just kiss me

Chapter 7 Be careful I'll sew your mouth shut [Please recommend]

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When Song Miao went out of the piano room to drink water, he happened to meet Han Yin recording a song in the recording studio.

Her manager saw her and ran after her to stop her.

"Muse."

Song Miao looked down at the business card handed to her, and turned to look at the woman.

"Ok?"

"The conditions are so good, think about it?"

Song Miao was silent for a moment, and put the business card in his pocket with his slender fingers, "Thank you, sister Zhou."

"Leave me a call." Zhou Xiandao, "I'm looking for you for work, and I'm just doing it to make money."

Song Miao thought for a few seconds and read his phone number.

As Liu Yin said, many friends have many paths.

There's no need for her to have trouble with money.

Zhou Xiancun entered her mobile phone number, nodded, and left.

Song Miao nodded and went to the tea room.

When he came back, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a man standing outside the recording studio leaning on the railing to make a phone call.

The man's facial features are sharp, his jaw line is tight, his sharp Adam's apple slides with his thin lips, he is more calm and ruthless than when he was seventeen or eighteen.

Song Miao took a deep breath, hooked down the gold-rimmed glasses on the upturned bridge of her nose with her fine fingers, gently rubbed between her brows, and slowly walked past the man.

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, and her back hit the railing. The hot water in her hand scalded the back of her white hand, which instantly turned red.

"How are you going to play with Shen Yan?"

"Why, do you want to add one?"

The tone was slightly mocking.

Slim fingers climbed onto the man's shirt, and Wei Liang's fingertips opened a shiny round button, "If the price is reasonable, I can do it too. Mr. Xing~"

The long and dumb ending is full of various styles and is breathtaking.

Xing Shao waved her hand away in disgust, and strode in the opposite direction.

Song Miao shook his hands indifferently, and walked towards the piano room expressionlessly.

piano room.

Seeing that her hand was burned, Shen Yan clicked his tongue to rummage through his box, found the burn ointment, took her hand and applied the ointment on her.

"You are so awesome, you can scald yourself by pouring hot water? How about self-mutilation?"

"Are you a man, you have everything." Song Miao glanced at the ointment in his hand, with a little disgust, "There is nothing to worry about for minor injuries."

"A single hair on my leg is more precious than gold on yours, okay?" Shen Yan yelled at her, his hands light and serious.

Song Miao looked at him.

"Okay, okay, your gold is your gold." Shen Yan lowered his head and blew on her hand, then turned to find a piece of paper to wipe his hands.

Song Miao stared at his back, looked down at the slightly dark black on his hand, turned around for a moment and continued to think about the score.

After Shen Yan wiped her hands, she saw her lowering her head in thought in a cold manner, furtively pursing her lips and leaning over.

"Huh——" he blew into her ear, and said with a smile, "cute, Xia Tian, ​​you don't need to commit suicide, let's go, you can think of a fart if you stay here."

He picked her up and threw her a pair of sunglasses casually, "Put them on, brother will teach you what to do in summer."

Kick the door and run upstairs quickly.

Song Miao was clutched by him, and ran up to Zeni's top floor openly.

"Song Miao, let me tell you, summer is the most beautiful time for girls, with the scorching sun, sweat, flowers, and fiery feelings."

He held her shoulders and slid his big hand in front of her eyes, "Look carefully, your world of intertwined light and dark is very good, don't be dead all day long, a man's love is like throwing away every day, you forget it as soon as the morning is over Alright."

Song Miao laughed and stared at him sideways, feeling that he was sick, slapped his shoulders and hands off, turned and walked downstairs.

"Whether I understand these things or not, I can write songs. This thing is called talent."

Shen Yan grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back, lowered his head and approached her, "Miss Talent, don't you want to play together?"

He slammed forward, wanting to leave a deeper memory on her.

Song Miao took a step back and kicked his thigh. Shen Yan was unsteady and fell, his palms were scratched.

"Grass, it really hurts."

Song Miao snorted softly, squatted down on his knees, pinched his chin with his slender fingertips and lifted it up, "Brother, kiss?"

She laughed, the corners of her lips curled up, and her voice was extremely cold, "Be careful, I'll sew your mouth shut."

(End of this chapter)