Chapter 297

After hearing Chu Ye talk about it, Nanyue knew that when Chaoyang handed over the new song to Hongyu, a power of attorney with the official seal of a lawyer was attached.

That is to entrust Hongyu to donate all the income of Ci and Qu in the name of Chaoyang.

This procedure is complete, and Chu Ye naturally follows it. There is no need to worry about subsequent legal disputes.

However, he was also curious about Chaoyang. Otherwise, he would not have said so much to South Vietnam at that time.

Now I have sent such a demo, which seems more mysterious.

But it also makes Chu Ye clear that the other party just wants to hide his true identity and doesn't want South Vietnam to know.

Therefore, Chu Ye simply gave up looking for traces and didn't investigate who Chaoyang was.

South Vietnam turned to ask little five, but did not hold much hope.

[Xiao Wu, can you find out who Chaoyang is?]

[yes, but you need a thousand spirit stones from the host payment system!]

Sheng Jingheng's information is only 100 Lingshi. Tut, who do you despise?

South Vietnam hummed quietly, and did not agree to pay, but simply gave up.

Anyway, Chaoyang writes one song to her at a time. If she writes several songs at a time, she really needs to find out who this person is, otherwise she doesn't dare to sing.

When the three of them returned to city a, South Vietnam had no rest and turned to take the flight to city J.

After such a turnaround, I can't get to J city until more than 8 p.m. and then go to the ancient town. It's estimated that it will be late at night.

Before boarding the plane, South Vietnam also specially chatted with Li Meijun on wechat, so that the latter can sleep first without waiting for her.

After getting off the plane, South Vietnam saw a group photo of all five people at dinner except her in the discussion group of six of them.

Sheng Jingheng was wearing a black hooded sweater and looked at the camera with special cooperation. His eyes were straight, as if he were looking at the person who saw the picture through the camera.

South Vietnam suddenly jumped in the heart, and then narrowed the photo again, without saying anything in the discussion group.

And 89 o'clock is the point where traffic jams are easy in every city. Along the way, South Vietnam practiced silently for a long time, and then was reminded by the driver that it was coming.

The night outside was already very dark. South Vietnam looked at the time. It was nearly eleven o'clock.

This week is very tired. She has been running around for most of the day. Even if she has a different physical quality from ordinary people, she will be a little sleepy.

However, after arriving at the small building, I smelled the breath of the pine tree she sent out, which woke her up.

Nanyue slightly lowered her head and smiled knowingly. I don't know when, it has become a place for her to have a complete rest.

Here, she always subconsciously wants to be an ordinary person, laughing or making trouble, without restraint.

After taking a deep breath, Nanyue opened the courtyard door, carried the suitcase and went in with light hands and feet.

After entering, she found that the lights on in the yard were not just reserved for her, but because someone was still using them.

Hearing the slight sound of opening the door, the man sitting in the far middle teahouse looked up slightly and looked over calmly.

Facing his deep and bottomless eyes, Nanyue was stunned first, and then subconsciously went to see the table of the teahouse.

There are several music scores on it, which are pressed by the mobile phone at will. The mobile phone is plugged with a white earphone cable. One earphone is hung on his right ear, and the other is ignored and dropped naturally.

Is he writing another song? Or, just started writing a second song?

The last night of her birthday, he stayed up most of the night. He wasn't writing songs. What was he doing?