Chapter 37

Lin Yao tilted her head and turned her beautiful eyes. Finally, she came up with a new saying:

"Oh, that's right. Later, my friend thought that song was not suitable for his singer, so he didn't buy it. I heard that song and thought it was very suitable for me."

"So it is."

The little assistant was finally fooled, but she couldn't do such a big thing as buying songs.

"But sister Yan..."

"It doesn't matter. It won't be difficult for you. I told sister Yan."

Lin Yao picked up her mobile phone and dialed Mo Yan.

"Hey, Yao Yao, why is it so early?"

Mo Yan's voice doesn't sound completely awake.

"Sorry, sister Yan, I forgot it's only six o'clock."

Lin Yao spits out her tongue, then coughs gently, trying to make her tone more serious:

"I found a song that suits me very well. I want to buy it and include it in the new album."

"Really? Who wrote the song? " Mo Yan was inspired. She stayed in Kyoto this time to talk about Lin Yao's new album with the company.

The difference between Lin Yao and the company lies in the quality of the last three songs in the album.

The company wants to release the album as soon as possible to cash in Lin Yao's popularity, but Lin Yao feels that the quality of the last three songs is not good and doesn't want to make do with it.

Now Mo Yan is under great pressure. While comforting Lin Yao that she is not in a hurry, she mediates with the top management of the company, and tries her best to invite songs everywhere.

If Lin Yao can handle these three songs by herself, it will be the best result.

"It was written by a bar singer, but it sounds good. I think it suits me very much."

Lin Yao answered in a small voice.

"Bar singer?"

Sure enough, Mo Yan's interest suddenly decreased by more than half.

She thought Lin Yao had found some well-known songwriters in the industry, or met Hong Sanshi through the program and asked him to write a song.

The result is a song written by a bar singer, which is not very attractive.

"Sister Yan, that song is really good. I sang it once. I think it is better than other songs in the album. Believe me!"

Of course, Lin Yao could hear the disappointment in Mo Yan's tone and quickly explained.

"Really so good?"

Mo Yan seldom heard Lin Yao praising the songs written by others. She still trusted Lin Yao's professional ability and couldn't help mentioning some interest again.

"Well, really, I promise you'll like it."

"Well, do you have the contact information of the creator? I'll talk to him. " Mo Yan finally agreed to talk.

"No, sister Yan, I've contacted that person. We have an appointment to meet today."

Lin Yao's heart jumped with joy, but her tone was still very serious and looked like talking about serious things.

"The action is very fast, Yao Yao. You're really interested in the new album this time."

Mo Yan joked: "if you are so capable in the future, I should lose my job."

"No, I don't know what to do without sister Yan. Sister Yan, I'll meet the singer today?"

Lin Yao flattered and then said his real purpose.

"But didn't you hurt your foot?"

"Don't worry, it's almost ready. Besides, isn't there Fangfang?"

"Well, pay attention to your own safety. Remember to ask the other party if you can record a demo so that the company can refer to it."

"I see. Bye, sister Yan!"

Lin Yao hung up the phone. A pair of peach blossom eyes smiled into Danfeng eyes. Seeing Fangfang looking at herself, she immediately sat up straight.

"Finally got another new song, great."

"Sister Yao." Fangfang suddenly said, "I think you have really changed a lot recently."

"No, what has changed?" Lin Yao asked strangely.

"In the past, you were always quiet and didn't like to talk. Now you become smiling and cheerful, just like..."

Fangfang frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said:

"A little flower longing for sunshine finally found its own sun."

Lin Yao jumped in her heart and hurriedly interrupted Fangfang: "what, you write lyrics."

"Oh, maybe I think too much." Fangfang also thought she was a little funny and quickly turned off the topic: "when shall we meet assistant Fang?"

"I didn't have his phone. I said he called me yesterday." Lin Yao looked at the time. It was only 6:30: "it may be late."

So Fangfang "rushed" Lin Yao back to her bedroom and let her rest for a while.

But Lin Yao couldn't sleep at all. She lay on her side on the bed and stared, waiting for Fang Xiaole's call.

Finally, in the anxiety and worry about gain and loss of waiting, the mobile phone rang the call bell.

……

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"Is it a little too early to call people now?"

In the rented house, Fang Xiaole came back from morning exercise. Before taking a bath, he took out the note of "Miss corpse" and dialed out according to the number above.

Glancing at the alarm clock by the bed, it was only seven forty.

Why can't you hold your breath today?

He got up at 5:50 this morning to do morning exercises. When he finished breathing in the park and ran along the old street, he passed the old house that night again.

Somehow, he stopped and climbed up the roof of the old house.

After sitting on the roof for a long time, all kinds of thoughts poured into my mind, but it seemed that I didn't think of anything. Until the first ray of dawn appeared in the clouds, I got off the roof and hurried back to the rental house.

Sitting on the bench, Fang Xiaole was still a little confused.

That bottle of wine will be secretly taken out for a taste only when it can't hold on. Is it going to become an inexhaustible wine cellar?

Or just being amorous?

What's more, I just have a dirty mind that I don't want to work hard and want to use other people's fame to pave the way for myself?

Finally, Fang Xiaole decided to call Lin Yao as agreed.

Anyway, let's meet and talk today.

When the phone was dialed, a gentle and clear song sounded. Fang Xiaole could hear it. This was Lin Yao's voice.

Is this her song?

It sounds good. I'd better find some of her songs to listen to when I'm free, so as not to reveal the stuffing in the next business blow.

The sweet song rang for a long time, but no one answered the phone.

Maybe it's too early. I'm abrupt. Fang Xiaole was about to hang up when the other side was suddenly connected.

"Hello?" Somehow, there seemed to be a tremor in the soft voice.

"Sister Yao, why are your feet..." there was a nagging voice next to her, which should be her female assistant.

"Hello, is that Lin Yao?" Fang Xiaole asked politely.

"I'm Lin Yao. Are you Fang Xiaole?"

Before Fang Xiaole spoke, Lin Yao had said his name.

How does it feel like she can't wait?

Fang Xiaole scratched his cheek. He must have thought too much. They have contacted each other several times, and the other party can hear his voice very normal.

"It's me. Yesterday you said you wanted to talk to me about something. What's the matter?"