The fast-traveling host is a squeamish bag

Chapter 101
In the evening, He Juncheng has been busy in the study.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a melodious piano sound, followed by a girl's pure singing.

He, who wanted to be angry when he heard the noise, suddenly froze there.

I don't know why listening to this song, I always feel that he seems to have experienced the scene in it.

It seems that he really had a sweet and sour campus life.

But it is impossible.

He went to either an aristocratic school or a foreign elite education, and any campus love was bullshit to him.

As soon as he saw the faces of those women who were cheating on him, he felt like he had eaten shit.

Of course, he also suspected that he might be sick.

However, after various inspections, there was nothing wrong with him at all.

He thinks it may be because of the natural mental type, it is absolutely impossible to be controlled by that kind of dopamine.

The music was still going on, and He Juncheng felt sore in his heart.

He immediately opened the door, wanting to know who was so devoid of public morality, and played the song so loudly.

As soon as the door opened, the music got louder.

The girl's voice made his heart beat faster.

There are all kinds of sourness, and he even has a feeling of wanting to cry.

He Juncheng's face suddenly looked bad.

He was actually bewitched by an inexplicable song.

"Juncheng, you're here. Come and listen to this song, this is the good seedling I told you about."

"How will you be here?"

He Juncheng looked at An Huan who appeared at his house.

He said that his servants didn't have the guts to make their voices so loud.

If it weren't for the [-] meters radius, his family would be the only one.

His family is about to be sued.

"That's not the point. The point is, do you have any opinion on her song?"

He Juncheng heard the song that made him uncomfortable, and suddenly said: "I have no opinion, she said that she wrote the song, she wrote it, I think she asked for a ghostwriter...she..."

He Juncheng glanced at the TV inadvertently. At the same time, Qiao Xiaobao looked up from the piano on the phone, with wet tears hanging on his face. Although it was not beautiful, it made He Juncheng feel his heart throbbing.

Apparently it was the first time in his life that he had felt this way.

Obviously her temperament is so similar to Chu Ling, he should hate her, but he doesn't hate her at all, and even feels a little nervous and distressed.

"You are right. Even if she is very familiar with the song, some things can still be faked. I will go and investigate first."

After being reminded by He Juncheng, An Huan also thought of this dirty entertainment circle.

"There's no need to check. The song is well written, sung well, and she's also pretty. She is indeed a good seed. The task of recruiting her to Shihuang will be entrusted to you."

"Ah?" An Huan asked in confusion, "It's just that she belongs to a small studio. If she is recruited here, she may have to pay a liquidated damages."

"It's okay. For talented people, I don't care about this small amount of money. I will personally pay the liquidated damages."

He Juncheng never took his eyes off the screen.

Although he was communicating with An Huan, most of his ears were immersed in this song.

"Um. How about we check it out first."

"You don't need to check, you go. Sign her to the company. By the way, remember to give her the best treatment. Just sign her an S-level artist contract."

"Ah? But..."

"No need, but I have the final say on the company. Hurry up and go." He Juncheng urged.

"alright."

Who made the company belong to He Juncheng? Of course it was him who had the final say.

However, the highest level of their company so far this year has only been A-level contracts, and S-level contracts are even rarer. Even Chu Ling only signed a C-level contract.

What exactly does He Juncheng mean?
Could it be that he fell in love with the little girl?
It should be impossible.

It's not the first day he knew him, maybe it's really a pity.

"Why don't you leave? What if she is signed by another company?" He Juncheng's plain appearance hides an impatience.

"Don't worry, I still have a good seed here."

An Huan prepares to cut the song.

What he wants to play is the girl who participated in the original music competition and has now entered the finals and is very likely to win the championship.

The girl looks ordinary, but has a good voice.

The focus is on her original songs, which can be said to be classics.

It is so popular that people will never get tired of listening to it for a long time.

"Not interested. You can figure out what to do with the others." He Juncheng couldn't take his eyes off Qiao Xiaobao on TV.

He has no interest in other people's affairs at all.

"Okay, I'll go now."

He Juncheng gave him a satisfied look.

After An Huan left, He Juncheng was planning to listen to the song carefully, after all An Huan had been nagging in his ears just now.

It was hard to listen to the song quietly for a while.

However, when he just calmed down.

What he saw was the scene where Qiao Xiaobao left and Chu Ling appeared.

Immediately, his complexion can be described as mixed.

Fortunately, the TV also has a playback function.

He Juncheng watched it for two days in the middle of the night, and suddenly realized that he still had a lot of work to do.

This is the first time he has been passive.

In the end he simply washed up and went to sleep.

After all, work is never done.

Still watching TV is the most important thing.

As for Chu Ling at the Japanese restaurant, she waited until midnight under the contemptuous eyes of the shop assistants.

Although she was so angry that she wanted to smash her phone, but she felt that she must not think wildly until she got the truth.

Just like in her previous life, the other party did so much for her, but she didn't feel it at all, and even thought that the other party was hostile to her.

Otherwise they would not have missed it for the rest of their lives.

So this time, she won't misunderstand her again.

(End of this chapter)