Chapter 108

Gu Minghe looked up and looked at Lin Qingwan. She, who had bowed her head, immediately raised her head with an air of awe. Their eyes suddenly collided.

Gu Minghe shook his head and laughed, and re examined and approved the documents.

The meal he ordered for Lin Qingwan was quickly brought in by his secretary.

The female secretary put out the tea table and went out the door. She didn't dare to stay here any longer. This is the pregnant woman's meal. pregnant woman? The girl on the sofa?

Let president Gu call in person to order meals, or eat in his office, this treatment seems A little elusive!

Lin Qingwan ate very delicious, but also chuckled. This was what Gu Mingshu couldn't stand. She interrupted her thoughts several times.

"Would you like some?" Lin Qingwan wiped the oil on her mouth and raised her head to ask.

Gu Minghe was silent and went over. He had just sat down beside Lin Qingwan. His oily palm rubbed against his suit.

Gu Ming Teng stood up and glared at her.

Lin Qingwan shriveled the corner of her wronged lip, "what's wrong with me? There's no napkin here. "

Gu Minghe took the napkin box on the tea table and fell in front of her. Just as he wanted to scold her, Lin Qingwan had subconsciously covered her stomach.

Gu Minghe's temper suddenly disappeared, frowned, "the child in the stomach is kicking you?"

Lin Qingwan snickered at him as a layman. How could a month old child kick at random, but he nodded in an extremely serious manner. "It seems that he was kicked just now."

"Eat slowly." Gu Minghe thought about it for a moment, and thought it was the reason. He went to pour her a glass of water.

Gu Minghe found that Lin Qingwan loved all kinds of orders, and always pulled out pitiful eyes, which made him unable to refuse. If it wasn't for the hot soup, let him blow it. If it wasn't for helping her with the dishes, he said that the food was too far away to reach.

"Lin Qingwan, how did you survive before?" Gu Mingshu's face was gloomy and frightening. She was the first one to dare to command him. She did not know how to restrain her and became more and more rampant. She was left to feed her.

"If you are not around, I will certainly do it myself," said Lin Qingwan

Gu Minghe secretly comforted himself, waiting for her to give birth to a child, and then deal with her, and now bear with it.

Lin Qingwan finished eating with satisfaction and wiped his mouth. Subconsciously, he rubbed his hand against Gu Minghe.

With a bang, before he met Gu Minghe, he was beaten by his hand.

Lin Qingwan rubbed her hands, picked up her bag and walked out of the office.

Gu Minghe looked at the leftovers on the tea table, sighed and called his secretary to come in and clean up.

He can be sure that Lin Qingwan may be a good mother, but definitely not a virtuous wife.

Lin Qingwan drove to the business center to see how they rehearsed.

The 13 international superstars have a solid foundation, which is nothing more than a change of place to sing their previous famous works. In order to be the best, Xu Zijiao also tried to rehearse again and again, for fear of disappointing these celebrities, especially Lin Qingwan.

These people are all here to make a match for her, a song for each person, but she is more than a dozen songs. These songs are all new songs. They are made by Lin Qingwan with a professional composer.

Xu Zijiao to the backstage to drink some water, waiting for the rehearsal on the stage, she went up again, at this time the mobile phone rang.

Yang Mengmeng called.

"Zijiao, come on, help me. I'm so miserable now!" There was a faint cry in her voice.

Xu Zijiao panicked, "what happened to Meng Meng?"

"I'm sad, I'm tired..." Yang Mengmeng's murmur, which was close to nonsense, suddenly called out, "I don't want to live any more. I'm really fed up with it. I'm under too much pressure."

"Meng Meng, your concert is about to start. I know you are under great pressure. Don't worry about it." Xu Zijiao didn't think too much about it. She asked in a scorching voice, "where are you? I'll find you now."

She has always regarded Yang Mengmeng as a good friend and once suffered from depression. She was worried that Yang Mengmeng had done something stupid. After hearing the answer from her mobile phone, she ran out in a hurry.

She found Yang Mengmeng in the box of a hotel. Yang Mengmeng was full of wine. She looked very low, and her face was red. She half raised her eyes and giggled, "are you here, Zijiao?"

Then he raised his glass, took a sip, and then poured wine into it.

Xu Zijiao held her hand in the past and cried out anxiously, "don't drink Zijiao. If you drink again, you will drink badly."

Yang Mengmeng reaches out to grab the red wine bottle. When Xu Zijiao is angry, she smashes the red wine bottle on the ground. She yells at her angrily, "tell me, what happened to you? Why do you want to spoil yourself like this?"

Yang Mengmeng looks at Xu Zijiao and washes her nose. Tears roll down.

Xu Zijiao panicked and quickly sat down beside her, stroking her tears from the corners of her eyes, "Mengmeng, don't cry. What's the matter with me?"

"Zijiao." Yang Mengmeng hugged her in tears and said, "I'm so tired now. The concert will start soon, but I can't get into the state at all. I'm under a lot of pressure and hate myself. Everyone is waiting for me, but I just don't try my best. "At this point, she suddenly straightened up and slapped herself hard.

Her words, as if to speak of Xu Zijiao's heart, her pressure is the same big, but also all kinds of complaining about themselves, for a time do not know how to comfort her.

"Zijiao, I'm not like you. You have a good foundation. What about me?" Yang Mengmeng laughed at herself and shook her head. "I have nothing. I have practiced a song seven times and eight times, even ten times and dozens of times, but I can't grasp the rhythm all the time. No matter how hard I try, I can't

"I understand how you feel." Xu Zijiao sighed softly, "Meng Meng, don't deny yourself like this. You have to believe in yourself. You are the best."

Yang Mengmeng was silent. Drunk, she raised her eyes, grabbed Xu Zijiao's hand and said, "Zijiao, can you teach me? How should I sing my luck and how can I master the rhythm? "

Xu Zijiao was in a dilemma, which could not be understood for a while.

Yang Mengmeng's eyes flickered imperceptibly and looked up at the past. "Meng Meng, didn't you say that you have prepared more than a dozen new songs for you? You sing it to me, and I'll see how you catch the rhythm? "

Xu Zijiao hesitated. These songs have not yet come into the market. The concert will be her first time in public. If it is leaked out in advance, the consequences will be terrible.

"Zijiao, can you help me? You sing it to me and let me learn it. " Yang Mengmeng's eyes are painful, with some expectation, and tears are flashing.

Xu Zijiao's heart softened down and sighed, "well, I'll give you a few songs, you find the feeling."

She cleared her throat and began to sing a new song.

Yang Mengmeng lies on the table, listening to Xu Zijiao's song all the time, with adoration on her face, but her hand is in the bag below, and her mobile phone is still recording.

Xu Zijiao's new songs are really good to listen to. There are a few sad songs, and Yang Mengmeng is very upset.

Such a good song must belong to her.

As long as the songs are recorded and professional lyrics and songs are found, it is easy to copy them down and change the lyrics, which is her new song.

"Zijiao, you really listen to these songs!" Yang Mengmeng belched and straightened up on the chair. "But how can I seem to have heard this melody? It seems that our company has similar songs, and my boss is going to let me sing it?"

"Ah?" Xu Zijiao was shocked, "Meng Meng, is this true or false? These songs are specially prepared for me by Qingwan. How can your company have songs with the same tune? "

Not yet. When she goes back, there will be!

Yang Mengmeng secretly laughed, hesitated and said, "Zijiao, there is a sentence I have kept in my heart, but in fact, Lin Qingwan is a girl with evil intentions. She likes to copy other people's things, and then says it's her. You have to be careful. I think she's going to kill you. If she sings pirated songs, she will be sprayed to death by fans. "