My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Song Wang didn't understand that he had clearly rejected the other party's invitation to meet, but he still found his own home, which made him a little bit dumbfounded. It must be said that he had a deep obsession.

Terrible too.

What he couldn't quite understand was why Ke Yanze always knew all kinds of people.I also know this Internet writer, and it seems a little too familiar.

Maybe this is the world of the rich.

Song Wang shook his head and shook these thoughts out of his head, only then did he remember something he hadn't done just now.

Turning his gaze back to the small schoolbag on the sofa, Song Wang hesitated for a moment, then went to pick it up again.

Just take a look, there will be no problem.

If at the beginning he just wanted to wash Ke Yanze's schoolbag with good intentions, then now, he really has some desire to find out.

The first time I did something like this, I felt somewhat uneasy.

He swallowed, silently comforting himself that he just took a look and did nothing, and took out the crumpled paper with his hand.

At first he didn't dare to look at it, until he took several deep breaths, he put the piece of paper in front of his eyes and looked at it seriously.

Those strings of notes, although different from the one Ke Yanze gave him, can still be seen to be roughly the same, only a little more perfect.

Because I often take it out for observation and research, Song Wang will never admit his mistake when he sees the familiar font, isn't it written by the same person?

But why did Ke Yanze give him this manuscript, which is said to be a manuscript from one of his friends, but the first draft of it is in Ke Yanze's schoolbag?

If it was said that his friend handed it to him, Song Wang felt that this reason could not convince him, and I am afraid that there is no such boring person in the world.

There is probably only one result that can be explained...

It seems that there is something behind the mist, and he only needs to stretch out his hand to know the truth.

The heartbeat accelerated inexplicably at this moment.

Song Wang was obviously taken aback by his own idea, and instinctively didn't want to believe it, but as soon as he got in touch with the opportunity to sing the theme song of "Light of the Sky" that he had suddenly obtained like a heavenly encounter, everything seemed to make sense explanation of.

What Zheng Yi was talking about was the mysterious composer, the one who recommended me to sing the theme song together, and the author who said he wanted to see him at all times. I want to sleep. I came to visit unexpectedly today, and I still look familiar with Ke Yanze. The appearance was enough to make Song Wang suspicious.

If Ke Yanze is the composer who recommended himself with "I want to sleep", then it is obviously a very good reason.

According to this, Ke Yanze may be Z, the one who wrote songs for himself.

I have a headache.

Song Wang rubbed the center of his brows, not understanding how things turned into such a situation that even he didn't understand.

Although he wanted to ask clearly what was going on, but Song Wang felt that since the other party didn't want to tell, and kept it a secret until now, he flipped through his things at will, and asked so hastily. It's a bit bad.

Song Wang said that the balls of paper had been put back to their original positions, and just as he was about to put the small schoolbag back on the sofa, Ke Yanze just walked in.

The latter saw the schoolbag in his hand at a glance, and paused slightly when he stepped in.