Song Siyan came out of the Li family and prepared to return to the old house of the Song family.

That girl is going to join the group tomorrow, and even if he is busy, he still has to go back.

Song Xingran was tidying up in the house at this time, and it was messy and upset.

She hates doing these things the most, trouble.

When he was with Lu Qingchen before, he cleaned her up.

Right now...... Song Xingran sighed resignedly.

I have to pack up all this stuff tonight, and I have no choice but to work hard.

Therefore, she didn't even notice that Song Siyan appeared at the door of the room.

"Tsk, those who know think you're packing up, and those who don't know think you're demolishing your house."

Song Siyan leaned lazily against the door, a smile in his sharp eyes.

Song Xing didn't raise his head, but puffed out his cheeks and said, "If you can't stand it, you can help me clean up." ”

Song Siyan: "......"

Gotcha, the little temper is up again.

What a child.

Song Siyan stepped forward, and then, a tall body squatted in front of her.

Song Xingran paused to clean up his things and raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?" Brother Siyan. ”

In the last four words, Song Xingran learned Huo Zhiyan's tone, and she shouted delicately and softly, especially sensual.

Song Siyan chuckled, stretched out her index finger and scraped the bridge of her nose: "Why do you say you owe it so much?" ”

With that, he took out a folded piece of A4 paper from his suit pants pocket.

Hand it to Song Xingran.

"This is a parting gift from your brother."

Song Xingran's eyebrows moved: "It doesn't look like a check." ”

"Is it an equity transfer letter?"

When Song Siyan heard this, he frowned, and said helplessly: "It's really in the eyes of money, tsk......"

Song Xingran pursed his mouth and opened the paper to take a look: "What, why are you giving me a music score?" It's still Zhuang Minghe's written. ”

"Mr. Song, you're too perfunctory to me, aren't you?"

Give gifts and take other people's things to give, is there such a brother?

Song Siyan smiled carelessly, with a smile in his eyes behind the lenses.

"I asked Lao Zhuang to write it for you and give it to you. Although the original work was him, now this thing is yours, and you can use it. ”

"Why did you give me this?"

Although she is still relatively weak in composing, she can still write under normal circumstances.

It's just a little worse than Zhuang Ming.

Song Siyan stood up and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and there was a smile on his clear face, which was completely like a sven scum.

"You just take it, it's useful."

Song Xingran raised his eyebrows.

The program team will indeed let them create their own parts, about the original part, but she can do it herself, does this thing seem redundant?

However, her brother has always been extremely intelligent.

Thoughtful, thoughtful and thoughtful.

There are some things that he just doesn't want to do, like in business.

If he is willing to be serious, I believe that the Song clan will be even stronger.

When I was in school before, someone joked that he was a living Zhuge .

Song Xingran scoffed at that time, what Zhuge is, she is obviously a cunning fox, and often bullies her with her high IQ.

However, she knew that Song Siyan was good to her.

Always pampering her behind her back and protecting her.

Song Xingran pursed his mouth and put the thing away: "Okay, I've already taken it, don't bother me here." ”

Song Siyan flicked her forehead with her fingers: "Little one has no conscience." ”