my sister is a supermodel

"Justin, I'm sorry!"

Christina hurried to catch up and said, "I didn't mean to spoil your good deeds, I just wanted to embarrass Rocca, I didn't expect him to have a new song"

"You mean you just go up and yell and the guy actually comes out with a new song?"

Justin frowned.

"Emmm~ it seems to be!"

Christina lowered her head and twirled her fingers.

"you~"

Justin pointed at her, and left the villa with a wave of his hand.

"Hmph! Want to get back together? Did you ask me?"

After a while, Christina slowly raised her head, with a sly smile on her lips.

Turning her head, she saw Britney walking up to Rocca in the middle of the grass and singing with him, sweetly.

"Dog men and women!"

Christina shook her fist angrily. She didn't want to help Rocca. She killed two birds with one stone, but she didn't expect that guy to be so talented, and he came up with new songs as soon as he heard them.

"Bastard, I will never take advantage of you!"

Will you still love me

When I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me

When I got nothing but my aching soul?

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reading room

202. Don't swim in cold water at night

(The previous chapter has been changed, adding a thousand words. Some people feel that the writing is embarrassing. It is a problem of my lack of writing. What I think in my heart is different from what I wrote, so I like to change the text, sorry!)

...

And Bel Air now, Hot summer nights, mid July

Midsummer night is boundless, July is young

When you and I were forever wild

You and I are young and frivolous, not afraid of the long years

The crazy days, city lights

Indulge in time, the lights are on

At night, on the Pacific West Coast Highway, a BMW drove to Malibu District 17 with its high beams on, piercing through the night.

Fanny, the co-pilot, raised her short legs and hummed "Young and Beautiful" softly.

"Uncle Roca, this song is so well written, it's so appropriate for the occasion, it's midsummer in July, we're young and wild, we indulge in time, Uncle Roca, didn't you write this song just now?"

asked Fanny, blinking her bright eyes.

The old driver Roca shrugged his shoulders, "Yes, writing a song is not difficult. When the inspiration comes, it is a good song casually."

Fanny rolled her eyes, casually a good song, is this what people say?

"Uncle Roca, Mr. Matrix said just now that if your voice is better, you can also become an excellent singer. It's a pity."

Fanny strummed a guitar, a signature guitar given to her by The Matrix, a famous music producer, who thought she had great potential.

Roca shook his head. His voice was not like this at all. He just practiced football since he was a child. He kept yelling on the field and broke his voice. He never thought about becoming a singer, and he didn't think it was a pity.

"How about your new song, Fanny?"

Hearing this question, Fanny immediately drooped her eyebrows.

"The Matrix said that my songs are not mature enough, he wants me to write more, if I have time, I can go to his music studio to practice and learn from him"

"That's great, why aren't you happy?"

Roca wondered.

Fanny glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "But The Matrix's music studio is in Los Angeles, and my home is in New York."

"What is there to worry about? You can live in my house when you come to Los Angeles. You can come during spring break, winter and summer vacation, and weekends."

"Is it really possible?"

Fanny stared at him with wide eyes.

"Of course, you are so small and my house is so big, I will put you down anywhere"

"That's not it, I'm not young at all!"

Fanny suddenly pulled up the hem of her T-shirt and said.

"Don't make trouble!"

Rocca waved his hands, "Fanny, you know some high-level people in the music industry, you don't lack opportunities, what you lack now is accumulation, so there is no need to use those eye-catching methods, too exposed in nightclubs will very dangerous"

"Uncle Roca, don't worry, I will pay attention to it"

Fanny said seriously.

"All right!"

Roca didn't want to be too wordy, everyone has his own choice, he did what a friend can do, and he has a clear conscience.

The car shuttles through the night, the right ear is the sound of the sea breeze and the surge of the tide, and the left ear is Fanny's singing and the melodious guitar.

Tapping the steering wheel lightly, he returned from Beverly Hills to the Big Pear Tree in Malibu.

......

"Eat it!"