Chapter 138 President, Are You Willing to Spend 300 Million for Miss Lu Qier?

He was too tired and tired. It was already past five o'clock and dawn would come in a few dozen minutes. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he was afraid that she would escape. Only holding her like this made him feel safe.

How scared he was that as soon as he opened his eyes she would be gone.

Tang Moer's heart was intertwined with shame and resentment, as well as a hint of grievance and powerlessness.

The man's charming masculinity enveloped her, trapping her like a dense net, as if she couldn't escape no matter what.

Maybe she couldn't break free, and he would restrain her so domineeringly even when she was asleep.

Yu Jie's thick comb-like hair was trembling wetly, and Tang Mo'er's eyes were red again in the man's arms. How could this method of confinement not be his silent and paranoid attempt to retain her?

I don't know when, she has become an obsession that he can't let go.

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Engagement party.

Fu Qinglun was holding a glass of red wine in his hand, wiping his pants pocket with one hand and was talking to the boss next to him. At this time, his secretary Beichuan came over and said, "President."

The boss said goodbye to Fu Qinglun very wisely and then left.

Fu Qinglun elegantly licked the red lips in his hand and responded in a low voice, "Is something wrong?"

"President, the reply from Lion has arrived. He has agreed to sign a contract to become Miss Lu Qier's lyricist."

Not long ago, Fu Qinglun had dug out this mysterious lion. He sent word to him that he would either sign a contract or disappear from the circle, with a tough and domineering attitude.

In fact, there is never a shortage of talented people in this world. Fu Qinglun covers the sky with one hand in Yecheng, and he can make anyone who offends him disappear.

No matter how mysterious Lion was, it only took him less than half a month to dig him out.

If it can't be used by him, it can only... destroy him.

Fu Qinglun shook the red wine glass in his hand casually, and asked in a low and indifferent voice, "What are the conditions for Lion?"

"Yes," Beichuan reported in a low voice, "Lion has offered a sky-high price contract."

"Oh?" The man's voice rose.

"Lion said that it costs 30 million to write a song for Miss Lu Qier. Assuming that a record contains ten songs, that is... 300 million. President, Lion asked, are you willing to spend 300 million for Miss Lu Qier? unwilling?"

Lion customized an exclusive record for Lu Qier, and the price was as high as 300 million.

The corners of Fu Qinglun's cold lips curved in an indifferent and sarcastic arc, "Lion is definitely the first person who dares to ask me for 300 million yuan. Can he swallow such a large amount of money without fear of choking to death?"

"President, Lion said he is definitely worth the 300 million. If you are not willing to spend money, then he would rather disappear from the industry than sign a contract with Miss Lu Qier."

"Ha." Fu Qinglun forced out a sinister laugh from his throat, and his entire gentle and elegant aura became sinister.

Take out 300 million...

"Qinglun," Lu Qier walked over at this time, her beautiful face glowing with joy, "Is there any news from Lion?"

"Yes, Miss Lu, Lion agreed to customize an exclusive record for you, but the price is as high as 300 million."

Beichuan told the news to Lu Qier expressionlessly. In fact, as a secretary, he was very curious about what Miss Lu Qier would do?

This Miss Lu is already engaged to Gu Mohan. Both the Lu family and the Gu family can easily get 300 million. It would be too much for her to let Fu Qinglun spend 300 million on her.

From the time Miss Lu became famous to the present, it was Fu Qinglun who made her famous.

Lu Qier quickly raised her eyes to look at Fu Qinglun, her eyes showing expectation, "Qinglun, three hundred million is not a lot of money to you, but I urgently need Lion to help me write songs, and you will always help." Mine, right?”

Beichuan, "…"

Fu Qinglun glanced sideways at Lu Qier. There was no expression on that handsome face.

Lu Qier quickly stretched out her little hand and grabbed Fu Qinglun's sleeve, a little coquettishly, "Qinglun."

Fu Qinglun frowned for a moment, then looked at Beichuan, "I gave Lion the 300 million he asked for, but I hope he's worth the price and writes songs well."

Although Beichuan felt a little depressed in his heart, he nodded respectfully, "Yes, President."

Beichuan turned around to do something, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a beautiful figure, "Mrs."

Mrs?

The word "ma'am" made Fu Qinglun turn around suddenly. He saw Lin Shiyu lazily leaning on the door frame. The woman was wearing a light cyan embroidered dress today, and the antique-style design set off her pretty little face. She is becoming more and more charming, with two bright pearls on her snow-white earlobes, shining brightly.

She didn't know when she came, but she had obviously taken in everything that had just happened.

At this moment, Lu Qier's little hand was still tugging on Fu Qinglun's sleeve, and Fu Qinglun subconsciously pulled back his sleeve.

"Papa papa", Lin Shiyu stood up straight, her lace skirt rippling around her delicate white ankles, so beautiful that it was breathtaking. She clapped her hands, her almond eyes lingering between Fu Qinglun and Lu Qi "You guys really made me watch a big show."

Lu Qier was a little embarrassed.

At this time, Lin Ruoxi came over and took Lu Qier's arm affectionately. She glared at Lin Shiyu, "Lin Shiyu, what are you playing here again? Don't always bully Sister Qier."

"Am I bullying Lu Qier? Lin Ruoxi, you are really flattering me. I dare not. Your sister Qier got engaged to Gu Mohan tonight, and just now she was able to get 300 million from Fu Qinglun with just a coquettish voice. , I even think she can go to heaven." Lin Shiyu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"What?" Lin Ruoxi's expression immediately changed, and she looked at Lu Qier in shock.

Lin Ruoxi felt very unhappy. She had always liked Fu Qinglun, but Fu Qinglun liked Sister Qier. Now that Sister Qier was engaged to Brother Mo Han, she thought she was a big step closer to Fu Qinglun. All she had to do was defeat Lin Shiyu.

But she never expected that Lu Qier would do this.

"Sister Qier, you are already Brother Mo Han's fiancée. Even if you want money, you should ask Brother Mo Han for it. What's your position in asking Brother Qinglun for money?" Lin Ruoxi said displeased.

Want money.

Want money.

These two words sounded harsh in Lu Qier's eardrums. She was the first lady in the imperial capital. She pursed her red lips and looked at Lin Ruoxi. This Lin Ruoxi had always been her little follower, with big breasts and no brains. Now Lin Shiyu After provoking her a few words, she actually pointed the gun at her.

Lu Qier took Lin Ruoxi's little hand and said softly, "Ruoxi, Brother Qinglun helped me sign a contract with Lion with these 300 million. When I shoot a video for my record, I will ask you to be my heroine. Don't let Shiyu mislead you, or be careful of others mistaking you for a gunman."

After saying these words, Lin Ruoxi's face looked better.

Lin Shiyu's beautiful brows were filled with a smile. She glanced at Lu Qier up and down, "Tsk, tsk, you are indeed the number one lady in the imperial capital. A few words can make Lin Ruoxi continue to be your little follower."