Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1158 The singer's ex-boyfriend is a cat (38)

  Ou Jinmo closed his eyes, Bai Weiwei's red eye sockets last night repeatedly appeared in his mind.

   And she looked like she was about to cry with worry.

   Some unbearable emotions surged in his heart.

  I can’t explain what it is, but I have a very clear feeling.

  He didn't want to see her so uncomfortable.

   A ding message came from the phone.

  Ou Jinmo looked at the phone coldly, and when he opened it, he saw the score that Jiang Rou had sent him.

   He didn't bother to smile after watching half of it, and a sharp anger appeared in his indifferent eyes.

  In the score of the final song, even the climax note was wrong by three.

   Not to mention the few incomplete scores.

  For such a complete song, from the first note to the finished song, I don’t know how many processes are needed.

   Just a few temporarily forged papers are definitely not enough.

   Of course, it is not ruled out that within five minutes, a genius who can compose a song at will.

  But Jiang Rou is obviously not that kind of person.

  That song, she didn't write it herself.

   Then Bai Weiwei wrote it herself.

  The song Bai Weiwei wrote later was a little more mature than this light love.

  The style is also more fresh and beautiful.

  She has been improving all the time, as long as she is given a stage and a chance to make her debut, then she will definitely become famous.

  Ou Jinmo pursed his thin lips and said softly, "This time, no one should block your chance to debut."

  This is...his repayment.

  Ou Jinmo wasn't sure what to think, it was to repay his kindness, right?

  Ou Jinmo had a fan meeting today, he laughed until his face froze.

  The signature also hurts when signing in.

   Finally got out, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

  He was still thinking about what happened to the cat in Bai Weiwei's hand.

  But it must be very abrupt to make a phone call.

   And he thought that Bai Weiwei was still eating instant noodles, and he didn't know if she had the cat's medical expenses.

   If not, does she need to borrow it?

  Ou Jinmo drove the car, hesitated for a moment, and actually drove downstairs to Bai Weiwei's.

  I saw her rented house with bright lights.

  He knew she was there.

  Ou Jinmo got out of the car, wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat.

  Basically fully armed.

   Otherwise, it would be troublesome to be recognized.

  He leaned against the side of the car, wandered around a few times, and finally found an excuse.

  Ou Jinmo immediately quickened his pace and rushed towards her door.

  He looked around, but there was no one.

   Afraid that Bai Weiwei would treat him as a gangster or something, she refused to open the door.

  He took off the mask and sunglasses, took a deep breath, and didn't know why he was nervous, then raised his hand and knocked on the door without the doorbell.

  The door did not open.

  Ou Jinmo was not discouraged and continued to knock on the door.

  Finally, the door opened a gap, the chain behind the door was not untied, and a pair of eyes cautiously poked out from behind the door.

  Clarified and beautiful, almond-shaped, the inside is as attractive as if it is full of broken light.

  Bai Weiwei seemed a little surprised, she frowned.

   "European ink?"

  Ou Jinmo clenched his fingers unnaturally, and he instinctively showed a harmless angelic smile.

   "Bai Weiwei, I'm here to inform you that you have passed the primary selection of good songs, and you will be on TV in three days."

  Bai Weiwei was silent for a while, and then said indifferently: "Thank you for notifying me, in fact, you can make a phone call."

  Ou Jinmo felt that his palms were sweating.

  Minmingly faced the scene of a chorus of 100,000 people, he was so excited that he didn't feel nervous at all.

  But why are you nervous when facing Bai Weiwei?

  His Adam's apple moved up and down, and then he said cheekily: "Can I go in? I need to tell you in detail about the process of that good song."

  (end of this chapter)