled, "You will always be more thoughtful than me." ”

Chu Mo'er pushed a large suitcase out of the bedroom and put it on the edge of the sofa in the living room, and then spread out her palms to Ye Luo.

"What?" Ye Luo was puzzled.

"Wallet." Chu Mo'er said.

"Oh." Ye Luo reached into his arms, took out his wallet and handed it to Chu Mo'er.

Chu Mo'er took the wallet, took out a photo from her pocket, stuffed it into the document compartment of Ye Luo's wallet, and then returned it to Ye Luo.

Ye Luo took it and looked at it, happy, this Nizi stuffed her photo into her wallet.

"Take a look at it every day and don't forget." Chu Mo'er said seriously.

"Yes, yes." Ye Luo stuffed his wallet back into his arms, then stood up and hugged Chu Mo'er.

Saying goodbye to Chu Mo'er, Ye Luo walked downstairs with his suitcase.

Downstairs. Hu Jianing had been waiting for a long time in the car, and as soon as Ye Luo got in the car, he went straight to the airport.

Originally, Ye Luo was not in a hurry to go to the United States so soon, and there were still a few albums in his hand that had not been finished, and he wanted to delay it until the end of March.

It's just that Song Yan has been calling a day since the end of the Golden Melody Awards. As if urging her, she said that if he, the director, did not come, the work of the global overseas branch could not be carried out, and if this continued, she would resign.

The boss threatened employees with resignation, and this was the first time Ye Luo had heard of it. But from Song Yan's words, Ye Luo knew that she had been under a lot of pressure recently, and she would not go again, and she might not have changed.

It dragged on for three days. Ye Luo rushed the work in his hand, a few albums that had not yet been completed, he made the title song, and he didn't need to interfere with the rest of the work, and the people in the recording studio would finish it.

A qiē was arranged, and the leaves set off on Thursday.

……

The 50th floor of the Elvin Building, Los Angeles, the headquarters of the Global Overseas Company.

Universal's overseas companies actually occupy a small half of the Erwin Building. The other half floor is a small record label in the United States. It's called Garbo Records, and it's not well known in the American record industry.

Global Overseas Company has more than 30 employees, and the company is actually very small and there are not many people.

The actual office space is even smaller, as half of the area is taken up by the recording studio.

Song Yan's president's office. The area is second only to the recording studio, which is next to the studio, and this morning, she was busy setting up her office.

"Tell someone to move my table to the other side of the table in a moment." Song Yan commanded, "Where I came from." Get a better desk. ”

"Better?" The female assistant scratched her head, "Your table is red sandalwood, no matter how good it is, there is one, but you can't buy it here." Even in China, it depends on whether the auction house has the goods. ”

"Then tidy up the old table, and put my things on the new table, and give the old table to him." Song Yan said.

"Okay."

"Has his residence been arranged?"

"You can rest assured, the Santa Monica Bay Sea View Villa is right next to your villa, move in with your bags, and the back garden is connected."

"The back garden is attached? Building B? ”

"Yes."

"Didn't I say I wanted Building A?"

"Building A consulted the price last time, but we haven't placed an order yet, but the next day it was preemptively booked."

"Check-in is not available."

"Not yet."

"Then you contact the owner, add $100,000, and change the set with him."

"Oh......" The female assistant glanced at Song Yan suspiciously, but didn't say anything, quickly wrote it down, and went out to do it.

The female assistant had just walked outside and was about to make a phone call, when Chen Tianhua walked in and asked, "Is Mr. Song inside?" ”

"Yes." The female assistant nodded, and then asked, "Mr. Chen, this is very strange." ”

"What's wrong?" Chen Tianhua stopped.

"Director Ye is here, Mr. Song must arrange for him to live in Building A, not Building B, and I have to contact the owner to change the house. You also live near there, do you know why? The female assistant asked curiously.

This female assistant was originally Chen Tianhua's assistant, and after Song Yan came, in order to let Song Yan take over the business as much as possible, Chen Tianhua gave her to Song Yan, but once there was any problem, the female assistant was still used to asking Chen Tianhua for advice.

Chen Tianhua thought for a while, then showed a playful smile, and said lightly: "Don't ask around, just do what she says." ”

……

Thirty kilometers south of downtown Los Angeles, San Pedro, Marina's private studio.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Merina was sitting in her office and singing songs.

Although she is a singer-songwriter, not every song she writes is written by herself.

In fact, in the pop music industry, a large part of the so-called singer-songwriters do not write songs at all, and the so-called "songwriter" is actually a kind of packaging from record companies.

Merina, who can be regarded as the conscience of the industry among "singer-songwriters", can have one-third of the songs in an album her own works and arrange them herself, which is already remarkable.

I want all the songs to come by myself, and whether the talent can keep up is not to say, and the time is not allowed. If Merina writes songs every day and doesn't go out to participate in performing arts activities, the name of the diva will not fall by herself.

The other two-thirds of the songs on her record were written for her by the producers of Liyin Records, and the other part was written for her by her private creative team.

At the moment, what Mai Rena is picking are a few songs that the producer of Liyin Records has selected for her.

After listening for a while, Merina took off her headphones and shook her head, seemingly dissatisfied.

At this time, her female assistant Huang Lili walked in and said, "Mai Rui, something happened. ”

"What's the matter?" Merina asked, looking up.

"Louis. Jardine has passed away. "The cause of death was heart failure. ”

Merina was stunned for a moment, and sighed: "There is one less ghost-level musician in the world." ”

"yes." Huang Lili also had some emotion on her face, "At the beginning of this century, the top ten ghost-level musicians assessed by the European and American music circles. Jackson died, and this year went Louis. Jardine, now there are eight left. ”

"Soon, it'll be nine again." Merina said.

"You mean ......" Huang Lili was just halfway through her sentence when her phone rang.

Huang Lili looked at the number, made an apologetic gesture to Marina, and then walked outside and picked up the phone.

After a minute or so, Huang Lili walked in again and asked, "Mai Rui, someone has paid 100,000 US dollars and wants to exchange it with your new house, Building A for Building B, do you think it's okay?" ”

Merina smiled: "It's from Universal, right?" ”

"Yes." Huang Lili nodded.

"Do you still need to ask, you don't know." Merina shook her head, "You go and sue Song Yan, no matter how much money you have, you won't change it." I'm going to set Building A. ”

"Okay." Huang Lili smiled and nodded, "Mai Rui, if you cut off the beard directly with the developer this time, Song Yan may hate you." ”

"Then let her hate me." Marina said indifferently, "She lives in Building C, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom in Building A are facing the cloakroom and balcony of Building C.

It's too ugly.

I promised Mo'er that I would protect Ye Luo for her, I didn't want Ye Luo to be taken away by Song Yan, a goblin.

Besides, Ye Luo was likely to come to Liyin, but she cut off her beard, and I haven't bothered with her about this. ”

"But ......," Huang Lili said, "if you live in Building A and Ye Luo lives in Building B, the floor-to-ceiling windows in your bedroom seem to be facing the bathroom and swimming pool of Ye Luo's house." ”

"So what." Merina smiled, "Ye Luo is so handsome, can't I look at it?"

Anyway, Ye Luo and I watch videos every day, watching them online and watching them live, it's almost the same. ”

"......" (To be continued......)