I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 77 Silly White Sweet

The two rich women "despised" Chuhe together.

Chu He put his hands together and smiled: "No kidding, if you want Chu Xiaohe's autograph, I can get it for you."

"You can pull it down, just fifty copies, how capable you are." Su Muyan pouted, but she didn't want to listen to Chuhe's bragging.

Liu Zhiqing just laughed and didn't say much.

Then she dragged Su Muyan to take a bath: "Okay, let's do whatever you want. Yanyan, this is your last night, and next time I will clean you up!"

Su Muyan was caught in the bathroom, took a bath obediently, but fell asleep while washing, Liu Zhiqing had to help her wash herself.

Chuhe made breakfast, and when it was ready, she came out to see that Liu Zhiqing was walking upstairs with Su Muyan in her arms, with a wry smile on her face.

Su Muyan, a bastard, fell asleep as soon as she fell asleep, she was too sleepy.

As a girl, Liu Zhiqing was very tired carrying her upstairs.

Chuhe rushed to help, and threw Su Muyan into her bedroom to let her get enough sleep.

Now, the two of them were alone again in the villa, so embarrassed.

It was embarrassing for a thick-skinned Chuhe, mainly because the atmosphere was too stiff, and both of them felt uncomfortable after breakfast.

Chuhe had to find a topic: "President Liu, how is your research on online songs recently?"

"Hey, it's hard. In fact, I've already written a song and posted it on the Internet. There are too many new songs every day. If it's not particularly brilliant, it won't be popular."

Liu Zhiqing finally stopped being awkward, and took the initiative to talk about her situation, "The song "Minoshita Wind" back then was loved by a small number of fans because it was close to the ancient style. But ancient style songs are difficult to write, and I can't write it."

That's it.

In any line of work, only top people can become famous, and Internet singers are no exception. Liu Zhiqing obviously had a difficult start.

Now that the Internet is developed, many softwares can publish their own original songs, but it is difficult to become popular.

Those who can become popular are basically supported by artist companies, and there are special personnel to compose and write songs and even promote them.

Liu Zhiqing went to sing alone, and she was not a genius, so it would be strange if nothing happened.

"Sing me the song you wrote, and I'll give you some advice?" Chuhe suggested.

As a systematic man, Chuhe is a small expert in all aspects of development, and he has not let go of his singing skills.In fact, the skills he likes more, such as erhu, pipa, cooking, singing and painting, etc., can be purchased as soon as they are available. Anyway, the joy points are not exhausted recently, and Shao Yaoyao alone has given them several thousand.

Not to mention Liu Zhiqing and Su Muyan, they bought "Poetry and the Sea I" and gave them thousands of pleasure points at once.

"Don't sing." Liu Zhiqing looked unnatural, and began to feel awkward again.

She respects Chuhe, but she still can't let it go. She sings to him by herself, which makes her feel ashamed.

Chu He didn't insist, and continued to suggest: "You can be a cover singer first. I see that many Internet singers start with cover songs first, and when they gain a certain popularity, they will be signed by artist companies. Although you are not short of money, But you can't set up an artist company alone to support you, right? It's very troublesome."

Chuhe's suggestion is very pertinent, everything should be done step by step, anyway, Liu Zhiqing doesn't care about money, it's purely a hobby.

"I'm also thinking about this, but I see that many cover singers on the Internet sing very well, and the competition is fierce." Liu Zhiqing was not sure if she could be popular.

"Why don't you sing a song for me? No need to sing your own."

"No." Liu Zhiqing refused again, she wanted to perform in front of Chuhe, and she performed alone, which felt more shameful than Luo Ben.

Chuhe smiled wryly, but he was also helpless.

Liu Zhiqing is obviously a generous and generous president, but she is always restrained when getting along with her, as if bound by a tortoise shell.

Uncomfortable!
At this moment, Liu Zhiqing also finished eating, and went back to her room directly, not wanting to face Chuhe.

Chuhe called Liu Qiang.

Liu Qiang hadn't slept yet, his voice was hoarse.

"Mr. Chu, what's the matter?"

"Signed books, prepare three more copies, and I will give them to friends." Chuhe made a small request.

"All right, all right, I'll find you tomorrow. There are 53 collector's editions in total, and none of them will be lost." Liu Qiang agreed without hesitation.

"Don't be in such a hurry, you'd better rest first." Chuhe was a little worried that Liu Qiang was exhausted.

"It's okay, I'm going to sleep later, and it's almost time to sleep until tomorrow." Liu Qiang laughed, full of energy.

He is drinking coffee desperately at the moment, still staring at the computer, surrounded by colleagues who are rushing to work.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Qiang still refused to call it a day and wanted to stay a little longer.

"Old Liu, pack your things, I'll take you home." At this moment, Mr. Ye came over and urged Liu Qiang.

Liu Qiang was confused: "What's wrong?"

"The president is coming, she wants you to get out, I'll be annoyed when I see you, hurry up!" Mr. Ye whispered, peeking at the door.

Liu Qiang looked over and saw the dark-faced Yuan Huaying inspecting the editorial department at the door.

"This……"

"Come on, pack your things quickly!" Mr. Ye pulled Liu Qiang up.

Liu Qiang packed his things bitterly, shook his head and left.

Yuan Huaying deliberately stepped out of the way without saying a word.

Liu Qiang didn't dare to say anything, and followed Mr. Ye down.

Yuan Huaying snorted, and went in to take over Liu Qiang's job, seeing her colleagues bewildered.

On the seaside of Longding Bay, the weather is fine today, with blue sky and white clouds, and the sun is docile.

Chuhe lay on the beach with a pipa beside him.

He logged into Weibo with his mobile phone and found "Miss Yaoyao".

This is Shao Yaoyao.

At the beginning, some readers asked Chu He to visit Sister Yaoyao, but Chu He didn't go.

Now he found Miss Yaoyao and sent a private message: "Sister Yaoyao, thank you for your support, please give me your address, and I will give you an extra signed book."

"Oh my god!" Sister Yaoyao responded in almost a second, and she happened to be checking Weibo as well.

She still couldn't believe it, because the idol Chu Xiaohe took the initiative to send her a private message.

"Really? Chu Da, thank you so much!" Shao Yaoyao jumped up and jumped on the bed, but was torn by the bed sheet, and one leg slipped under the bed, and she assumed a horse riding posture.

Fortunately, the mattress is very soft, otherwise she would hurt her vagina again.

"Da Da Chu, my address is Minghao Bieyuan, the imperial capital..."

She excitedly gave the address.

"The pleasure value from Shao Yaoyao +1000."

"The pleasure value from Shao Yaoyao +800."

"The pleasure value from Shao Yaoyao +500."

Chuhe smiled, this rich woman is really comforting, she keeps providing pleasure value, she is very silly and naive, she likes it.

"Okay, thank you for your continuous support. Your "Ya" is also great, I like it very much." Chu He praised without hesitation.

Publicly and privately speaking, Shao Yaoyao deserves to be thanked, and it would hurt the hearts of fans if she didn't thank her.

Shao Yaoyao continued to provide pleasure points, and then boldly asked: "Da Chu, can I ask how old you are?"

Shao Yaoyao was still riding on the edge of the bed, her legs were involuntarily clamped, and she seemed a little nervous.

I don't know if it will offend Chu Dada?

"26 years old." Chuhe responded.

Shao Yaoyao exaggeratedly screamed, her face rolled on the pillow, and the girl's heart burst.

At the door, Aunt Liu opened the door in panic: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, you're going out." Shao Yaoyao hurried away, sat up cross-legged, her hair was disheveled, and she laughed foolishly.

"I'm afraid you are a member of the Demon Cult." Aunt Liu muttered, and finally left.

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