PUBG Nightmare Player System

When hearing Deng Xiaoqi’s compliment, Ye Lang thought about his singing and emotions very seriously, and then nodded vigorously and seriously: "Yes, I have always sang very well, but this advantage is also recent. Just discovered."

Deng Xiaoqi was speechless.

What's the situation with this guy? I'm also the current talented singer, young queen candidate, the guy in front of me doesn't know him, it's fine if he doesn't know himself. Seeing that his song is good and polite, he is really on the line. .

"Have you sent your lyrics with feelings?"

Deng Xiaoqi forced to endure the anger of 10,000 grass mud horses and said gracefully.

"Hey, it's actually scribbled, groaning without illness, it's not counted haha, but now people like to sit in checklists."

"I have a friend named Mao who is bored all day long. Just write some songs and I will learn."

Deng Xiaoqi felt that she had encountered a strange flower,

But why is this strange thing so handsome? The unfaced situation looks almost like the man from the comics, the more you look at it, the more it tastes.

"Can you sing it again?"

Deng Xiaoqi thought about it for a long time, and slowly stated her request.

"I just came back from a party and took the cool off on the balcony. I heard your singing. I really like the idea and taste of this song. I want to listen to it again. I want to buy it if I can."

Ye Lang froze for a moment, a strange meaning in his eyes.

Deng Xiaoqi seems to have seen such a look. There is a Husky in her family that looks at people.

"Don't sell, I'm sorry, I must sing these songs by myself. Besides, everyone likes me to sing so much. I definitely can't live up to everyone's hopes."

Ye Lang spoke seriously, and now his songs have begun to go out of the circle.

But these songs, Ye Lang doesn’t want to sell them. He doesn’t lack money, nor does he lack those false names. As a person with a trace of ideals in his heart, Ye Lang certainly hopes that his songs can be heard by more people. , I hope my novels can be seen by more people.

If you don't have money, is Ye Lang still short of money now?

"You also have an audience? Are you a singer?"

Ye Lang's face turned dark, no, how can you check your account? It's up to you whether I am a singer.

"I am not a singer."

"The producer?"

"What is the producer?"

Ye Lang really doesn't know what the so-called producer does.

Deng Xiaoqi was dumbfounded. This product is neither a singer nor a producer. Is it a vocalist? Can the sellers afford such a big villa?

At this time, she had already begun to think in her heart. The unwillingness and infinite unwillingness in that song almost almost told the people who listened to the song face to face. How could people who have not experienced that kind of life write this song? song.

What a lie to a friend named Mao.

"I am an anchor haha, playing games." Ye Lang shrugged helplessly.

Deng Xiaoqi raised her legs and nodded thoughtfully, "The anchor is also good, but as a public figure, you can't sell your ideals because of money or anything, let alone betray your own body and Soul..."

Ye Lang was full of heads, what the **** did this woman do, came here just to stab her.

You betray your body and soul. What do you take me for?

He is a serious anchor, alright! Great anchor!

"You think too much, beauty, I'm a game anchor, I just sing occasionally."

Deng Xiaoqi had doubts in her eyes at this time, but she still nodded and expressed her approval. Such a handsome boy has very clear eyes, obviously not that kind of person.

In the entertainment industry, she can’t help herself. Deng Xiaoqi understands the truth. If she didn’t stick to the bottom line, maybe she could be even more popular with her strength.

Haha, she is obviously the successor of the Queen, but she has become the marginal figure now, so she is naturally not reconciled.

In Ye Lang's song, it was exactly that emotion that attracted Deng Xiaoqi.

"Okay, I'm singing, I have to go to sleep after singing, there will be business tomorrow."

Ye Lang slowly picked up his diamond guitar covered with 24K pure gold. When the guitar came out, Deng Xiaoqi looked surprised.

Now a game anchor can make money like this?

This villa can't be taken down without a few hundred million, and it is not a matter of money, but a matter of identity.

Everyone here is either rich or expensive. If only an anchor, how could you live here?

This man is full of mystery.

When Ye Lang played the guitar, his eyes gradually began to show depth, and a faint mist began to emerge. At this moment, Ye Lang felt that he was on the scene. The unwilling person, the unknown person, once again attached. body.

"A good person like me..."

...

When Ye Lang's voice was a little bitter, tears were left on Deng Xiaoqi's face.

She covered her face, and tried not to sob, not wanting to disturb the man in front of her.

"A lonely person like me, a stupid person like me, a mediocre person like me..."

"How many people have you seen..."

"An inexplicable person like me

Will anyone feel distressed"

At the end of Ye Lang's song, the confusion in his eyes, the loss of chaos accompanied his faint smile for a moment, the wind cleared and the clouds dispersed, like a calm and calm after a long vicissitudes of life.

Deng Xiaoqi couldn't help it anymore, sobbing and humming.

Ye Lang was stunned.

What's the matter, she didn't do anything, why did she cry.

"Ye Lang, why don't you make people sleep!" Ye Tan'er wore her gloves in her hand, her eyes were so angry, wearing her Sanda suit, she strode down.

"Huh? Ye Lang, you are looking for a woman behind my back..."

Ye Tan'er's fierce voice came, which made people creepy.

"Don't talk nonsense about okay, this is our neighbor!"

"What good did you do, people are crying!"

Ye Lang stood up helplessly, "I'll just sing."

Deng Xiaoqi knew that the other party had misunderstood, so she stood up and wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you, it's my fault, sorry."

Ye Tan'er stared at Ye Lang fiercely. When she was about to see off the guests, suddenly, her eyes brightened!

"You are...you are Deng Xiaoqi?!!!"

Ye Tan'er's attitude changed a hundred and eighty degrees in an instant, "My God, Ye Lang, Deng Xiaoqi, this is Deng Xiaoqi, she turned out to be our neighbor."

"Deng Xiaoqi, I am your loyal fan, I like listening to your songs."

Deng Xiaoqi smiled slightly at this moment, "Thank you for your support, but not every fan can see me like this."

When the two women were together, Ye Lang instantly became a foil. The key was that Ye Lang could not go to sleep. Every time he breathed, Ye Tan's eyes stared.

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