Chapter 137 Do You Want to Be a Villain?
Lu Youyou was walking around in the dormitory, checking her phone, and suddenly said: "Qiaoqiao, you have exceeded 30,000 fans at station B, and it only took one day. It's amazing."
Chunxiao smiled: "If you break 100,000, Station B will give you medals. Lin Xiang and I both have them. If you break 1 million, you will get another medal. You can also attend the annual meeting, and you can become a top 100 up owner. We can go to the annual meeting together."
Lu Youyou seemed to have become Wen Qiao's manager: "I asked Lin Xiang and Chunxiao. They basically post one video a week and update it every week. You do the same."
"Okay, Yoyo, you can also open an account."
Lu Youyou felt a little embarrassed: "My level is a little worse than yours, so I won't show off my shame."
Chunxiao said enthusiastically: "No matter what, you can pass the Central Academy of Music. How can it be wrong? We can form the Four Musketeers. How cool."
Lu Youyou clasped her hands together and said, "That's okay, I'll do it too, and the two big guys should promote me more."
Chunxiao: "No problem."
Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Okay."
Dormitory 502 was peaceful, but the atmosphere in 504 took a turn for the worse.
Xu Lu reviewed the video of their performance in Austria with a calm face. There was no problem with the performance. However, except for working with her on stage, Zhuang Yan never looked at her during the whole process.
She was a little angry. She didn't know when everyone in the world started to side with Wen Qiao.
Obviously in high school, she was the one who enjoyed the envy of everyone.
It seems that since Wen Qiao suddenly went to Wen's house to ask for money, everything collapsed at an uncontrollable speed.
Wen Qiao seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person. She was omnipotent and could even regain Zhuang Yan's lost heart. She repeatedly gave in to conquer cities and territories, but it didn't help.
Isn’t it just composing?
She started learning piano at the age of six and is proficient in music. She can definitely do it.
She did it as she was told, and she was also familiar with the arranging software. In just one night, she composed a complete song.
She admired herself, then found the email address of Song Hao, Haimao's music director, and clicked send.
It's raining outside again. It's rainy in Haicheng in autumn, and the weather is getting cooler.
On the weekend, Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou went home. When they passed a parasol path, they saw He Qian and a stewardess from Fu Nanli's crew sitting in front of the garden restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows. She couldn't remember their names at the moment.
Thinking that he was a former colleague, we could have dinner and chat together, but Wen Qiao didn't take it seriously.
The rain fell outside the window, and He Qian drank lipstick tea. The person sitting opposite her was Wang Shan, who usually fawned over He Qian. Everyone knew that He Qian's family was the daughter of the largest cosmetics group in the country.
"Sissi, you are no longer on the crew. We all miss you very much."
He Qian smiled bitterly: "Really?"
"Oh, by the way, after you left that day, Xiao Ji always mentioned that the captain and the others seemed to be going back to some old house to celebrate the old lady's birthday."
He Qian raised her eyelids.
"Xiao Ji always asked the captain if he wanted to take Wen Qiao back, but the captain said no."
He Qian concentrated: "Why not bring it?"
"It seems that the elders in the captain's family don't know about Wen Qiao's existence. They said they wanted to find a suitable opportunity to introduce her to the family."
He Qian lowered her eyes and struggled a little in her heart. Should she go to that point and spare no effort to destroy them like the bad women on TV?
Will Mrs. Fu and Mr. Fu accept a girl like Wen Qiao as the girlfriend of the sole heir?
After all, the Wen family doesn't recognize her.
She is nothing.
Family status bias will always exist in the upper class society.
She was a little confused and hesitant.