Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp

The coffin looked at the phone. "Sorry, it's too late."

Shen Bingyan immediately talked about the key points. "I heard that you know the bosses of many record companies?"

"how?"

"Can you do my Bole and help me introduce one or two?"

The coffin took the coffee, just like the way to leave, but now it is not too slow to taste the coffee.

Shen Bingzhen feels that he has lowered his posture. Should she promise?

Through the coffee cup, the coffin saw her look of anticipation. She used to be too light-hearted, thinking that even if she entered a good record company, it would not be a big fire.

The fact is that she fired all over the country in two years. What made her most resentful was that she relied on her own original songs and finally took a bite and took a nap.

She likes to watch the vehicles and pedestrians coming and going on the street while she is having a coffee. When she comes to the inspiration, she will handwritten the lyrics and add tunes after returning home. It is just a hobby.

However, when Shen Bingyu knew it, he sold it in front of himself and sought glory. When he was soft, he promised to use his work for her.

However, when the theme song of a TV series needs her to sing, it is because of a copyright.

"The coffin goes to death, cursing your family!"

"The coffin is shameless, actually copying the songs of my family, and it is a bit of a disgusting thing to insist on what you wrote yourself."

"Do you want to buy a watch? Do you want me to send you a piece?"

"You have been hiding since you have the ability."

auzw.com "The Ching Ming Festival is here, do you want to get together and burn paper for the coffin?"

When I think of those comments, the heart of the coffin becomes more and more uncomfortable. The water in the entertainment circle has never been shallow.

... "Do you know what I hate most?"

Shen Bing’s temple suddenly leaps, “I don’t know.”

The coffin put down the coffee cup and looked straight into her eyes. "I hate the person who hates the heart. Do you hate me obviously in your heart? You have to make a look of pleasing, it is really hard for you, listen to Ou Mengxue." You used to be a man and let your three small followers put me in the toilet? Is that correct?"

She pointed her finger at Ou Mengxue.

Shen Bing's heartbeat suddenly stagnate, Ou Mengxue, a monk, a set of behind the surface, originally thought that they could talk to each other, did not expect to be a swearing man.

The corners of the eyes are slightly twitching, and the thin lines are faintly revealed.

"Ling, you misunderstood, not like that. I used to like Jia Yang, but that was not what I instructed. I don't know what they will do."

Seeing the coffin, she immediately got up and summoned Su Qi.

Bai Lu lowered his head and stood without a word.

Su Qi actually generously apologized to her. "Ling, it used to be bad for us. We just wanted to export the hail. There is no other malice. This thing is done by ourselves and has nothing to do with hail."

Jiang Xiaoxue shed tears, as if he had suffered a lot of grievances, "I'm sorry."

The coffin was upset by her crying, and she was embarrassed and embarrassed.

Shen Bingyan gave Bai Lu a look, and Bai Lu was reluctant to speak. "I'm sorry."

I heard the apologies of the three of them, and the pain in the heart of the coffin came to my heart, and my face was cold. "If a ‘I’m sorry’ is useful, will I continue to sit here?”