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The price tag is [-], which is a bit expensive. It is very expensive for Mu Mian, but this is not the point. The point is that this dress is a limited edition and needs to be customized. [-] is also another similar price.

She came out of the shop with a mournful face, the lights outside were all lit up, she looked around, the dark sky was getting dark, there were no fewer cars passing on the road, she was walking on the side of the road with her head down, rushing to go back Home.

Sitting in the car, my mind is confused, I don’t know what to do with clothes, I don’t know how to record a song tomorrow, I don’t know what to do about moving, Zhou Nan seems to have forgotten that there is such a singer as her, and he doesn’t ask her at all Condition.

Mu Mian began to wonder if Zhou Nan made a mistake and signed her, and now he is probably thinking about how to return the goods?

When Jing returned home exhausted, Mumian took a basin and put cold water in it. Fearing that it would not be enough, he went to the small refrigerator to get some ice cubes. Finally, he took a laundry detergent bag and poured some into it tentatively. It made foam and his hands were frozen. It was red, she laughed, and rubbed the place, but fortunately it was washed off, and she hung it on the bay window, waiting for the water to dry.

She went online to search for rental information near Huanzhi, but the prices were all so high. She felt helpless. Even if Song made money, she had to share it with the company. Although what she got was higher than before, it was only higher than the average salary. There are a little more classes, but she can't even afford the rent.

The clothes were still dirty, so I took the cotton wool out, and carefully ironed it with the iron. I was afraid that the laundry detergent would smell too strong, so I took my own perfume and sprayed it on the iron, and it smelled much better.

The cotton wool trembled and heaved a sigh of relief. It was finally done. Although it seemed a little wrinkled after washing and a little crease after ironing, it was considered a success.

Before going to bed, I looked through the rental information again, but I couldn't find a suitable one, so I had to post a rent notice and try my luck to see if anyone would call.

It was another long journey on the bus to work. She fell asleep while leaning on the seat, and was suddenly picked up by someone, "Girl, give me your seat, the old man has bad legs."

She was pulled up in a daze, holding on to the railing, and saw an old man sitting in her seat with a small trolley loaded with vegetables, eating steamed buns, she thought it was weird, an old man was so weak and strong I bought so many vegetables in the morning, why didn’t I see the old when I was shopping for vegetables?

She felt a little tight in her chest, and she was pulled up after sleeping soundly, and it was not a seat for the elderly, weak, and disabled, so there were so many people beside her who pulled her up.

The past few days have been very sad, and it is difficult for her to think about it. When things go wrong, she feels that she will be targeted for everything she does.

When she arrived at Huanzhi, she went upstairs to find Ling Yueran. Before entering the office, she saw someone standing in front of the coffee machine to pick up the coffee. Mu Mian ran over to see, good guy, this guy fell asleep leaning against the wall.

Mu Mian glanced at her and thought for a while, but in the end he still didn't wake her up. What if she beats her up later?

She put her clothes at the door of the office and went down to have breakfast by herself.

When she came up again, Ling Yueran was leaning against the table with the breakfast in her hand, looking at the clothes in a daze, Mu Mian walked over quietly, "You didn't have breakfast, did you?"

She handed over the soymilk and porridge in her hand, Ling Yueran squinted at her, then at the breakfast, and said with a hug on her chest, "This is the clothes you washed for me?"

Mu Mian laughed twice, seeing that Ling Yueran's expression remained the same, and his eyes were filled with resentment, he stopped laughing, "I haven't found a dry laundry shop, so I have to make an appointment. If there is one, it's fine, but I'm afraid it will be ruined by you, so I will wash it myself." Let's do it, there should be no problem, I also sprayed some perfume on the clothes, don't you like the smell?"

She didn't speak, just stared at her, her eyes became deep and helpless, she took the clothes and left without saying a last word, then turned around and took the breakfast away, Mu Mian rubbed her fingers nervously, feeling guilty.

She went to the recording studio early, set out her new mug, sat down and tried it out herself.

"Why are you here?" Someone came in and asked her angrily. She was taken aback, and saw Xiao Minglang standing there in a pink dress today, and a woman standing behind her, her eyes were sharp.

"I'm here to record a song." Mu Mian didn't understand why she stared at her.

"Today is the clear recording arrangement of our family. Miss, did you take the seat?" The woman said, staring at her fiercely, Mu Mian was taken aback, "But Mr. Ling..."

"Hurry up and get out of the way." Xiao Minglang went over and pushed her, very rude behavior, she herself is not very old, the age of a junior high school student, about twelve to 14 years old.

Mu Mian had no choice but to get up and get out of the way, holding his manuscript in his hand, and was finally pushed out by someone inexplicably.

She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips, finally let out a sigh of relief, turned around and bumped into Ling Yueran who was watching the excitement by the door, her eyes were flat, as if she hadn't seen any strange scene, she glanced at her lightly.

Mu Mian looked at her with anticipation in her eyes, but she went straight to the console and sat down, and began to put on her earphones.

"Didn't you agree to record the song today?" Mu Mian asked, she turned her head lightly, "Yeah, did you tell them?"

Mu Mian was taken aback, seeing the faint dissatisfaction and absurdity in her eyes, Xiao Minglang looked at her provocatively inside, put on the earphones and began to concentrate on singing, Ling Yueran also began to concentrate on recording, ignoring her.

She left the recording studio, sat in the lounge, watched the recording of songs in it, felt panicked, and went down again within half an hour.

"Miss Mu?" Zhang Lu was taken aback when she saw her, "Your recording time is from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am. Why did you come down?"

Mu Mian felt aggrieved, "There is someone."

Zhang Lu raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Didn't you tell them?"

Mu Mian pursed her lips and said nothing, so Zhang Lu could only smile, "Miss Mu has such a good temper."

This sentence was a bit ironic, and Mu Mian recognized it, just like Ling Yueran's eyes just now.

"Do you have any other recording studios?" She asked, Zhang Lu shook her head in embarrassment, and went back to the office to do her own work.

Mu Mian had to sit in the reception room and wait, not knowing what time Xiao Minglang would end, and she didn't have lunch today, so she was so overwhelmed that she couldn't eat anymore, she was inexplicably wronged, just like in the old school, when the two children were fighting each other But the teacher only taught the one who started first.

Ling Yueran sat on the chair and looked at Xiao Minglang on the other side of the soundproof glass. She sang very well, but she didn't have any outstanding features. She wanted to be a child with perfect five sounds, who could sing and couldn't make a mistake, but she didn't have any attractive features.

She thought of Mu Mian, she would sing different songs to challenge her, and she would do different things, but she was too weak in dealing with people and things, making people look angry.

When we were young, our parents and adults told us to learn to be humble, not to fight and not to cause trouble. Maybe we did it, but it was useless. Later, we were angry, wronged and sad like mountains. At that time, we all forgot. There is a thing called what is yours and you cannot let it go. This is moral character, and it is responsible for your own people and things.

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Chapter 7 Chapter 7

"Director Liu, sign this for me." Zhang Lu hurriedly stopped a person at the door of the reception room, and handed her a document.

The woman looked at it seriously, and Mu Mian looked out through the glass door, bored and full of random thoughts.

After signing, Director Liu quietly glanced at the reception room, and silently asked Zhang Lu with his eyes. The latter smiled, "It's from President Ling."

"She's angry again?" Director Liu grinned his teeth in surprise, Zhang Lu shook her head and followed her away.

As soon as it got dark, Ling Yueran came down with a tired face, pinched his brows with his fingers, swayed slowly, and stopped again when he reached the office door, Zhang Lu saw her coming from a long way in his office, and hurriedly followed, "Xiao Minglang went away up?"

"Well, she's done." Ling Yueran didn't say much, Zhang Lu knew something, Xiao Minglang bought a song, and it wasn't too difficult for Ling Yueran to finish it in a day.