Shen Qianzi turned on the computer, found the entrance of the International Youth Creation Cup Competition, and filled in the registration information.

This competition has a lot of gold content.

The organizers invited her to be a judge before, but now she wants to compete with the young people.

Life is always full of surprises.

Her property has been frozen by the bank, and as soon as the beautiful man dies, it will be used for charity, so the property in her previous life basically has nothing to do with her.

Thinking that the wealth he has accumulated over more than a hundred years has flown like this, it is false to say that he is not distressed.

However, Shen Qianzi did not intend to reveal his identity, and even if he did, no one would believe it.

Gu Mo was too dazzling, she didn't want to be a vase, she could only live by him.

She hopes that standing by his side will add light to him and not become a stain on him.

After registering, Shen Qianzi turned off the computer and went to the piano room to practice.

She still attaches great importance to this Mid-Autumn Festival party.

If you don't participate, forget it, once she participates, she will definitely not be perfunctory.

It was cold, Shen Qianzi opened the wardrobe and wanted to get a coat, just got the coat, her slender little white hand suddenly stopped, and she made a phone call to Steward Gu.

"Uncle Gu, is Uncle Gu going home for dinner tonight?"

"Come back."

Shen Qianzi hung up the phone and closed the cabinet door without thinking.

I don't take the coat.

When Shen Qianzi passed downstairs, she heard the sound of a guitar, which came from Yan Weiran's room.

Knock Knock ......

"Come in."

Shen Qianzi pushed the door in, and Yan Weiran sat on the floor, her hair was messy, she was holding a guitar in her arms, and the manuscript paper was flying all over the ground.

Shen Qianzi picked up the manuscript paper that fell at his feet, it was a sheet of music, and the drawings on it were messy, it was estimated that Yan Weiran had just written it out and was not satisfied with the waste manuscript.

Yan Weiran's tone was not very good, "What are you looking for me?" ”

He wasn't targeting Shen Qianzi, the deadline was coming soon, and he couldn't write anything for a long time, he was very irritable.

"I'm looking for you a favor."

"What's busy."

"I have a piece of music here that has a problem, you can help me change it."

Shen Qianzi's beautiful face couldn't see a trace of expression, and her voice was faint, and she didn't mean to ask for help at all.

Yan Weiran put the guitar aside and lazily rested her arms on the edge of the bed.

"Shen Qianzi, is this your gesture of begging for someone?"

He felt that she had not come to beg her, but to send him.

Shen Qianzi looked at him with heavy peach eyes, "So, won't you help?" ”

Her voice was low, hoarse and deep, as if forced out of her throat, and Yan Weiran's scalp was a little numb.

He felt that she looked a lot like a teacher now, and he couldn't resist it at all.

Yan Weiran compromised, "I'll help, give me the tune!" ”

Shen Qianzi's expression softened, and she threw a USB drive over, and Yan Weiran raised her hand to catch it.

"Give it to me tomorrow night at the latest."

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"Auntie, do you think I'm a fairy?"

Does she think changing a tune is as easy as fixing a typo?

If the song doesn't fit his own style, he changes it to basically rewrite it.

He's bothered with new tunes right now, and he has no inspiration at all.

Shen Qianzi paused for a moment and drew a polite smile, "People are forced out, I'll put a little pressure on you, maybe your inspiration will gush out." ”

Yan Weiran: "......"

Shen Qianzi made a cheering gesture, "I'm sure you won't let me down." ”