NOVEL WEB Chapter 6 Ye Wenrou
At 9:, Xia Haoyang walked into his studio. As soon as Xiao Liu at the front desk saw him, he immediately said: "Mr. Take a look at the fax."
"Okay, thank you, let me take a look." Xia Haoyang took the fax handed to him by the girl at the front desk.
Xia Haoyang's Fat Cat Studio is not a large-scale music studio. There are not many people in the company. Xia Haoyang does not have a full-time secretary. Generally, song invitations are contacted by fax, phone or email.
For a small studio, the front desk is naturally responsible for sending and receiving faxes and making phone calls, but Xia Haoyang takes care of the mail himself. But Fatty Xia was lazy. He only used emails to send produced audio or video works, and at most attached lyrics and music scores. Contract documents were still finalized by fax.
What other studios didn't know was that the front desk girl was actually responsible for negotiating the amount of the faxed document and formulating the contract. As the boss, Xia Haoyang didn't care much about how much the music and lyrics were sold for.
Although Xiao Liu at the front desk would bring it to Fatty Xia for review, signature and seal every time he completed the contract. But in fact, Fatty never once vetoed the amount or contract content formulated by Xiao Liu. He always browsed it briefly and signed and sealed it directly. In other words: If Xiao Liu marked this song in the contract, it would cost 1 yuan. Then the fat man will sell it to the other party for one dollar without asking why.
Xia Haoyang walked into his office, looked at the faxes of song invitations from yesterday covered on the table, and the fax of lyrics for another song in his hand, and sighed deeply. He sat down hard on the boss's chair. "Damn it, if you don't give me a system, you can't work as a porter in a parallel world. This is your sister who traveled through time! Such an entertainment industry web article will be thrown into the street after only ten chapters."
However, thinking of Wang Qing's tenderness last night, Xia Haoyang felt a little lucky while he was bored with time travel. He really liked this little girl. Although he only met her for the first time yesterday, he just liked it. I can’t tell why, maybe it was love at first sight! Xia Haoyang, a 32-year-old dancer, feels that Wang Qing is the partner he has been looking for.
But after all, he is not the original person. What should this studio do now? If he stops writing songs in the future, what will Wang Qing think of him? Will she treat him as well as before? He knew through his memory that Wang Qing admired his original talent so much that she loved him so cautiously and humbly.
There is no way, the male protagonist really has no golden finger, no God's perspective, and really no talent for songwriting. After sitting in the office for another day, he couldn't find a solution. He could only use the method that Chinese people are best at - dragging the word!
At around 4 o'clock, he came to the front desk and said to Xiao Liu: "For the time being, I will reject all invitations. I have no inspiration recently. I will handle the faxes yesterday and today's one the same way. That's it." After saying that, he left the company.
"Oh, okay." Xiao Liu felt strange, but still followed Mr. Xia's request.
Returning to the rental house with thoughts on her mind, "You're back, aren't you busy today?" Wang Qing happened to have just returned from shopping for vegetables, and was picking vegetables while watching TV in the living room. When she heard the sound of the key opening the door, she turned her head and smiled sweetly at Xia Haoyang, who had just entered the house.
"Well, I'm not very busy today." The little fat man came in with his head lowered and pretended to arrange the keys, not letting Wang Qing see his sad and worried face.
"Do you want me to help you?" The little fat man forced a smile, raised his head and asked.
"No, I have a day off today. Let me cook. If you are tired, take a rest. Or play some games." Wang Qing has always been so considerate.
"Okay, then I'll lie down for a while." He walked all the way to the living room and towards Wang Qing, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV and picking vegetables. Then he leaned on Wang Qing's legs, kicked his feet to the other side of the sofa, lay directly on the sofa, and closed his eyes.
"Are you tired from work these days?" Wang Qing was a little at a loss. It was like this yesterday, and today she was lying on the sofa as soon as she came back.
"Hmm. I haven't had any inspiration recently." Xia Haoyang, who felt his chest was tight with his eyes closed, took a deep breath.
"It's okay. If you're not inspired, just take a good rest for a while." Looking at the man with his head resting on his lap, Wang Qing moved her legs to make the little fat man sleep more comfortably. Then his hands stopped picking vegetables, and he lowered his head and looked at the man sleeping under him.
Xia Haoyang opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds. Wang Qing shyly avoided his eyes and resumed picking vegetables with her hands. Fatty Xia tilted his head slightly, put his hand into Wang Qing's clothes, slowly moved up, and gently touched Wang Qing's chest.
Wang Qing's face turned red and she glanced at the little fat man who was making trouble with his hands. He didn't say anything and continued to pick vegetables.
For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. Wang Qing was picking vegetables silently, while the little fat man, although his hands were acting up, had a serious face with his eyes closed, and his brows were slightly frowning. Wang Qing's eyes were actually fixed on her man. After a while, she put the dishes aside, straightened the little fat man's head slightly with both hands, and then gently pressed clockwise with both hands on the little fat man's temples. .
Feeling Wang Qing massaging himself, the little fat man put down his offending hand, lay down relaxedly, took another deep breath, and then fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was completely dark. He was still resting on Wang Qing's legs, and still had his small hands gently pressing clockwise on his forehead. But he smelled the aroma of vegetables wafting from the coffee table next to him. He moved his neck and asked, "What time is it? It's already dark, no lights on?"
"It's after six o'clock but not seven o'clock. I've prepared a meal and can eat it. I didn't turn on the light because I'm afraid it will affect your rest. I feel that you have been very tired these days." Wang Qing continued to press his hand gently. .
"After a good sleep, I feel much better. Come on, let's eat." The little fat man kicked his legs and sat up like a spring. He got up and turned on the lights in the living room first, then served rice, and also served Wang Qing a bowl, and then pulled the coffee table closer. The two of them sat on the sofa and ate.
What do you think of Wang Qing's cooking skills? It can be cooked and not unpleasant to eat. The level of ordinary people in thousands of households. There is no IQ-lowering plot such as using salt as sugar, nor is it exaggerated to the extreme like other online articles, comparable to a five-star chef or three-star Michelin. For a little girl who has just graduated from college half a year ago, your exaggerations are inappropriate.
After eating, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, chatting casually about recent events. When the relationship is sweet, everything you do is interesting, and any topic you talk about is fun. It was an ordinary and boring night, but the two of them found it wonderful.
The time came to around 11 o'clock before I knew it. Wang Qing, who was still chatting, yawned a little. The little fat man finally stopped talking and said to wash his face and go to bed.
So the two of them washed their faces and feet in the bathroom one after another, and then came to the bedroom. The fat man finished washing first and was leaning on the bedside reading the news on his mobile phone. Wang Qing later came in, took off his coat, turned off the light and went to bed, still blushing.
Wang Qing pulled the quilt tightly, and the fat man who was leaning on the bedside watching the news turned around and asked, "Is it cold?"
Wang Qing said nothing, shook her head, then let go of the quilt, turned sideways, and hugged the little fat man with both hands.
"Do you want to?" Wang Qing asked softly.
"Huh?" The little fat man didn't notice anything unusual, so he answered casually and continued to read the news about the Saudi-Russian war on his mobile phone. It turns out that there is also a war between Saudi Arabia and Saudi Arabia in this world. The little fat man’s mind was attracted by the Saudi Arabian war.
He didn't notice that the girl next to him secretly shrank into the quilt, and then gently pulled his underwear. He cooperated out of habit, lifting both buttocks one after another to take off the underwear smoothly.
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Afterwards, Wang Qing got out of bed and fetched the paper towel from the bedside table, and then gently wiped the little fat man with the paper towel. The process was very focused and careful. The little fat man was lying on the bed the whole time, with his hands behind his head, looking at Wang Qing in front of him, his eyes full of love.