A kiss that tastes the end.

But Song Xingran lost his soul without any interest.

She didn't know if she should be like the heroine in the TV series at this time, and give Lu Qingchen an ear.

But looking at this handsome and handsome face, Song Xingran said that she couldn't do it.

Looking at her wet eyes, Lu Qingchen seemed to be in a good mood.

He looked at her seriously, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a casual smile: "This is a thank you gift from Dye Dye, huh?" ”

Song Xingran: "......" shameless.

Except for these three words, she couldn't find the words to scold him now.

It's really useless.

Song Xingran turned his face away, and he didn't want to pay attention to him very coldly.

Although it is not the first time to be kissed by him, it is different now than before.

"Thank you, you can go."

When Lu Qingchen heard her say this, the smile in his eyes disappeared.

What a conscienceless little thing, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.

"Okay."

He smiled helplessly, forget it, he didn't want to make her angry.

He knows his dyeing very well, and once he is in a hurry, he will bite people without mercy.

After Lu Qingchen left, Song Xingran stared at the computer screen in a daze.

Suddenly, her hand attached to the place he had just kissed and smiled.

The eyes are clear and sparkling.

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Huo Zhiyan's agent Xie Huan happens to be very familiar with a certain lyricist in the circle.

His stage name is Fan Tong.

But Fan Tong, a lyricist, is not popular and has been unknown.

Compared to Zhuang Ming and such a great composer, he is not even a fart.

I don't have talents in my heart, and I have ambitions, and I am forced by life.

So, I agreed to Xie Huan's conditions.

That is, he came forward to frame Song Xingran for plagiarism on Weibo, and after the matter was completed, his fame also increased.

Besides, Song Xingran's song is quite popular now.

If people know that the word is original, in this way, not only can he win the sympathy of the majority of netizens, but also show the world that he has strength.

The future is limitless.

Fan Tong sat in front of the computer in the rental house, with a bucket of freshly soaked Master Kong braised beef noodles in front of him.

He picked up the fork and took a bite, looking at Weibo with a smug face.

Now there are many people who scold Song Xingran on Weibo.

Most of them are so-called keyboard warriors who think they can save the world, but in fact, there is no distinction between good and bad.

Although there are also scolding him, they are all fans of Song Xingran.

It doesn't matter, it's easier for them to recruit their masters this way.

In this way, noble passers-by will naturally sympathize with him more.

Fan Tong sipped his face and received a message that someone was @ him on Weibo.

He clicked on it and saw that it was a person nicknamed Yibei on Weibo.

Yibei: The master is watching you die today and plagiarizing you? I don't look at what I look like. I have hung countless subjects in college majors, and my previous creations are like.

There are also pictures pasted, which are his previous professional achievements and previous creations.

Fan Tong was so angry that he only felt that his talent and personality had been insulted.

He picked up the mouse and was about to reply, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

He pulled his hair, which hadn't been washed for almost a week, and asked in a loud voice.

"Landlord."

When Fan Tong heard these two words, he slowly got up and went to open the door.

He walked to the door, unlocked it, and with a "click" the lock opened.

"What's the matter? I'm not saying that I will ...... all the rent at the end of the month."

The words are not finished yet.

I heard a loud bang, and the unlocked door was violently kicked open.