Affectionate male supporting role as individual [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xingchen froze for a moment, seemingly puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"Song, Zesheng." Song Xingchen said.

The tone was familiar, with a hidden warning.

Chao Yu directly handed the mobile phone with the bright screen to Director Lin.

After Director Lin finished reading the content, the smile on his face disappeared. He looked at Song Xingchen, "It's getting late, should you take a rest?"

Before Song Xingchen left, he gave Chao Yu a vicious look.

Chao Yu smiled back, and turned to Director Lin and said, "We can talk about the work in detail."

It was already six o'clock in the morning when Chaoyu returned to his dormitory.The street lights turned on and off, and the sky turned a fish-belly color.

Chaoyu came out of the shower, and the silent phone showed dozens of missed calls, all of which were from Cheng Xiao.

This is Song Zesheng's manager and an assistant of Song Zesheng's Star Entertainment Company.

Speaking of which, Song Zesheng is the only artist of Xingsheng, and he relies on his pocket money as a source of funds. The main purpose is to serve Song Zesheng's activities in the entertainment circle, and...to chase Song Xingchen.

Chaoyu picked up the phone, but before he could speak, the young man's almost broken roar came from over there.

"Master Song! You fucking do some personnel work!"

"Look at how the Internet scolds you!"

"Wait a minute." Chaoyu's mobile phone switched back to the Weibo homepage. The previous hot searches were all about Xue Ciyao apologizing to him. #Contemporary Zhao Gao's Best Candidate# There are too many to count.

Chaoyu randomly clicked on a topic, which was a cursed emotional output.

Xingguang Porcelain Limited: "I'm fucking convinced by Lao Tzu, Shenggou, you trash who grew up eating *, what the hell can you do other than using power to turn right and wrong to frame a good person, and I'm the same Convinced, monitoring and adding the same name of the song as the signature of Cheng Qing can't be convicted?! And let my porcelain apologize, who the hell is embarrassing you, Song Ze is not a house!"

Chaoyu laughed.

Cheng Xiao, who had just been forcibly interrupted by Chao Yu, breathed a sigh of relief, and his anger shot straight to his forehead, "Young master, you are still laughing, and you can still laugh at this time?"

"There are very few dirty words."

"Hehe, the bunch of masked words that are too radical have been suppressed by the little one."

"No wonder." Chao Yu raised his eyebrows, "You did a good job, keep pressing."

There was light in his eyes.

"Press it again?!" Cheng Xiao over there was so shocked that he almost smashed the table, "No, boss... I won't talk about your purchase of works before, but this time you are so blatant and want to suppress it. You usually Your reputation is inherently bad, so aren't you afraid that a peasant uprising will push you down this time?"

"Don't be afraid." Chao Yu wiped his hair with a dry towel, thinking that the original owner had always been arrogant and solitary, and was extremely unpopular in the entertainment industry.

"Okay. But Young Master Song, in order to suppress the turmoil tonight, the funds you left are long gone, and you still owe 233 million. If you want to continue..."

Chaoyu paused, "Do you owe so much?"

"Actually, Eldest Young Master Song didn't have enough money to buy a work last time. It was the master who supported him all the time. This time, there is a lot of discussion about you on the Internet. Master wants the young master...um... to support himself." Cheng Xiao carefully chose his words, "Master Song When will you go home?"

"No need." Chaoyu picked up his mobile phone to transfer the money, "I have 500 million here, you make it up first."

This is the money he just got from the director. Regarding the copyright of "Crazy", he wanted to sell the director a favor, but he didn't expect to use it now.

Thinking of the story of the bankruptcy of the original owner's company later, the corners of Chao Yu's lips twitched.

Bankrupt?

nonexistent.

"Cheng Xiao, suppress all the sex this time, and don't worry about money."

Cheng Xiao thought that Song Zesheng decided to ask his father for money, so he obediently went away to do business.

In fact, Chaoyu just picked up a pen and sat on the sweet bed, turning the tip of the pen with his beautiful fingers to write down smooth notes one by one.

These days, people's awareness of copyright is high, and a song can even sell for tens of millions. Money is simply too easy to earn.

[Master host, have you learned to write songs before? ! 】The gray ring shimmered.

"To your credit."

【ah?I? !I am not I do not have you nonsense ah ah ah! 】

"Among the tasks you issued, I have been a singer 33 times, ancient, modern, future, interstellar, magical... I still can't learn to write songs."

Chaoyu smiled slightly, "A waste."

【…】The system couldn't help feeling panic when it saw that he had finished writing a song in a few minutes, so did it and the main god create this monster?

On the other side, when Xue Ciyao thought of Song Zesheng's provocative smile when he left, she couldn't help being furious, she even bit her lip!

So, when Song Xingchen signaled her to leave, she pretended not to hear, and took the initiative to follow Cheng Qing, who was obviously absent-minded.

Xue Ciyao didn't notice Song Xingchen's gloomy expression.

"Be careful, Brother Cheng Qing."

When Cheng Qing was about to hit the electric pole in front, Xue Ciyao stopped him in time.

Cheng Qing came back to his senses, coughed in embarrassment, and said thank you.

"It's okay." Xue Ciyao smiled, and looked at him softly, "Is brother Cheng Qing still thinking about Song Zesheng?"

Cheng Qing pursed his lips, but did not answer.

His mother was a famous music queen, and countless people told him that he had an enviable talent in music.

But when he saw Song Zesheng's works, all the things he was proud of were defeated. He clearly knew that this was a work that he could not write yet.

Xue Ciyao didn't care about Cheng Qing's silence, but stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Cheng Qing, don't worry, are you sure the work was written by Song Zesheng?"

Cheng Qing narrowed his eyes.

"Brother Cheng Qing, do you think Song Zesheng's works are of such a high standard? And isn't today's incident strange?"

Cheng Qing clenched his fists and had already listened a little.

The corner of Xue Ciyao's mouth curled up into a smile, "When I was in Brother Cheng Qing's room, I accidentally saw Brother Cheng Qing that your private camera was turned off."

Xue Ciyao didn't want to say this at first. The location of the private camera is hidden, and it should have recorded everything. It needs someone to go in and search carefully to find out. If she said it directly, her image might be destroyed, and the loss outweighed the gain.

But no matter now.

Xue Ciyao hated Song Zesheng. With this man, her man seemed to never be able to hold his head up.She also hated the feeling that her man was being coveted by another man, it made her feel humiliated.

Reminded by Xue Ciyao, Cheng Qing went directly to the practice room. He searched around and found a small video camera.

He remembered that he had installed this camera a few days ago. In order to record his life and accumulate materials for editing videos, he was busy these days and simply forgot about it. Fortunately, the battery is impressive and he is still working now.

Cheng Qing shook his hands and fast forwarded to today.

In the messy practice room, in the video, he is staring at bloodshot eyes, cursing and writing words on paper.This state lasted for four or five hours. Suddenly, his body fell to the ground, knocked down the speaker, turned on a button, and the speaker played.

After a while, the door opened.

It was Song Zesheng with an impatient face.

Song Zesheng stood at the door for a while, then walked in, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find pills and water for him, and then poured them down violently.

During the period, water was spilled on his hands. He frowned and picked up the paper on the table to wipe his hands. After wiping, he crumpled into paper balls and threw them into the trash can.

This piece of paper that Song Zesheng thought was fucking his work!

Cheng Qing turned off the camera, walked to the trash can, endured the nausea and rummaged through it, and found the ball of paper.

So, in fact, Song Zesheng was attracted by the loudspeaker after he passed out. After Song Zesheng came in and rescued him, he wiped his hard-written manuscript like waste paper!

The case was solved, but Cheng Qing did not have any happiness.Song Zesheng captured by the camera, he is mean and arrogant, he is not a good person at first glance, but Xue Ciyao...

In the following video, Xue Ciyao who opened the door had a contented smile on her face. When she saw the scene in the room, she froze for a moment.

However, Xue Ciyao didn't look at him in the next second when Song Zesheng helped him into a chair. Instead, he looked around like the owner of the room, moving his hands and feet until he found the camera, and then quickly restrained his expression.

She finally walked up to him, holding a glass of water in her hand.

When he woke up from the coma, what he saw was Xue Ciyao who was smiling gently.

"Are you alright?" Xue Ciyao handed him the water, clearly looking like a boy, but it made people's heart flutter for no reason.

"You saved me?" He said in a daze.

Xue Ciyao nodded and looked at him worriedly, "You have a bad heart, so you should do less of staying up late to catch up on manuscripts."

At this moment, an unprecedented sense of absurdity swept over Cheng Qing.Song Zesheng, who seemed arrogant and mean, saved him without saying a word.Xue Ciyao, who did nothing, accepted his life-saving grace lightly.

Cheng Qing remembered that Xue Ciyao had told him about his troubles while watching the surveillance.

"Brother Cheng Qing, your singing is so good, after the next competition, I will definitely lose to you."

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's a pity. I haven't done anything in the entertainment industry, and it's over like this. Unlike Brother Cheng Qing, this is just an insignificant stage of your life."

He was turned red by the sad words of his savior. After thinking for a while, he remembered that he said at that time: "Ci Yao, don't worry, you will definitely win the next game."

"what?"

"Because I am here, you will not lose."

Cheng Qing wished he could go to the past and slap himself to death. He slammed his fist on the table and kept breathing to calm down his desire to kill.

Ten minutes later, Cheng Qing calmed down and called Song Zesheng silently.

The first time I called, I didn't answer.The second time I called, I didn't answer.Cheng Qing called more than a dozen times, and when he was about to give up, the phone was connected, and Song Zesheng's lazy magnetic voice came from over there, "Huh?"

Cheng Qing suddenly discovered that Song Zesheng had a voice that even men would find him sexy.

He tried his best to shake off the feeling of strangeness in his heart, and asked straightforwardly: "Song Zesheng, why did you come to my practice room?!"

Chao Yu yawned, "Cheng Qing?"

Cheng Qing held back the anger of being provoked, "What are you doing for!"

Chao Yu smiled, "None of your business."

"Doo-doo-doo-"

The phone was hung up.