When an old pervert marries a young workman

Chapter 38

It's really not that Qin Xiangyuan is not rich enough or not powerful enough, the salary he pays Jianghe is almost comparable to that of foreign company executives.

Zhou Li went to talk about it in person, moved him with emotion and made sense, so he had to find someone to help him.

But Jiang He was unmoved, saying that he had signed a five-year contract with Mr. Zhou and could not change jobs halfway.

Zhou Li has been talking sweet words all his life, but he can't impress a stubborn donkey.

Qin Xiangyuan felt pain at the thought of Jiang He.

A five-year contract is nothing, and he tricked Su Yao into signing it for 50 years, but if the little brat is really annoyed and wants to run away, can he keep it?

Su Yao patted Qin Xiangyuan's shoulder, and the little milk voice comforted the old man solemnly: "I know, you are not a god, there are always things you can't do, stop bragging, I won't look down on you."

Qin Xiangyuan didn't know whether to warm his heart or hurt his stomach.

How can a little thing hurt and irritate people when they talk?

Qin Xiangyuan peeked at the delicate side face of his little wife under the flickering lights, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to squeeze it gently.

Su Yao slapped the old man's cheap paw, and said in a low voice, "Be careful of being recorded by the camera."

Qin Xiangyuan had no choice but to withdraw his hand resentfully.

The newcomers on the stage sang well, and from time to time they gave lively winks to the audience.

Qin Xiangyuan inexplicably remembered the scene of Shen Lingxuan and Su Yao singing together on the stage.

Shen Lingxuan is as cold as a fairy, and Su Yao is as ethereal as a demon. The combination of clean and beautiful is just right. Amidst the rustling flowers and stage effects, there is an indescribable ambiguity quietly.

The old man felt uncomfortable.

The performance was very effective. After the show was broadcast, many young girls must have started to feel that Shen Lingxuan and Su Yao were a couple.

As a real husband, he can only live in seclusion behind the scenes, silently working for his little wife, and accepting a bunch of invisible green hats made up by strangers' brains from a distance.

Su Yao didn't know what the old man was being hypocritical about. She thought that what she said just now had hurt Qin Xiangyuan's heart, so she hurriedly comforted Qin Xiangyuan in a low voice: "I'm not a god, I can't do more things than you."

Qin Xiangyuan was so sticky with the domestic kitten that he couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to temporarily let go of the girlish heart that ran out every two days after his old house caught fire, and concentrate on watching the show with his little wife.

Su Yao is a very coaxable cat. If you give him a ball of yarn, he can play until he falls asleep.

Soon, the first episode of "My Singing Voice" will be online.

The public relations department has already been fully prepared, and the program has just aired for half an hour, and the drafts praising Su Yao have already started to spread like viral marketing.

What a kiss from God, what a divine voice.

Even Su Yao's stinky little face after putting on the cat cloak was added with a red face beauty filter, turning it into a new round of emoticons.

When others hate you, you smile is a fake smile.

Once you start to like it, you will be arrogant with a stinky face.

Qin Xiangyuan spent a lot of money and signed the highest-standard marketing package with the navy company. He must seize this opportunity to let Su Yao completely get rid of the image of an empty shell traffic of Internet celebrities.

The famous sand sculpture marketing account that has always ridiculed the entire entertainment industry has also charged a large amount of marketing fees. It has changed its previous mocking face and praised Su Yao as the hardest-working and most capable rookie in the current entertainment industry. He slapped himself in the face very hard.

Shen Lingxuan said that Su Yao's voice is the soul of his music was even cut out, and it was reposted [-] times in the next hour after the collective promotion of the marketing account.

The live chorus version of "Smoke" reverberated in every big supermarket and small restaurant in the business district, killing the charts crazily for a while, and the playback volume on all platforms soared towards the annual crown.

When Su Yao first joined the company, the interview video and the usual dance assessment video also leaked out quietly, so that a large number of new fans who have just fallen into the honeymoon mania have more material to lick the screen, so that they can maintain their enthusiasm for a longer time.

Qin Xiangyuan watched with satisfaction the number of fans on Su Yao's Weibo soaring, and finally felt gratified to see his son's grades gradually improve.

Little Su Yao, who is madly in love with thousands of people, has just finished the math problem set by his old father, dizzy and screaming, wandering out of the study: "I don't want to study science, I can't learn it at all!"

Qin Xiangyuan picked up the complaining kitten and put it on his lap expressionlessly: "If you don't study hard, I will let you go to the construction site and make cement later."

Su Yao: "...Are you scaring the elementary school students?"

Qin Xiangyuan kissed the kitty's smooth forehead: "I'm threatening you."

Su Yao whimpered and stopped talking to the sick old man, and lowered her head to fiddle with Qin Xiangyuan's notebook.

That old pervert was logging into his Weibo account, watching the marketing account blowing rainbow farts.

Seeing the number of fans, Su Yao frowned in disappointment: "Why did it increase so much?"

Qin Xiangyuan said helplessly: "Five million fans a day is not enough?"

Su Yao whispered: "But when I was a small Internet celebrity, I had 2000 million followers, and now I have only gained 500 million followers in one step."

Qin Xiangyuan said: "You used to have 2000 million followers?"

Su Yao nodded seriously: "Yeah!"

Qin Xiangyuan said calmly: "I bought you 2000 zombie fans, the kind that you can't keep track of for a long time, likes, comments, and reading volume. Do you think you are the chosen one, acting in a small drama that breaks the Internet?" 6000 million followers? Lin Tianqing only has [-] million followers."

Su Yao: "..."

The kitten's proud face slowly shattered.

2000 million... Of the 2000 million fans he is proud of, Qin Xiangyuan monopolizes [-]...

Su Yao was hit hard, looking at the number of fans who were still going up in dismay, pointing at the number of 600 fans on the screen with trembling fingers: "You...you...really bought one Six million?"

Qin Xiangyuan: "I'm a big customer, and the navy company gave you an extra 30 yuan. It's said that it's a junior account, and it may have been cleared."

Su Yao hugged her little head like a collapse.

What the hell do these rich people want to do! ! ! !

One thousand sixteen... 30...

It also includes reposting likes and comments.

No wonder he always felt that the fans in the hot comments were like zombie accounts.

It's not that he thinks, it's just a bunch of zombie numbers!

Qin Xiangyuan was a little panicked, and he stroked the little head in his arms to comfort him: "Don't all newcomers buy some fans, it looks good."

Su Yao rubbed her messy hair pitifully: "So I don't have fans at all, right? It's all bought by you, refilling the number of people, posting likes and comments. They don't really like me at all... I don't have fans at all ..."

Qin Xiangyuan looked at the pitiful little kitten in his arms who was so wronged that he was about to cry, and a sense of guilt welled up in his heart. He hugged the wronged little thing tightly and said, "Yes, I am your big fan. It can be worth [-]."

Su Yaoyan poked at Qin Xiangyuan's notebook and checked Weibo. The number of fans increased so fast that he had no time to see what their names were, so he simply sorted by the number of fans and started to see which big v's there were.

What if there is a big guy who writes lyrics and composes and really pays attention to him?

Su Yao didn't see the longing boss, but was shocked to see Shen Lingxuan paying attention to him.

Su Yao ordered to return to the customs by accident.

Soon, Shen Lingxuan sent a private message: "How is your throat?"

Su Yao was still awkward towards Shen Lingxuan, grateful and adoring and full of jealousy, he poked Qin Xiangyuan's chin angrily: "Hey, your ex-boyfriend is looking for me."

Qin Xiangyuan: "......"

This little thing is really getting more and more arrogant?

Qin Xiangyuan poked Su Yao's bulging stomach, and replied for Su Yao with a gloomy expression: "It's still recuperating, and I won't be able to sing in a short time."

After the message showed that it had been read, Shen Lingxuan was silent for a long time before replying: "Su Yao, when you don't need Qin Xiangyuan to make decisions for you, let's talk about cooperation."

Su Yao's status in the entertainment industry rose to the sky overnight, and Shen Lingxuan also gained a lot.

He doesn't care much about fame and income, but fame and resources affirm the value of his music to a certain extent.

When Shen Lingxuan went abroad, it was not just to avoid the complicated entanglement with Qin Xiangyuan, but more because he felt the sign that his inspiration was exhausted.

During these years in Hollywood, he devoted himself to studying with Hollywood music masters and slowly adjusted his mentality until a melody that haunted him rang out in his dream.

Shen Lingxuan finally found her former self.

"Smoke" is his first song to return to the Chinese music scene, and it is also his first step to face his own life again.

Fortunately, he met someone who can help his music to be more perfect.

Shen Lingxuan leaned against the piano and quietly closed Weibo.

Lin Tianqing celebrated with him behind him holding a wine glass: "Brother Shen, I understand why you have to protect Su Yao. His talent in singing is unrivaled."

Shen Lingxuan said, "So, have you given up?"

Lin Tianqing smiled: "Brother Shen, Su Yao and I didn't have any enmity at first, it's just that we don't share our temper."

Holding the tea, Shen Lingxuan lightly clinked glasses with Lin Tianqing: "Tianqing, you and I already have enough."

People who are too greedy will count everything they already have to fate sooner or later.

Shen Lingxuan is not greedy, whether it is Qin Xiangyuan or Su Yao, he is not too passionately attached.

The popularity of the live version of "Smoke" swept the entire Spring Festival, and the song was sung in the streets and alleys. The classmates in the school joked and sent Su Yao a message: "Listening to you singing this song every day, the parrots in the classroom will hum. "

Su Yao became dull and shy, and angrily stopped humming the tune of "Smoke" at home.

Spring is coming slowly.

Su Yao is about to take the college entrance examination.

But the more troublesome thing is that he is about to give birth.

His chubby stomach couldn't even be covered by the baggy school uniform, and he was afraid of being photographed by reporters, so he didn't even dare to leave the door. Qin Xiangyuan went to the school to get the papers for him to do for several exams, and then let him Tutors mark and mark.

Su Yao didn't even dare to see her tutor. Every class was a video call, only the part above her chest was exposed, and her stomach was tightly covered with a big blanket.

Qin Xiangyuan stood at the door and looked at the kitten who was nervous for fear of being discovered that he was pregnant, and couldn't help being amused to laugh out loud.

Surprised, Su Yao subconsciously turned off the video, blushing and glaring at the old man angrily: "Why are you laughing? You didn't do it!"