Take a good cub to set up a daughter-in-law

"Oh, what are you talking about? It's all over, and it's me who should apologize. You don't have to say I'm sorry, you have to know it well? If Zhuo Yichen and the others bully you, just tell me, and I will definitely kill them Family." Mu Hanxuan said these words like an older brother, as if he was complaining.

"Don't worry, are we reconciled?" Qin Yaran suddenly smiled, her face was still gloomy just now, worrying that she didn't know how to deal with the matter between herself and Mu Hanxuan, when she heard Mu Hanxuan like this As soon as I said it, I seemed to have put down a stone in my heart.

"Reconciliation, definitely reconciliation, I can't bear to lose such a good sister." Mu Hanxuan pretended to say these words in a relaxed tone.

"Mom! What are you doing! Come up and go swimming with me, okay?" Zhuo Ziyang climbed up to the balcony on the second floor and shouted at Qin Yaran.

"Well, then I have something to do, we have time to have dinner together." Qin Yaran hung up the phone with a smile when she heard Zhuo Ziyang's voice.

"Mmm..." Mu Hanxuan slowly put down the phone, the relaxed look just now disappeared, there is no way, even if he likes this, he still wants Qin Yaran to be happy.

"Yangyang, don't lie on the balcony! Threat, mom will go up." Qin Yaran looked up at Zhuo Ziyang, blocking the sun with her hands.

"Dad, it's done. Mom is here." Zhuo Ziyang said to Zhuo Yichen who was sitting inside.

"You're a big kid." Zhuo Yichen touched his watch, got up and left.

When Zhuo Yichen heard that Qin Yaran was on the phone with Mu Hanxuan, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he asked Zhuo Ziyang to call her up.

"Boss, this is the manuscript you just handed in. Let's see if you like it." A Yuan held a bunch of documents, but only took some materials out of them and gave them to Qin Yaran.

"Those are all manuscripts?" Qin Yaran looked at the documents in A Yuan's arms.

"Yeah, we went through a round of review first, and we gave it to you when we thought it was passable. The quality handed in this year is really not good." A Yuan looked at the document in her hand with disgust.

"Okay, let's extend the time a little longer, just a few copies are definitely not enough." Qin Yaran flipped through the manuscripts on the table.

"But, it's not fair." A Yuan worried that if the time was extended, it would be unfair to the contestants who had submitted their manuscripts earlier, because they had a short time to create.

"That's right, it's okay, let's do this first, you go out first." Qin Yaran's head was a little big, and she turned her pen.

Qin Yaran's studio held an online submission event, and those who liked the top [-] would have the opportunity to interview in the studio, but the works of the top [-] were mediocre, and Qin Yaran was annoyed by this matter.

"Mr. Qin, there are a group of people in the music club of my university who also have the ability to compose, because that time period happened to be stuck in the review week and exam week, and they didn't have time to participate in this activity." Wen Huanyang begged.

"No, we have our own rules." Qin Yaran flatly refused.

"Mr. Qin, I know that I have a work by someone in my hand. Please take a look." Wen Huanyang put down the work and looked at Qin Yaran with sincere eyes.

Qin Yaran leaned on the chair, took Wen Huanyang's work, and read it slowly. The score inside was very bold, the lyrics were very passionate, and there was a kind of arrogance that did not belong to their age. Qin Yaran admired this kind of music very much, but the rules That's the rule.

"The song is very attractive, and your classmate's creative talent can be explosive, but you know it." Qin Yaran reluctantly handed the manuscript back.

"Really, Teacher Qin! Thank you! It's okay, I understand, you take the manuscript, I'm leaving." Wen Huanyang thanked Qin Yaran politely, and left.

Qin Yaran supported her head and turned over the work, thinking about something on the table.

"Brother, how about my work?"

"Teacher Qin agrees with your work! Don't be discouraged, your ability is good, even here there are regulations here, if it exceeds the time, it will exceed the time."

"Okay, it's okay, just accept it!"

"Yes, it doesn't matter, we are still young and have a lot of opportunities." Wen Huanyang put his arm on the thin, gentle boy Xu Yier with glasses, and left.

"A Yuan, come in to my office." Qin Yaran called A Yuan.

"Boss, what's the matter?" A Yuan looked at the manuscript in Qin Yaran's hand.

"Bring the work to Mu Hanxuan, and ask him if he is interested in this." Qin Yaran handed the work just now to Qin Yaran.

"Boss, this piece is very explosive, is it suitable for Mu Hanxuan?" A Yuan looked at the piece in her hand suspiciously.

"He can." Qin Yaran gave A Yuan a firm look.

Since the scandal, Mu Hanxuan's reputation has been damaged, and the companies that invited Mu Hanxuan to appear on entertainment programs also politely refused. Now Mu Hanxuan can only occasionally accept performances and jobs between acquaintances. It's not as busy as before, but it's more leisurely.But when an artist is free, it is the time when the crisis is the greatest.

Mu Hanxuan hung himself on the chair and remained motionless.

"Look at this piece, Qin Yaran sent it to you." The manager patted Mu Hanxuan on the head with the piece, and handed it to Mu Hanxuan's hand.

"This style is no longer suitable for me." Mu Hanxuan's song, I thought it was such a passionate style when I first debuted, but now I have changed the style for a long time, I don't know if I can still hold it.

"Try it, your old style." The manager smiled evilly, as if he knew Qin Yaran's intentions, and left.

"Ya Ran, what are you thinking?" Mu Hanxuan was confused.

In a room with chic decorations, the smell of hormones still lingers in the air.

On the bed, Owen, the patron, leaned against the pillow with his bare upper body, lit a cigarette and turned on his laptop.

There is the sound of running water in the bathroom, and there are looming figures through the frosted glass. "Wu Yuting! Did you send Qin Yaran an email from my mailbox?" Owen opened his mailbox and found an email addressed to Qin Yaran's personal account. When he clicked on it, he saw that it contained his words threatening Qin Yaran and a few pictures of Qin Yaran and Zhuo A photo of Yichen eating together.

"Wu Yuting!" Owen yelled towards the bathroom.

"Ouba~ What are you talking about? Why are you so fierce? No one heard it inside." Coming out of the bathroom, Wu Yuting wrapped herself in a towel and wiped her hair with the towel.

"I asked if you used my email address to email Qin Yaran!" Owen looked at Wu Yuting angrily, and put out the cigarette.

"Yeah, but Ouba, it was you who said to help them get it done, but I haven't seen you get it done for a long time, so I have to use your name to send an email to that bitch Qin Yaran~" Wu Yuting sat down and pouted to pretend to be angry Looking at Owen, he blamed Owen for not helping him.