Why can't the lead singer control himself

In the evening, Zheng Hao's parents arrived on time again with nutritious meals.

Zheng Jing has a job at home, so he went back the afternoon of the previous day.

The rest, Liang Suqin, kept muttering about her worries and insisted on staying until Zheng Hao was discharged from the hospital before she would leave.

But his father, Zheng Xinmin, said that his son was in vain and worried about nothing, but roots had grown under his feet, and he stayed with Liang Suqin for several days, and had no intention of leaving at all.

Zheng Hao inherited this from his father. He said he thought they were annoying, but he was secretly happy in his heart, and he ordered food with his mother every day. One day he would drink chicken soup with mushrooms, and the next day he would eat steamed sea bass. Even Wan Jingjing's share must be claimed back.

As for Wan Jingjing, he even achieved full marks for the attitude of a prospective son-in-law.

Except for cooking, the elders are not allowed to do anything else, and the basic necessities of life are clearly arranged for the whole family.

Liang Suqin stepped over that hurdle, looking at Wan Jingjing, she couldn't find anything wrong with it.Zheng Hao mentioned the matter of his mother's absence, and Liang Suqin's heart softened after learning about it, and the tone of her conversation with Wan Jingjing unconsciously carried a bit of an elder's attitude.

Seeing that he was busy on the phone, he started to chatter a few words.

"Xiao Jing, let's finish eating before going to work. Work is endless, so it's more important to eat on time."

"Mom, don't worry about him, let him finish beating quickly, otherwise no one will be able to eat this meal well."

Zheng Hao sat on the bed and yelled, afraid that Wan Jingjing would finish the call after all this hard work and put down the phone call to Qin Dongwen once Wan Jingjing was obedient.

He was not afraid of missing a meal, but he was afraid that Wan Jingjing would miss a chance to start over.

Liang Suqin also worked hard in the shopping mall, but she couldn't help but say something, and let it go.

It's just that when he walked back, he slapped away a piece of rib that Zheng Hao had just picked up: "You are not allowed to eat until all the people are here, what does it look like?"

Zheng Hao thought to himself that no one has taught me these things since I was a child, and I am almost 30, so if you think about it, take care of me.

But he didn't dare to say that, seeing his father didn't move his chopsticks, and said cheaply:

"What's the matter? I'm still sick.

Besides... You and my dad have lived through this life, has there never been a case of who eats first? "

Zheng Xinmin glared at him, knowing what kind of detour he was trying to make, so he just didn't answer.

Liang Suqin was still pretending to be something, she was thinking about the life of the two men, and she didn't know how rough it would be to meet someone like her own son.

Taking advantage of Wan Jingjing's absence, he looked at Zheng Hao with a little disgust, sat down and said to him: "I think Xiao Jing is very thoughtful, you, don't take everything to heart, pay attention to small things, You can't always let others accommodate you, you still have to take care of each other."

Zheng Hao was so happy that his eyes were bent into an arc, and he pursed his mouth to hold back his smile.

He hurriedly acted obediently: "Obey, Mom, I'll go to work with him right now and guard him silently."

After speaking, he got out of bed and slipped into the corridor.

Wan Jingjing leaned against the entrance of the corridor, smiling and chatting on the phone, it seemed that he was still in the stage of thanking him.

Zheng Hao stood two or three meters away, not wanting to eavesdrop.

He gestured to Wan Jingjing a baseball throwing action, which he often played on the stage, with one leg bent up to his chest, pretending to hold a ball with both hands, and then kicking his leg to throw it out.

The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, with a heroic and heroic posture.

Every time, the fans in the audience will cooperate extraordinarily and jump up to catch the ball together.

But this time the audience I encountered was rather indifferent, and they subconsciously covered their foreheads, where there was a scar from being pitted.

Zheng Hao laughed, and stood there without embarrassment, and then saw Wan Jingjing walking straight to him while continuing to answer the phone.

On the phone, Qin Dongwen's voice happened to be heard by Zheng Hao.

"Xiao Jing, you don't have to think too much, I didn't do this to sell your favor."

Qin Dongwen probably didn't like to listen to politeness, so he said bluntly:

"I have my own principles, and it's not just a matter of yours."

"Well, I know," Wan Jingjing responded with a smile.

He raised his hand, stroked the white gauze wrapped on Zheng Hao's head, moved his Adam's apple, and said to the phone, "Brother, I'm just afraid of affecting..."

Qin Dongwen interrupted him directly: "No, no, I know what you want to say."

He continued: "I have been in this industry for so many years, and I didn't want to do things that are in the limelight.

Coming out on the show, making high-profile publicity, and even expanding the studio are all for the betterment of this circle and to spread a clean land for everyone.

Otherwise, no matter how high my own achievements are, it would be meaningless in such an environment. "

"I'm not afraid of offending people," Qin Dongwen said,

"If I am afraid of offending people, then this industry will never get better."

Zheng Hao listened quietly, raised his head and looked at Wan Jingjing, the two didn't speak, but they could see the touch in each other's eyes.

He made an applause gesture towards Wan Jingjing.

Wan Jingjing laughed silently, then suppressed his smile, and said to Qin Dongwen in a deep voice, "Brother, I understand what you mean."

Probably Qin Dongwen also felt a little serious, but he was not very good at adjusting the atmosphere, so he just smiled: "Don't talk about this, Xiao Jing, I have always said these great principles, I am afraid you young people will think it is preaching, but when it comes to this... ..."

He changed the topic, and finally talked about the topic that Zheng Hao was looking forward to most——

"I want you to come because there is indeed a higher sustenance. If you can understand, I still hope you will think about it again."

Zheng Hao's eyes lit up, and he reached out to poke Wan Jingjing's arm, but someone grabbed him.

Wan Jingjing didn't need him to urge him anymore. Before that, he had already thought about what to say:

"Brother, I can only do behind-the-scenes work at the moment, I don't know how to be an artist, nor can I be a musician."

"No problem," Qin Dongwen agreed without hesitation.

"It can be regarded as a condition for me, I will listen to see what else."

Wan Jingjing laughed, and continued, "I may not be able to accept commercially customized creations."

"Well, I didn't intend to let you do this kind of assembly line work, just make less money."

"The copyright belongs to me, and I need to have the right to specify the performance right."

"Of course", Qin Dongwen smiled: "I never do anything about the overlord's clause. The recording and distribution rights belong to the company."

"I mean……"

Wan Jingjing looked at Zheng Hao.

"I hope that my work, the summer ice powder band has the right to perform."

Zheng Hao was dumbfounded, why did he suddenly feel like being taken care of?

Qin Dongwen laughed twice, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Xiao Jing, this Battery, someday I really need to get to know it better."

"He also wants to know you very much," Wan Jingjing said with a smile.

Closer to home, Qin Dongwen said in a business-like manner: "But I can't guarantee it, it depends on the wishes of other members of each creative team, but I promise you that the company will not interfere with your performance authorization."

"Understood, thank you senior brother", Wan Jingjing accepted it as soon as he saw it, he didn't intend to let them sing all the songs, and Zheng Hao himself would not agree.

He just wants to save a special case for him, and there will always be such an opportunity-the songs he writes, if he likes, he can sing them at any time.

But Zheng Hao didn't realize the romance in it.

He was winking and gesticulating at Wan Jingjing.

"What?" Wan Jingjing held the phone in one hand and frowned at Zheng Hao.

"Gong—zi—" Zheng Hao opened his mouth wide and said silently to him.

Wan Jingjing still watched his performance with a puzzled face.

"salary--"

Zheng Hao repeated it again, this time he made a little noise.

"Brother, please wait a moment," Wan Jingjing said into the phone, and then continued to look at Zheng Hao...

Zheng Hao didn't expect the two of them to have such a lack of understanding, so he was anxious and said directly: "Ask about the salary."

However, just as he was speaking, Wan Jingjing pointed the phone at Zheng Hao with sharp eyesight and quick hands.

Qin Dongwen on the other end coughed several times: "Is this Battery?"

Zheng Hao's old face was hot, and he was embarrassed and annoyed for a while, looking at Wan Jingjing with the expression on his face, he didn't know what to say.

"Ah, yes, Teacher Qin is me, that, I just passed by."

Qin Dongwen went straight to the point: "I've talked to Xiao Jing about the salary. I don't have a fixed salary here. If he comes, he will be at the same level as me."

"Hey, haha, thank you, Teacher Qin, for your appreciation. Uh... If you need it in the future, our band will perform for free."

Zheng Hao's mind was creaking, and he finally thought of something to make amends.

Qin Dongwen didn't bother with him, and simply said that he would ask the two of them to meet together next time, and then discuss the details.

Zheng Hao finished answering, and waited until the phone hung up.

Only then did he feel that he was completely played.

Who is Wan Jingjing? How many years has he been an agent.

What kind of heart do I have to worry about salary for him.

Even if his daughter-in-law is sold, Wan Jingjing will remember to ask about the tax point, and he will not be fooled at all.

More importantly, Zheng Hao looked angrily at Wan Jingjing who was suppressing a smile:

"You have already thought about going to Qin Dongwen's company, right?"

"I didn't think about it, I just thought about it for a long time." Wan Jingjing answered honestly this time.

"But you have already made up your mind, and there is no entanglement at all." Zheng Hao said firmly.

Wan Jingjing couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch Zheng Hao's hair, but he avoided it.

"I've decided 99% of the time, but I want to listen to your advice and encourage me a little more, isn't that okay?"

Still selling badly?Still acting like a baby?

Zheng Hao was fooled so badly that he didn't want to bring shame on himself any more.

He shook hands and went back to the ward, sat down at the dining table and ate with chopsticks, completely forgetting Liang Suqin's earnest teachings.

It made his parents a little confused.

Liang Suqin immediately muttered: "What's wrong with you? What about Xiao Jing? Ask him to come and eat together."

"Don't wait for him, why wait for him? What does he need you to worry about?" Zheng Hao pointed at Sang and scolded Huai.

Wan Jingjing walked back slowly at this time.

As soon as he entered the room, his expression changed from a muffled laugh to a really dull one.

Liang Suqin, with a clear look, called Wan Jingjing to sit over, and then pulled Zheng Hao and said, "Give me a place, don't you occupy the edge of this bed alone."

Zheng Hao didn't move, just bowed his head to eat.

"No need, Auntie, he doesn't want to be next to me, I'll just sit here." Wan Jingjing moved a low stool over and squeezed to one side to sit down.

This time even Zheng Xinmin couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped Zheng Hao's thigh: "Your mother doesn't listen anymore? Who are you throwing face at? Such an adult, he will play his temper."

"Uncle is fine, blame me, I joked too much."

Wan Jingjing continued to be good.

"Are you kidding?" Zheng Hao raised his head sharply.

He couldn't tell what Wan Jingjing said wrong, but he just felt something was wrong, and he was dumbfounded.

Sure enough, the next second Zheng Xinmin's face became serious, and he slapped Zheng Hao again.

"I get angry when I'm joking, and I don't care about anything when I'm angry. I have been used to this since I was a child, and I will bully others."

Zheng Hao felt that his heart was worse on the spot.

He clutched his chest: "Dad, I have myocarditis, can you help him stop being angry with me?"

Liang Suqin hurried out to smooth things over: "Let's not talk about it, let's eat first, and don't be angry with anyone."

Zheng Hao exhaled through his nose, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

then.

Liang Suqin handed Wan Jingjing a pair of chopsticks, and whispered, "Don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Zheng Hao was furious:

"Mom! It's only been a few days, do you still know who your real son is!!!"

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