Vol 3 Chapter 1227: Natural Song King (7)

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Hua Wei did not expect that the first kite would be there. He took the party and took Yacheng to know people, and immediately went to the side of the kite.
The first kite stood with a man. When he passed, the two sides seemed to have reached a cooperation and touched the cup in his hand.
When the man left, Hua Tuo went over: "Xiao Meng."
The girl was wearing a low-key dark dress, and her hair was casually dressed and draped behind her. Standing in the crowd, no less than the well-dressed stars.
However, he was not seen in a short time. He was almost ignorant of this person.
The girl looked casually, and the eyes that fell on him were cold and strange... Hua Wei was somewhat uncomfortable for her.
"Xiao Meng, I want to talk to you." Hua Wei is the color.
"I am not your agent, what are you talking about?"
Hua Wei’s face was hurt:
Xiao Meng, we have come together over the years, are you really so passionate?

"Do you know so many years?"
The original Lord likes you so much, but you push a person who likes you to the fire pit to exchange the resources you need.
Is this the reward for so many years?
The original master is the last generation to kill your family.
Hua Wei: "Are you angry? I didn't know about Liang Shao's last time. I later found out what happened. I really don't know what will happen. Xiao Meng, are you blaming me?

Hua Tuo said that he was really sincere, as if he really did not know.
The first Zheng did not listen carefully to what he said. He looked around the scene and sighed in his heart.
There are so many people...
Just when the first kite smashed Hua Wei to the lounge, Fang Wei stood not far away and called him.
Hua Wei now dare not give Fang Fang his face: "Xiao Meng, you are waiting for me here, I will tell you later, I must wait for me."
Initially cold face: "..."
You want to be beautiful!
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"Mr. Zheng, give me a chance, listen to my song..."
The boy stood in the dim light, talking to a man in a low breath, holding a USB flash drive in his hand, and trying to give it to the man, but the man did not pick up for a long time.
The man named Mr. Zheng ordered a cigarette: "I didn't talk to you last time. It is useless to give it to me."
The boy is sincere and sincere: "Mr. Zheng, whatever chances are there, really..."
"This..." Mr. Zheng is obviously embarrassed: "Our company really does not have plans in this regard. Isn't it that makes me difficult to do this? So, let me think about it."
"Thank you Mr. Zheng." The boyish voice was obviously a little excited.
Mr. Zheng sighed and took the U disk in the boy's hand and let him leave.
Mr. Zheng turned into the inside, and the teenager always looked at the direction he left, as if he could see his hopes for the future.
"I advise you not to sign a contract with him."
The abrupt voice came from behind.
The young man turned and slammed, like a frightened cub, and his vigilant eyes cast deep into the darkness.
The kite leaned on the railing next to it, the dress on her body was too dim, and there was something blocking it, causing no one to see her.
"It's you."
Sheng Yan did not expect to see her here.
In the past two months, he always wanted to call her, but the money on her body was too small. She was not enough to ask her to eat a good meal, so she never dared to fight.
The kite came out from the dark: "The man is not a good thing."
"Mr. Zheng?"
"Ok."
Sheng Yan looked around: "Why?"
why?
Because you will be blackened by him.
Sheng Yan is an orphan and was adopted by an old man.
Perhaps because of the orphans, Sheng Yan's character is relatively soft, others deceive him a point, he can retreat three points, in the eyes of outsiders, is the main bully.
Coupled with the outstanding appearance of Sheng Yan, he is always caught and bullied.
However, this baby is also a strong master, being bullied or being laughed at, he can stick to it.
Sheng Yan only likes music, but adopting his old man can't be used for a good music school.
Sheng Yan tossed himself, formed a band, and later insisted on him alone.
This Mr. Zheng is the beginning of the flame of Sheng Yan.
Sheng Yan talent is there, writing words can be arranged, Mr. Zheng has clearly discovered the talent of Sheng Yan, but he is constantly hanging him when Sheng Yan is looking for him.
In the end, he agreed to the situation, so when Sheng Yan signed the contract, he did not carefully read the contract.
That contract is almost to squeeze his value, let him make money for the company, and he can get very little money.
When Sheng Yan found himself fooled, it was already late. He was firmly in the hands of the company and could only listen to the company.
But the rabbit is eager to bite, let alone an individual.
The old man who adopted Sheng Yan was seriously ill and needed a lot of money. Sheng Yan asked the company for money, the company refused to give it out, and arranged work for him.
Although I finally got the money, I am already gone.
This incident is like the key to open the Pandora's Box. Since then, Sheng Yan has become a personal, open the road to blackening.
And now everything hasn't happened yet.
The teenager is still a boy who dreams of singing and just wants to sing.
The kite did not answer his question, just asked him: "Do you want to sing?"
Sheng Yan nodded: "Yeah."
In addition to the hair's bright blue, Sheng Yan, no matter how you look at it, is a young boy who can't do it.
The first sight of the kite turned around his face: "What price can I pay for it?"
Sheng Yan is vigilant and takes a step back.
The appearance of his appearance, the hidden rules encountered will naturally not be less, but that is not the way Sheng Yan wants to go.
The kite stared at him. After a minute: "I have a studio, do you want to sign up?"
Sheng Yan's nephew slightly shrank, like a surprise floating on the surface, but calmed down in a flash, and the surprise was pressed back by him.
His hand is clenched: "What do I have to pay?"
"There is no need to pay any price." The kite walked a few steps forward, and the juvenile could clearly see her eyelashes. Her eyes were covered with shattered light, but it was quiet like a night.
It’s not the same as those who look at him.
She stared at him quietly, as if she was watching something particularly important...
important?
"Then why did you sign me?"
"Because you want to sing, I can hold you."
This is what he has been asking for.
Now such an opportunity is in front of him...
"If you think about it, you can call me." The kite passed over him, and the sound passed through the night wind, and the sound came from me, and it was cold and cold, without half-width fluctuations: "If you want to sign Mr. Zheng, I suggest you take a closer look. contract."
If the good guy doesn't call her, then I can only buy the company of Mr. Zheng... trouble.
For the good person card broke the heart.
I am so unlucky, I have encountered such a small thing that is not worrying.

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