"Xiao Tuan, I want to beat Ye Xuan."

Feng Lingyu said angrily.

"Can you beat him?" Meng Xiaotuan is also very angry, but she can't do anything about the scoundrel Ye Xuan.

"You're not a black belt in taekwondo, you can definitely beat him."

Ye Xuan, who was lying in the room, was stunned when he heard this.

Mom, taekwondo black belt, it seems that you have to be careful in the future, no wonder the cute group dares to live together, if you provoke her with a set of combination punches.

I don't want to think about it, I don't want to sleep.

The light came out of the curtain, Ye Xuan was a little annoyed, and the mobile phone kept beeping.

"Who?"

Ye Xuan swore that if it was a sales call, he would definitely not be able to find the north!

"Shen Xiangmeng!"

A cold voice appeared on the other end of the phone, which instantly broke Ye Xuan's sleepiness.

"What are you looking for me? Could it be that the song release has to be penalized? Ye Xuan sat up from the bed, opened the curtain and subconsciously closed his eyes and said.

Shen Xiangmeng: "......"

Money, money, money, this person has nothing but money in his head?

"I made the song "Taste" overnight, and I think it is necessary for you, as the author of this song, to listen to it." Shen Xiangmeng took a deep breath and resisted the urge to hang up the phone and said.

"No need." Ye Xuan shook his head.

"After all, taxi fares are quite expensive."

Shen Xiangmeng: "??? ”

"Where are you, I'll pick you up!"

At nine o'clock in the morning, Ye Xuan, who was standing at the gate of the community, rubbed his eyes, and soon an ordinary public stopped at the intersection, and a woman with a mask and a sunhat stepped down from the car, and it was Shen Xiangmeng.

"You big stars drive this car?"

Looking at the ordinary Volkswagen, Ye Xuan was a little puzzled, in his impression, a big star of Shen Xiangmeng's level couldn't say anything if he didn't drive a Ferrari, no matter how bad it was, he had to drive a Trident.

"Get in the car!"

Shen Xiangmeng heard Ye Xuan's complaints, and his eyes were a little lonely.

At half past nine, it was still the café that couldn't be forgotten, Ye Xuan sat on the sofa in the private room and lit a cigarette beautifully, Shen Xiangmeng took off his hat and mask and revealed his delicate face and hair.

This woman is very beautiful, but she has a natural noble temperament, especially the pair of Danfeng eyes that are particularly eye-catching.

......

Can't forget the café outside the door.

"Fog grass, really, is he really here?"

"Really, my relatives of the nephew's family of my seventh aunt and eighth aunt passed by here to buy vegetables and saw him walk in with my own eyes!"

"What about my camera, my voice recorder, my journalist license, hurry up, get it out of the car, be sure to get his first-hand information."

......

"Not bad."

Ye Xuan gave a pertinent evaluation after hearing Shen Xiangmeng's recording of "Taste", the song itself is customized for women, Shen Xiangmeng is also a singer, and his grasp of this song is quite accurate, if it is not surprising, it should be popular.

"Okay, "Taste" will be released in a while, and then you will charge seven or three for the release of the song."

Ye Xuan's nod was undoubtedly the greatest encouragement to Shen Xiangmeng, for Shen Xiangmeng, making songs was only the first step, and the next thing made her even more headache.

Publicize!

No matter how well he sings, he is blind without publicity, but Shen Xiangmeng has been hidden in the snow for three years, where is there any heat at all.

"Boss, pay the bill!"

Ye Xuan didn't care so much, he was full of thoughts about the pork knuckle in the refrigerator, go home and cut two potatoes, put in the oil, shallots, ginger and garlic when the pot was hot, and finally put the potatoes and pork knuckles in together.

The kids next door are crying!

"Hello sir, a total of one thousand three." The waiter walked in with a smile.

"Fog grass, so expensive?"

Ye Xuan's hand that took out his wallet trembled slightly.

Two cups of coffee, so expensive?

"Sir, the private room is five hundred, twice as much as Blue Mountain Coffee eight hundred, a total of one thousand three."

"How many hours can you sit in a private room?"

"Three hours."

"Oh, give!" Ye Xuan took out his wallet and handed it to the waiter's credit card, fortunately, Feng Lingyu gave him 150,000 yuan for selling the song "Chengdu", otherwise he would be embarrassed.

"Why don't we sit down?" Ye Xuan looked at Shen Xiangmeng, and turned on the air conditioner to the maximum by the way.

Shen Xiangmeng: "......"

"Just kidding, even if you don't sit down, you have to finish your coffee." Ye Xuan drank all the coffee, a sip was a few yuan, and he always felt uncomfortable if he didn't finish it.

Outside the door, Ye Xuan stretched out under Yanggu's bath, and at the same time remembered this shop, he couldn't come next time.

What a pit!

Shen Xiangmeng looked at the white van, and the man in front of him with a thin and tall chest with a press card on his chest frowned slightly.

Reporter?

Did she hide so well or was she discovered?

"Ugh..."

Just as Shen Xiangmeng was about to take off his mask and hat to reveal his deity for an interview.

"Hello, is it Mr. Ye Xuan? My reporter Zhang Shuai of Culture Weekly, can I ask you a few questions? Zhang Shuai took the initiative to walk in front of Ye Xuan, the recorder in his hand had been turned on, and he looked fully armed.

Shen Xiangmeng: "??? ”

Didn't come to visit me?

Ye Xuan was also blinded, glanced at Shen Xiangmeng, and then at Zhang Shuai.

"Are you sure you're interviewing me, not her?" Ye Xuan looked at Zhang Shuai, is this product blind?

"Who is she?" Zhang Shuai didn't look at Shen Xiangmeng.

Shen Xiangmeng: "......"

Heart-piercing!

Zhang Shuai, a reporter from Culture Weekly, after Ye Xuan's drunken singing video exploded yesterday late at night, Zhang Shuai set his eyes on Ye Xuan, and it happened that he had a relative who was a friend of Shi Kaiwen, and after various investigations, he finally determined where Ye Xuan lived, and finally found Ye Xuan all the way.

As for Shen Xiangmeng, he really didn't find out!

"That's right, Mr. Ye Xuan, I'm going to interview you, we can have a good chat in this café." Zhang Shuai said with a smile.

"Uh..."

Ye Xuan looked at this unforgettable café and fell into deep thought.

"Interview me, give me money?"

Zhang Shuai: "??? ”

"If you don't give it, forget it, I'm going home to eat pork knuckle." After speaking, Ye Xuan got into Shen Xiangmeng's car, and Shen Xiangmeng lowered his head and sat in the main driver.

The car started, leaving Zhang Shuai alone in the wind.

He couldn't figure it out, Ye Xuan was reluctant to be interviewed for wool, it should be a good thing to be famous, many people were eager to accept his interview, how could anyone ask the reporter for money for an interview?

Today, his name is Ye Xuan...

"Misty grass, that's... Is that Shen Xiangmeng? ”

Zhang Shuai finally noticed Shen Xiangmeng, and a blinded smile appeared on his blinded face.

It seems that today there is an explosion of news to write about.

"Why did he visit you?" Shen Xiangmeng turned her head to look at Ye Xuan, she had been buried in the recording studio for the past two days, and she didn't know about Ye Xuan's drunken singing late at night.

Ye Xuan's old face turned red unexpectedly.

"Maybe I'm too handsome."

Shen Xiangmeng: "??? ”