Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

131 CV boss's rap cool guy 22

"But my main purpose is to find a place for you," Nanfeng said quickly, fearing that the child would get stuck in a dead end again.

"Thank you..." Pei Junhuai didn't know how to express his thoughts. It seemed that apart from saying thank you, he had nothing to repay the man.

Nan Feng interrupted the child's thank you and said, "If you want to thank me, please treat me to a meal. The medicinal food is good."

After Nanfeng left the connection, Pei Junhuai was still in shock. He opened the notebook he carried with him and found a piece of paper filled with words.

Maybe this song can be given to Nanfeng as a thank you gift, but the accompaniment needs to be revised, so it cannot be given to men at the moment.

As soon as Nanfeng turned off the broadcast, Xiao Shitou appeared hurriedly and said, "Handsome brother, there is movement at the Feng family..."

Nanfeng took off his headphones and a purple light flashed in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant. Xiaodi was lowering his head to organize the things he was recording in the notebook and didn't notice.

By the time Nanfeng finished recording and everything, it was already dark. He loosened the buttons on his collar, looking a little tired. Xiaodi followed behind him and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

"It's hard work, let's go home," Nanfeng said to Xiaodi with his head tilted.

Xiao Di saw that there was nothing for him to do and said ok. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he accidentally saw the light coming out from the crack of the office door.

He scratched his head. He remembered that Teacher Fuyao had been in the recording studio all afternoon. When did the lights in the office turn on? Xiaodi, who was sleepy, didn't turn his head around.

But he saw that Nanfeng didn't seem surprised at all, and then he looked at the time on his phone, and he remembered who was in the office.

He is really a persistent and serious person. It seems that someone will care about Teacher Fuyao's stomach in the future. As a work and life assistant, his role in life should not be big.

Xiaodi shook his head and went downstairs. He knew that the office should not hear his footsteps, but he still slowed down his pace.

Of course, Nanfeng also saw the office with the lights on. The child told him on the phone that he was coming. It was he who asked people to go to the office and sit for a while. He finished quickly.

Pushing open the door, Nanfeng met the eyes of the person sitting on the sofa and said, "Sorry for the long wait."

Pei Junhuai shook his head. "No, let's eat."

Nanfeng chuckled and went to the office's separate restroom to wash his hands and walked out.

Pei Junhuai had already placed all the medicinal food on the table. He could smell the aroma of medicine in the air, but it was not as strong and pungent as in the pharmacy. Instead, it was like the smoke rising from an ancient temple in the mountains, with a bit of warmth and mystery, gently intertwining and blending with the fragrance of the ingredients.

The appearance is pretty good. You can tell that the people who make the medicinal food are very serious and careful.

Nanfeng sat down and took a few bites. It tasted good. The aroma of the food neutralized the bitterness of the medicine. "Ah Huai, I haven't told you yet. Did you change the place where you got the medicinal food?"

Pei Junhuai's eyes fell on Nanfeng's red lips, which were moist and shiny after drinking a mouthful of soup. He quickly moved his eyes away, and his delicate Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Hmm" is a hoarse sound like a breathy sound.

Nan Feng noticed that the child looked obviously not right. "Are you in a bad mood? Or is it because of the bullying you received this afternoon?"

Pei Junhuai pursed his lips and said, "No, I'm not angry."

That level was not enough to make him have emotional fluctuations, but he heard a fan say one thing

They said Nanfeng had also changed his profile picture to an ugly one. Pei Junhuai immediately clicked on the top profile picture. It should be due to network delay. After half a minute, the profile picture jumped and changed.

Another little monster that looks very similar to Pei Junhuai's ugly little monster, but the color is different, and the one in Nanfeng's avatar has a small bow on its head, so it's obvious that it's a pair with the little monster in his avatar.

Pei Junhuai raised his hand and gently stroked the portrait on the phone. A warm current flowed into his heart and spread to his limbs. His heart was burning. How could there be someone so good... so good...

Nan Feng saw that he really had no other emotions, so he felt relieved to eat. During this period, his delicate stomach stopped beating and became much more peaceful.

Thanks to the child for taking the trouble to look after someone who others say doesn't like to eat.

Although Nan Feng had already made a plan to nourish his stomach, he was happy to have the children cooperate with him.

"I heard from others that you can also write songs." Nanfeng took a sip of soup and asked as if he was chatting.

Pei Junhuai paused. Was he discovered by him? But he had never taken out the paper. "I know a little, but not very well."

Seeing that there was no other expression on the man's face, it seemed that he was just asking casually. Pei Junhuai finally relaxed. He probably didn't notice

"I saw someone lose their manuscript online before, and then was accused of plagiarism. If you can't find the manuscript, there's no way to prove whether the song is original or not." Nanfeng's casual chat was too deceptive.

Pei Junhuai never doubted Nanfeng. "No, the creative inspiration is different, and there is also the timeline of creation."

"What if none of these are available?" Nanfeng asked.

Pei Junhuai frowned. That would be difficult. Plagiarism is fatal in the creative circle. If there is no way to prove it, you will be expelled from the circle and even be cursed.

Why did Nan Feng ask this? Although he was puzzled, Pei Junhuai still answered, "The chances of proving it are slim."

Nan Feng seemed to understand, "Ah Huai's manuscript is not lost, right?"

This woke Pei Junhuai up. He immediately remembered that he couldn't find his manuscript paper. Could someone have taken it away?

Nanfeng saw that the child finally remembered, so he ate a mouthful of food with peace of mind.

Little Stone asked in confusion, "Brother, why do you have to remind the poor little thing like this? It's so troublesome."

"Even seeing is not necessarily believing, let alone hearing. He needs to find out for himself," Nanfeng replied lazily.

Little Stone nodded thoughtfully, but he felt that even if the handsome brother told him directly, the poor little girl would believe it, so he would not get involved in the relationship between the young couple.

Pei Junhuai thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that he saw Alai appear next to his seat one morning. When he walked over, he clenched his fists behind his back and left. Was it that time?

But what’s the point of him having the manuscript? There’s no demo of his accompaniment. Or do you think he will forget his lyrics without the manuscript?

That's kind of stupid.

I don't know why Jiang Yijing's face flashed through Pei Junhuai's mind. If Xiao Lai couldn't get the demo, then Jiang Yijing's chances of getting it would be much greater.

After the demo is completed, the company's tuner will listen to it to see if there are any problems. The company's management also needs a backup.

The relationship between Jiang Yijing and Feng Qian is known to the whole company, so it is not difficult for Jiang Yijing to get the demo, but there are so many people with high lyric writing ability in the company who write songs for him, why should he take his

He is not so narcissistic as to think that his lyrics are so good that Jiang Yijing would risk damaging his reputation to get his song.

It seems that some people don't want to make things easy for him. If it weren't for Nanfeng, he probably wouldn't have thought of this matter. For him, the manuscript is nothing more than a memorial.

What's more, it was an unrevised manuscript, which was just a piece of paper to him.

"Nannan, I think I lost my manuscript once"

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