"Jiang Hemian! What the hell are you doing? It depends on the timing of the illness, right? ”

"Zhuqing is also someone you can make a mistake? I finally got her to promise to help you, and you treat people like this? ”

"Do you know how many people begged her to write songs and compose music? I'm telling you, if you leave your popularity today, don't even think about turning over, get out of the house as soon as possible! ”

Jiang Hemian leaned against the wall, hung his head, and listened to Jiang Li's angry voice on the other side of the phone with little interest.

On the way to gasp for breath from lack of oxygen, he said, "I haven't had time to poke it yet." ”

Listen, this tone is still a little aggrieved.

Jiang Li on the other end of the phone almost died of anger.

"Poke poke poke, why don't you poke yourself to death?!"

Jiang Hemian turned a deaf ear to the next words, tilted his head, and looked at Wen Jin on the sofa downstairs.

No face can be seen.

Xu was staring at him for too long, Wen Jin noticed something, and looked up with his eyebrows twisted.

Don't say that Jiang Li is annoying, being looked at like a prisoner like this, Jiang Hemian is also inexplicably angry.

Throw the phone into the assistant's arms, lift your feet and leave.

just walked in front of people, and the depression disappeared abruptly, but he rarely felt empty.

"Hey."

Wen Jin looked up at the man in front of him who was still entangled in his face, knowing that Jiang Li had already been scolded, and he had a bottom in his heart.

Nodding slightly, watching him play.

Jiang Hemian was uncomfortable with her black and white eyes, and looked away, her tone unhappy.

"I didn't mean to, so don't look at me like that."

It's like looking at a pervert.

Wen Jin's mood calmed down a little now, and he shook his head.

"It's okay, I didn't say it beforehand, I don't like physical contact with people, so the reaction is bigger, don't mind."

Jiang Hemian responded awkwardly.

Wen Jin was not in a hurry, waiting for him to speak.

"Then do you still write songs for me?"

Jiang Hemian said again: "I've already sung a paragraph, you can't regret it temporarily, right?" ”

Wen Jin shook his head, "No regrets." ”

After all, it's half a million.

Money is hard to earn, is hard to eat.

Jiang Hemian is really difficult.

"Okay, let's sign the contract."

Jiang Hemian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and instructed his assistant to go to the room to get the contract.

The process is very fast, one hand to pay the money, the other hand to deliver.

Looking at the arrival information on the information, Wen Jin's brows relaxed.

And Jiang Hemian got the full lyrics and was frowning and pondering.

It didn't take long for Jiang Hemian to finish reading the lyrics, looking up at Wen Jin, and his tone was strange:

"It seems that Teacher Zhuqing has an unforgettable love."

His voice is accentuated on the word love, as if sarcastic.

Faced with a not-so-friendly attitude, Wen Jin was unhurried and nodded in acknowledgement.

"There were."

Jiang Hemian didn't say anything, but his eyes were more complicated.

"Now that you've seen it all, there's no problem, I'll go first."

Wen Jin got up, and before he could take a few steps, a voice came from behind him.

"Does Teacher Zhuqing have any intention of making another profit?"

Wen Jin stopped and looked back at him, "What do you mean?" ”

Jiang Hemian leaned on the pillow, lifted his eyelids carelessly, and looked at her with playful deep eyes.

"How about being my execution broker for a day? Finish this song with me. ”

"Complete the red bean in your heart."

He dragged a long tone, and the corners of his mouth curved into a shallow arc, as if he was sure that Wen Jin would not refuse.

Of course, Wen Jin will not refuse.

To put it another way, this was the result she wanted.

"Happy cooperation, Mr. Jiang."

..........

When I walked out of the Water Pavilion Jinyuan, it was already night.

After spending an afternoon in the recording room, Wen Jinwan declined the invitation to stay for takeout, and got into the car under the arrangement of the assistant.

As soon as I turned on my phone, a lot of messages popped up.

Most of them come from ginger pears.

She first comforted her, then scolded Wen Jin, and finally said:

"Xiao Jin, don't be afraid, try to pit him, anyway, he has a lot of money, so it will be regarded as a mental loss fee."

"If you're still uncomfortable, treat him as mentally ill, he's usually quite neurotic anyway."

Of course, Wen Jin didn't tell Jiang Li about this.

The assistant saw that the condensed atmosphere between the two was wrong, and immediately contacted Jiang Li.

Jiang Hemian, who was committing a crime, was dragged away, and finally scolded him.

called Jiang Li, who was anxiously waiting for a reply, and Wen Jin briefly said his plan.

Jiang Li was still very excited at first, until Wen Jin said that he promised Jiang Hemian to be his execution agent for a day tomorrow, and the other side was silent for a second.

"Why don't you speak?"

Wen Jin smiled, "Senior sister, don't treat me like a child, I'm really fine." ”

Jiang Li paused, "Xiao Jin, why don't you refuse?" Don't go tomorrow. ”

"Is there anyone?"

Wen Jin knew that Jiang Hemian was going to record a singing show tomorrow, so there must be many stars present.

can make Jiang Li so reluctant to say and disgusted that he doesn't want to mention it, then there is only....

"Lin Ping will go tomorrow, right?"

Jiang Li responded depressedly, "That scumbag is the one who is ready to replace Jiang Hemian." ”

Wen Jin sighed and said with a smile:

"Senior sister, do you believe me?"

"Of course I do!"

Jiang Li didn't hesitate, "You know, I've always been very optimistic about you. ”

"If it weren't for that scumbag, you would be the top songwriter in the world right now."

Listening to his friend's voice of being angry about himself, Wen Jin smiled, and before he could comfort him, Jiang Li was found by someone.

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Wen Jin's face dissipated, and fatigue appeared.

Looking out the window at the houses and trees that were speeding by, my thoughts flowed.

For some reason, as soon as she saw Jiang Hemian in the morning, the memory of the song about red beans in her mind began to appear.

At first, the recovery progress bar grew slowly, until Jiang Hemian said that sentence.

Love and regret.

The memory of this song is like crazy, and it flies fast.

I don't care if the other songs are alive or dead.

Until the song was completely perfected, the other songs remained silent.

Could it be that this song still picks people and timing?

Perhaps, some specific meaning is needed to do so?

Wen Jin was puzzled.

But there was something more headache for her than this - Jiang Hemian's throat was really bad.

Although it is not hopeless, it is impossible to perfectly present the soul of a song.

When she was in the recording room, she deliberately asked about her assistant Jiang Hemian's situation, just to attract Jiang Hemian's attention.

Of course, Jiang Hemian sent her an invitation.

Even he can't guarantee that he will be able to complete a relatively unfamiliar song on his own.

And she, the titular creator of the song, is undoubtedly the best helper.

Tomorrow will not only be Jiang Hemian's hard battle, but also hers.

Wen Jin rubbed his eyebrows and sighed irritably.

In addition to the extremely difficult song to complete to the maximum, it is inevitable that you will meet some familiar people tomorrow.

Especially, the ex-boyfriend who stole her original lyrics.

Lin Ping.