Chapter 162

At this time, ye CuO himself brush to this micro blog, also stay for a while. But now this song hasn't appeared. I'm the first one to sing it. So I can only be regarded as my own creation. Otherwise, he would go to the original author with the song and say that he wrote it, and the original author would not dare to recognize it.

Microblog has exploded at this time.

"Lying trough, isn't it? The masked man who saved people can even write songs? "

"Who is that masked man? It's so mysterious

"Dare to fly on the roof to save people, can write such a beautiful song, who is this masked man? Stand up and I'll marry him

"Go away, don't rob my husband. The masked man is mine."

"I'll go! Girls are so crazy. It seems that this masked man is going to become a new national husband! "

At this time, not only countless netizens are discussing this mysterious masked man, but also many stars are coming out.

The first sister of the music world said: "sister Xiaoyu, can you contact the masked man? I'll buy this song for as much as he wants. Of course, I don't want to compete with you. If he has any other works, I can buy them all. Can you help my sister get in touch? "

As soon as the microblog of Nayin came out, the topic on the whole network was pushed to a climax again.

Netizens marveled at the charm of this song, at the same time, for the mysterious masked man, also more curious. Many netizens went to Yan Feiyu's microblog to leave messages and asked the masked man if he had any other songs.

In the villa area of Dishui Lake, Chu huaidie and Lin Qingxue, who have been brushing microblogs, are silly.

"Snow elder sister, they say of that masked person, is Ye CuO?" Chu huaidie looks at Lin Qingxue in disbelief.

Lin qingxuebei bit her lips: "I don't know, but when I talked with Yan Feiyu before, she said it was Ye CuO who saved her."

"Ye CuO is a masked man? This... This is a little impossible, isn't it? How can he possibly write such a song when he looks like a fool? " Chu Huai did not believe that ye CuO had such a high musical accomplishment.

Lin Qingxue also expressed doubts, because this song was written by experienced people. Must have experienced a lot of things, to have such a delicate feeling of life.

After all, ye CuO is still a student. How can he have such a strong creative ability?

However, on second thought, Lin Qingxue thought of the strange phenomenon of Ye Cuo. Many things happened to him that could not be met by a student. Ye CuO is not an ordinary student even if he is a student.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxue can't help wondering: is this enchanting song really written by Ye CuO?

On the other hand, in the office of harvest media, President Lin showed a smile when he saw that voice's Micro blog. He said to Zhang lemon, "it's OK. Don't be afraid. Yan Feiyu has no hope. This song since days after that sound like, that masked person will sell that sound, because now Yan Feiyu is blocked by us, even if there is a song, also can't produce a single. Moreover, the studio over there has abundant financial resources and high price. Yan Feiyu can't afford to buy this song. "

Zhang lemon breathed a sigh of relief, sneered: "this dead Yan Feiyu, have been banned, give us so much trouble, really hateful."

Mr. Lin said with a smile: "it's just a struggle before death. I'd like to see how Yan Feiyu turns up the waves? Holding such a good song, but unable to produce a single, she should be the most unfortunate person in the world

Zhang lemon surprised voice sharp smile: "ha ha, deserve it."

On the Internet at this time, Gao Lao seems to be a little restless at this time, and he sent another micro blog: "Xiao Na, don't rob me. This song is more suitable for Yan Feiyu's voice as a whole, and it's more suitable for her to sing. If it is produced, it must be the strongest song of the year. Xiaoyan, let's consider my development. It's said that you have been blocked by harvest, but it doesn't matter. I have some contacts with Lao Gao. Come to me and I'll help you pack it. "

"What?" Seeing this micro blog, Lin and Zhang almost vomited blood. Gao Lao is the founder of Chinese pop music. He is the godfather in the whole entertainment circle. With his ability, if he wants to keep Yan Feiyu, Jiashi can't kill him. Even if it can be blocked, Yan Feiyu's contract is only two years old. Two years later, Yan Feiyu is only 23 years old. When the time comes, she will be able to make her debut again.

Lin and Zhang lemon were cold and looked at each other with a trace of despair in their eyes.

"Mr. Lin, what should we do?" Zhang lemon covered his face and howled.

"Shut up, you son of a bitch. Let me be quiet for a while! I'll kill you again! " Lin always a face of fidgety, black face scold a way.

Zhang lemon was scared and didn't dare to talk any more.

"The masked man, the masked man again. Mom, every time this boy comes out to stir up, repeatedly destroying my good deeds! "

"Mr. Lin, have you ever seen this masked man before?"

Lin's egg department was tight, and he said: "it doesn't matter to you."

Zhang lemon said in a coquettish way: "Mr. Lin, since you know the masked man, why don't you go to him and buy this song? They want to sing. "

President Lin slapped lemon in the face: "are you stupid? If I feed my money to the dog, I won't give it to this asshole. "

Zhang lemon was slapped and her face was covered with powder. Five bloodstains appeared on her face. She was honest all of a sudden, covering her face and shrinking again. She was afraid to speak.

Mr. Lin was grimacing and biting his teeth. After a few seconds, he suddenly sneered: "yes, buy this song. Hehe, as long as I plan to buy this song, I can find this boy, and then I will torture him. " After that, he thought of Michiko last time. Although his egg was broken by Michiko, he still thought about Michiko's beauty. At this time, he couldn't help licking his lips. "Then I'll catch that chick too. I haven't played with such a tender chick yet."

Thinking of this, President Lin clapped the desk, picked up the phone from the office and said, "go and buy the song of Yan Feiyu. Pay attention, even if you can't buy the song, you must contact the masked man."

A few minutes later, harvest media's official microblog sent a message: "buy masked people's works at a high price! For the song sung by Miss Yan Feiyu, harvest media is willing to buy it with a lot of money. No matter how much other people bid, we will guarantee the minimum price plus 100000 yuan. Please contact us with masked people. "

As soon as the microblog came out, the whole network was angry. It didn't give Yan Feiyu a chance to survive.

Now this song is Yan Feiyu's only life-saving straw on her whole performing career, and harvest media's doing so will undoubtedly wipe out her last hope of staying in the entertainment industry.

The whole network is in a discussion.

"Who is the masked man? Please don't sell the song to harvest. "

"It's over. If harvest does this, masked people will surely sell songs to harvest. Now in this society, who doesn't love money?"

"No one can resist the attack of money. It seems that our beauty really wants to say goodbye to the entertainment industry."

"Well, if I had written this song well, I would have given it to Yan Meiren."

"It's you. You're going to sell it, too."

There is a lot of pessimism on the Internet. Everyone thinks that the masked man is going to sell the song to harvest this time.

Mr. Zhang lemon and Mr. Lin sat in front of the computer with a sneer on their lips: "Yan Feiyu is dying. What are you struggling with? It's a waste of time. "

Yunhai City, an abandoned Park Lake, Yan Feiyu sitting alone in a corner of no one, quietly looking at the sky.

Suddenly, the mobile phone prompted that there was a new microblog information. Yan Feiyu didn't care and didn't want to read it. But a few minutes later, the mobile phone suddenly gave continuous information prompts, which almost burst. Yan Feiyu couldn't help but picked up the mobile phone and looked at it. In a few minutes, a microblog with a newly registered microblog number was forwarded tens of thousands of times, and all of them @ her.

Yan Feiyu looks at the microblog in surprise. The name of the microblog is "masked because you are so handsome" @ Yan Feiyu's message reads: "I tell you three words: first, the words in the lyrics are" you are in your mind when you miss you ", not naohai, you are not Nezha. Second, don't think about it any more, or it will be the third time. Third, the song is for you. "

Yan Feiyu covered his mouth and suddenly burst into tears.