My system, you can't mess with it

Chapter 65 The Good Man Xia Xing
Xia Xing hesitated. He wrote this song for Zhao Xiaoying.

Yang Weiwei pouted her lips: "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly, I can give you 1000 million."

"1000 million." Xia Xing was drinking water and almost didn't spit it out.

Omg, 1000 million, one song?Xia Xing thought he had heard wrong.

Yang Weiwei said: "This money is not only for buying songs, but also because you took care of me last night, and your noodles cured my throat."

"That's too much." Xia Xing said in disbelief.

"Do you know? If I don't hold this concert, according to the agreement, I will have to pay 1000 million yuan to the partner, and if the news of my throat problem spreads, the negative impact on me will be even more immeasurable, so This 1000 million is not much at all.

"But, I..." Xia Xing wanted to say something, but Yang Weiwei stood up.

"I don't like to owe others. If you treat me as a friend, just tell me the bank card number." Yang Weiwei said lightly.

Xia Xing shook his head helplessly, but he also knew that now is the golden age of the entertainment industry, so these stars are super rich.

1000 million is really nothing to Yang Weiwei, since she is willing to give it, there is no need for her to be reserved.

Xia Xing told Yang Weiwei the card number, and she nodded: "I will call you the money in three days."

Saying that, Yang Weiwei stood up: "I'm leaving, goodbye, my assistant will find you later, and sign that song."

"Well, goodbye." Xia Xing watched Yang Weiwei leave.

Xia Xing never imagined that a song and a bowl of noodles would earn 1000 million yuan.

Yang Weiwei walked to the door, and was about to reach out to open it, when suddenly, without warning, she groaned and squatted on the ground clutching her stomach.

"What's wrong with you?" Xia Xing hurried over and asked.

"I'm fine." Yang Weiwei turned pale, holding on to the door and trying to stand up.

"What are you embarrassed to say, isn't it just dysmenorrhea? I'll give you a massage and it will be fine."

Looking at Yang Weiwei's symptoms, Xia Xing had already found the root cause, and said casually.

Yang Weiwei raised her head abruptly, and glared at Xia Xing: "I've been to so many hospitals for this problem, but it doesn't work. Does your massage work?"

Seeing Yang Weiwei's disbelief, Xia Xing said, "I know a little bit of Chinese medicine. You have dysmenorrhea because your spleen and stomach are incompatible, your body is cold, and you drank a lot of alcohol yesterday, which caused your body to be weak. That's why you have dysmenorrhea. It does not work on behalf of Chinese medicine.”

What Xia Xing said seemed to make sense, and she was really in pain, so she had to say, "That's fine, Xia Xing will trouble you."

Xia Xing helped Yang Weiwei to the bed, and said, "Undo your clothes."

"What? Unbutton your clothes." Yang Weiwei hesitated.

"Don't worry, just take off your coat. If you want to watch it, I already watched it last night." Xia Xing said.

Yang Weiwei blushed for a while, and gave Xia Xing a hard look.

"The hatred value from Yang Weiwei, +999!"

But in order to treat the illness, Yang Weiwei still took off her coat.

Xia Xing lifted up half of the blouse inside, revealing his tender belly.

Afterwards, Xia Xing put his hand on top of Yang Weiwei's belly button.

"Maybe it's a bit painful at first." Xia Xing said as he pushed his fingers hard, and a burst of true energy hit Yang Weiwei's acupuncture points with his fingers.

"Ah!" Yang Weiwei couldn't help crying out from the severe pain.

The first few strokes were painful, but then her pain subsided.

Yang Weiwei also found that the pain in her abdomen disappeared, and she was almost dumbfounded, which is amazing.

If a bowl of noodles cured her throat just now, it might be a coincidence, but this time, it definitely shows Xia Xing's superb medical skills.

Xia Xing pressed Yang Weiwei's belly button a few more times before asking, "How is it? It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Yang Weiwei nodded, with a smile on her face: "I didn't expect you to be such a little miracle doctor."

Every month when menstruation occurs, Yang Weiwei will die of pain. I don't know how many times I went to the hospital, but it didn't work.

She took a lot of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, but it didn't work at all.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xing just pressed a few times near her belly button, and it was all right.

"Many women suffer from dysmenorrhea, but your condition is more serious, and it has something to do with your physique. I am only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

Although you will not have pain during menstruation this time, it will still hurt next month, and this pain will intensify as you grow older. "

"Is there really no way to cure it?" Yang Weiwei asked.

"There is a way, but..." Xia Xing didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Xia Xing knew that Yang Weiwei would not agree even if he said it, because this method was to double cultivate with Xia Xing.

If he said it, Yang Weiwei would definitely regard him as a hooligan.

"But what?" Yang Weiwei asked suspiciously.

"Forget it, there is no good solution yet." Xia Xing sighed.

"That's it." Yang Weiwei had a regretful expression on her face.

You take a break first, and I'll help you make a bowl of brown sugar water to warm your stomach.

Seeing the back of Xia Xing walking into the kitchen, Yang Weiwei was moved.

If she had a good impression of Xia Xing at the beginning, it was because of the attributes of noodles, but now she really feels that Xia Xing is a good person.

Yang Weiwei has worked hard in the entertainment industry for seven or eight years, and she has never seen any kind of person.

Many men are indeed very good to her, but they all have a purpose.

They treat themselves well, they just want to sleep with her. If they were drunk yesterday, nine out of ten men would not be able to withstand the temptation.

But Xia Xing has never done anything to her, and even helped himself.

Although the two met by chance, Yang Weiwei already regarded Xia Xing as a good friend in her heart.

Yang Weiwei drank the brown sugar water, but saw Xia Xing frowning while looking at his phone.

She leaned over and saw Xia Xing was reading an article on weibo.

The author of this article is Xie Yang, a well-known songwriter in China, who recently signed a contract with Tianyu for a sky-high price.

This article is specifically aimed at Xia Xing, and the title of the article is "On the Threshold of Songwriters in the Contemporary Music World".

The writing style of the article is very sharp, basically criticizing Xia Xing for not having received professional training, and writing songs on the spur of the moment, and also criticizing Xia Xing's songs for vulgarity and lack of artistic cultivation, and even criticizing Xia Xing's character for nothing .

Yang Weiwei suddenly remembered: "No wonder I've heard the name Xia Xing so familiar. You are Xia Xing, Zhao Xiaoying's royal songwriter who is very popular on the Internet now."

Xia Xing smiled awkwardly: "That's right, everyone in your entertainment industry is already shouting and beating."

Xie Yang is a very important songwriter in the Chinese music scene. As soon as his Weibo was posted, it immediately attracted many popular celebrities to forward it.

Xia Xing's weibo was also full of scolding.

Yang Weiwei stared at Xia Xing and asked suddenly: "Are the songs you wrote for Zhao Xiaoying also of this level?"

Xia Xing nodded: "Well, it's hard to say whether it's good or bad, but the level should be about the same."

Yang Weiwei nodded, picked up her phone, and opened her Weibo.

(End of this chapter)