Chapter One of the Night

   Chapter 62 Paying the bill

   Coincidentally, at three o'clock in the afternoon, it suddenly started to rain outside the window.

  Xu Zhenghua got out of bed and opened the curtains about a meter wide, and the two of them lay on the bed watching the rain.

  Torrential rain.

   In the sight of the two, they could clearly see a flower tree in the courtyard of the community, swaying in the storm.

   Flower Falling One

   She was lying on Xu Zhenghua's chest and squeezed on this side of the bed with him.

  It had been raining for 20 to 30 minutes, and An Xiaojing gradually got tired of watching it. She lay back in Xu Zhenghua's arms, rubbing her head, trying to find a comfortable position.

  Xu Zhenghua reached down and was found immediately, she quickly reached into the thin quilt and grabbed his hand, "I really can't, you let me rest again."

   had to withdraw his hand

Just hanging out like this until the evening, the rain stopped, Xu Zhenghua put on his clothes and went out, went to a small restaurant where he often went to eat, bought some food, brought it back, the two had a sweet dinner, and then turned on the TV again. , ran to the sofa and continued to grow tired.

   Her hand reached under the T-shirt and touched Xu Zhenghua's abdominal muscles, over and over again.

   In fact, he doesn't show up if he doesn't exert himself, but she saw him when he was laying on top of her just now.

  Women are actually lecherous.

   And this **** doesn’t just refer to the face.

  What is on TV, no one cares at all.

The topic of the afternoon was quickly continued. An Xiaojing talked about many stories from her childhood, such as how hard it was to learn the violin, for example, when her parents went out to perform, she was hungry for a day and a half, such as her family had already died. That cat, wait, wait, ask a question from time to time, and Xu Zhenghua also dedicates a memory of the original owner.

   The honey is as intimate as oil.

   Suddenly, An Xiaojing said, "I still remember the time you confessed to me at the party at Zhang Yuan's house. Zhenghua, do you really love me?"

Without thinking, the first reaction of a middle-aged old man was to pat the back of her head, "Of course!" Then he started looking for arguments, "Otherwise, do you think I'm stupid? I didn't know "Short Hair" would be popular? If not Because I love you, why do I have to cooperate with you?"

   She smiled contentedly, and took the initiative to come over and kiss, "It's so good! I knew it was like this! Darling, I love you too! I love you so much that I'm crazy!"

  I really didn't see it before.

   After the feeling came in the second half, it felt like you were going crazy.

   As a result, after finishing the matter, I kept screaming in pain.

  The two were tired and crooked when the phone at Xu Zhenghua's house suddenly rang.

   He half got up and reached to pick up the microphone, "Hello?"

   "Zhenghua, the latest news, An Xiaojing may really have to change jobs!"

   is Guan Yulan, "It is said that she lost contact this afternoon, no one can find her, her mobile phone is turned off, and no one is at school. I heard that He Jianliang He was so angry that he dropped the cup."

   You said it was a coincidence that I just got in touch with her.

   He lowered his head and looked at An Xiaojing in his arms, "If you can't get in touch, you can't say she's going to quit, right?"

"Today's "Yanshan Evening News" entertainment supplement published a photo. In the photo, her parents were having dinner with He Xingzheng, the artistic director of Dolphin Records, and Liu Kai was also present. The newspaper came out in the afternoon, and it was a few hours in the evening. A TV station followed the report. If you turn on the TV, maybe you can see a program discussing this. Those entertainment radio programs are even more crazy about the discussion..."

  An Xiaojing also looked up blankly.

  The phone was so close, Xu Zhenghua didn't block it, of course she heard it all.

   "Okay, I see."

  Xu Zhenghua pretended to hold down the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Guan Yulan continued to say, "I mean, I'm afraid Kojima Records will not settle the bill. I called Lu Ming just now and felt that he was too panicked and was about to cry. An Xiaojing's parents obviously want to kick him too, so he probably won't be in the mood to go to Kojima Records with me tomorrow."

   "Okay, I got it. Hang up!"

   Ignoring what she wanted to say, Xu Zhenghua hung up the phone directly.

   Then look back at An Xiaojing.

   Looking at each other, An Xiaojing didn't look too surprised. She sighed and snuggled into Xu Zhenghua's arms again, "Don't look at me, I don't know what to do. They...are my parents..."

   looks very weak and helpless.

"Oh, yes!"

  Xu Zhenghua was cold-blooded for a second and did not give any response or opinion.

An Xiaojing raised her head in his arms, glanced at him, and said tentatively, "Otherwise, I'll just listen to them? The point is, they're actually thinking about me, after all, they've been in this circle all their lives. , I can't say if they did the right thing..."

  Xu Zhenghua continued cold-blooded, "Okay, it's up to you to decide."

  An Xiaojing immediately knew that it was impossible for the other party to take the initiative to come forward and help her by simply selling her weakness and showing her pitifulness—she is a smart person, and she can react in a few words.

So she changed her tone decisively, "Me? I don't know. But it's alright now, these things will not concern me in the future." She smiled, sweetly, and came up to ask for a kiss, and after half a minute, Only then did they take a deep breath and parted, and said, "It's your business from now on."

   She acted coquettishly, "You have to be responsible to me!"

All right.

   This set of Xu Zhenghua is for eating.

  Begging for help, you must have a begging attitude. You are obviously begging me to do things. You can’t make it seem like I’m begging to help you in the end. You stand on dry ground and don’t get dirty.

Although I was a little impulsive just now, the matter was not complicated. The half second before the impulsive act was enough to think clearly about the consequences of the impulsive impulse. Don't talk about feelings. From the very beginning, what everyone played was not a love drama, it was a business battle. play.

The characteristic of   commercial warfare is that it never pays without asking for return.

   What's more, not only does An Xiaojing carry an image contract worth 3 million liquidated damages, but there is still a persona of a pure and beautiful girl in the outside world - they have given you her body.

   "Then you give me a nice voice."

   "What counts as nice?"

  “…”

"husband!"

   Got it! Time to work!

   Relatives and friends, clear accounts.

  The big plan has to be considered slowly, but the real problems have to be settled first.

   This is actually very easy to handle.

   picked up the phone and dialed He Jianliang's mobile number.

The phone got through, "Hey, Mr. He, I'm Xu Zhenghua, Xiao Xu. Oh, hahaha, you've won the prize. It's mainly because Xue Lan is already popular, so I'm a slap in the face. Hahaha, you're holding me back again... so what? , I'll report something to you, I'm going to go back and make another single for Xiaojing, do you think?"

  The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then he could hear the chair creaking.

   He should have sat up from his boss chair, "Really? You're not kidding me, are you?"

   It's so late, it seems that I haven't gotten off work yet.

   should be worried and angry.

   "When did I ever joke?"

   "Hahaha! Zhenghua, my brother remembers your kindness."

   Did you misunderstand? I'm just paying the bill.

   But well, misunderstanding is not a bad thing.

   "Ha, you're welcome. Then I'll ask Sister Guan to discuss the contract tomorrow?"

   "Okay, you let her come! I don't have any other arrangements for tomorrow, so I'll be waiting for her."

   "Okay! Oh, by the way, Xiaojing's parents won't be in any trouble, right? I heard her parents want her to quit, right? Can you handle it?"

"no problem!"

He Jianliang agreed firmly, "The producer of two top singles within two months wants to write songs for Xiaojing. If anyone dares to keep his eyes open, he will not be in this business! I will let Liu Kai be honest. He is a small manager, and he is not qualified to come out and ruin Xipo Records' fortune!"

   Very good, He Jianliang really has the ability.

   You can tell from this sentence that he directly grabbed seven inches.

Without the encouragement and guidance of a big broker in the industry like Liu Kai, relying solely on An Xiaojing's parents, a small artist who has been down and out all his life and is still looking for performance opportunities in a small place, slammed into this circle for a month. , how much energy can it have? Can it disturb a bunch of bosses who can't sleep well?

   "It will soon become three championships!" Xu Zhenghua said.

  He Jianliang laughed at the other end, unable to express his lofty ambitions for a while, "Yes, three songs!"

   Of course, he didn't understand right, the third song that Xu Zhenghua said was actually "Song of Thousand Thousand Que".

   hung up the phone, and when he turned back, he met An Xiaojing's somewhat silly gaze.

"solved."

   "This... solved it?"

   She still looks a little unbelievable, but at this moment, what she actually wants to ask is: Is this the so-called power of gold medal creators?

   But the reality is, as long as he is willing to make songs for himself, will he refuse?

   Absolutely not!

   Parents will not refuse even if they have great opinions on him!

   That represents the number one single!

  Who would refuse?

  He Jianliang and Mr. He must also be sure of this - he will not change jobs, at least not for the time being, no matter how noisy his parents are, he will definitely not!

  Gosh, is it that simple?

   But when you think about it, it seems that it is that simple for him?

   Of course, logically speaking, I shouldn’t have thought of these things, it would seem that I understand too much.

An Xiaojing's face suddenly burst with surprise, as if she had just regained her senses, and asked a lot of questions, "What did you just say? Do you want to make another single for me? True or false? Is it the same style as "Short Hair"? Has it been written? Can you show it to me?"

   (end of this chapter)