my sister is not a helper

Chapter 69 Do You Think I'm a Vixen?

Little assistant Xia Mo secretly looked at Liu Huiyu in the rearview mirror while driving the car.

But Liu Huiyu asked coldly, "What are you looking at?"

The little assistant didn't panic at all: "Sister Huiyu, I'm looking at the rearview mirror! That car is going to overtake us, just look at it."

"Humph~"

Liu Huiyu snorted softly, turned her head and looked out of the window, with a cold face like "I won't expose you, you little one".

What Gao Yan said to her just now made her very angry.

Annoyed and angry.

"I'm four years and nine months older than him, let me eat tender grass? Do you think I'm those vixens?"

Liu Huiyu, who was in shame and annoyance, didn't notice that her icy face was quietly flushed with blush.

"Jingle bell~"

Liu Huiyu's phone rang.

Xia Mo asked: "Sister Huiyu, do you need me to pick it up for you?"

These days, many acquaintances approached Liu Huiyu, and Xia Mo basically picked her up for her.

Why didn't Liu Huiyu answer it by herself?
Because she doesn't understand "tactful refusal".

Liu Huiyu took out her phone and looked at it, then shook her head and connected it by herself.

"Hey~ Miss Qingqian, why did you remember to call me?"

"I want to say that I miss you suddenly, do you believe it?"

"...I don't really believe it"

"Hahahaha, I knew you didn't believe me, so I'll cut to the chase."

The woman on the opposite side smiled heartily, and then said sincerely: "Hui Yu! My sister wants to ask you for a favor."

Liu Huiyu's eyes narrowed.

"Miss Qingqian, what do you want me to do?"

"Huiyu, since we left Huaxing together, I have been silent for almost a year, and I need a chance to raise my popularity."

"Miss Qingqian, your coffee position is considered to be above the top line, why are you so silent?"

"If I earn money on my knees, I will definitely be very popular, but don't I also want to be like you and earn money standing up?"

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"How can I help you?"

"As you know, after I left Huaxing, there were various problems with my new album, and I still lack a title song, so I hope to get in touch with Teacher Qizhe."

"Ms. Qizhe has always been contacted by Sister Gao."

"Hehehe~"

The woman opposite smiled.

"Hui Yu, I just called Gao Yan!"

Liu Huiyu pinched the phone and fell silent without saying a word.

The "Sister Qingqian" on the opposite side didn't speak, but quietly waited for Liu Huiyu's answer.

Huang Qingqian, a first-line artist of Wei Chaochao, and Liu Huiyu were both artists of Huaxing Company.

It's just that Huang Qingqian became famous earlier and more famous.

Moreover, Huang Qingqian is smooth in dealing with people, not as blunt as Liu Huiyu. With the blessing of many resources, she has long been recognized as the queen of love songs.

When Liu Huiyu had an accident a year ago, she was just a rising "little queen".

So there is no conflict of interest between the two, but the friendship between the two is not too deep.

But when Liu Huiyu's accident happened, Huang Qingqian was one of the few artists who stood up and publicly supported Liu Huiyu, reviled the paparazzi reporter Zhuo Jizhe, and protested against the media's suppression of Liu Huiyu.

So Liu Huiyu couldn't say anything to reject Huang Qingqian for a while.

"I need to communicate with Qizhe, I'm not sure I can help you."

"Okay, thank you Huiyu."

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In a villa near the second ring road in Beijing, a gorgeous woman in yellow home clothes hung up the phone.

"Oh, Xiao Huiyu, you have gone through so many things, and you still care about friendship so much. I don't know whether to say hello or not."

Huang Qingqian knew Liu Huiyu quite well, and if Liu Huiyu didn't directly refuse just now, she would seriously do what she promised.

Instead of being like many artists, what they said was like letting go.

Huang Qingqian rubbed her hair, lay lazily on the sofa, crossed her legs, picked up the apple on the coffee table and began to chew it.

No one would have thought that, in front of the glamorous queen of love songs,
At home, it turned out to be this disheveled, disheveled, and extremely lazy look.

Only the tenderness of the water and springs exposed between the collar and under the trouser legs can show the difference from ordinary people.

Her annual skin care costs are higher than the combined income of an ordinary family.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the 29-year-old woman is the season of unparalleled charm, when the flowers are in full bloom and bewitching.

With good looks, figure, and charm, she is more flavorful than many young girls.

But in the hearts of female artists, 29 years old is also a scary age.

Insisting on exercising and meticulous maintenance to maintain a beautiful appearance are only the basic requirements of an artist.

In addition, we have to face various challenges in the entertainment industry.

Waves of young and beautiful back waves are watching behind her, trying to slap her front waves to death on the beach in different ways.

If Qianlang's body is not strong enough, it is a normal ending to be stepped on to the top.

Therefore, Huang Qingqian must maintain her enthusiasm, because once she loses her popularity and loses her position, she may not have the courage and time to start all over again.

For example, Zhou Chuanxiong, who sang "Twilight" on Lan Xing, wanted to come back after years of silence, but was actually instructed by an Internet celebrity to sing.

Cruel?
No, this is the rule of showbiz, and it is also the sorrow of artists.

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Liu Huiyu hung up the phone and remained silent for a few minutes.

Then he said to the little assistant, "Xia Mo, buy me a bottle of water."

"Huh? Oh good!"

The little assistant glanced at the two unopened bottles of drinks in the car, pulled over, got out of the car obediently, and ran to the roadside supermarket.

Liu Huiyu took a sip of the drink, moistened her throat, and called Lin Zhe.

"That... are you busy now?"

"Not busy! What's the matter?"

"The data of the new song season is out, I want to tell you about it."

"Then tell me, I'll listen."

Liu Huiyu's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she began to tell Lin Zhe the data reported by Zhuang He just now.

Lin Zhe listened patiently, and occasionally asked a few points carefully, and the two chatted very harmoniously.

"I still have something to do."

Liu Huiyu hesitated again and again, but decided to tell about Huang Qingqian's invitation to sing.

Although she was very reluctant to share Lin Zhe with others, Lin Zhe was not the dog food in her bowl, and she had no reason to protect it.

"A friend wants to ask you to invite a song, see if you have the energy to take this list."

"what kind of friends?"

"Ordinary friends! Huang Qingqian, you can just write a song."

"Oh, Queen Huang? That can't be casual, what style of song does she want? Or a love song?"

"Oh, it should be!"

"Should it be? This is not acceptable. You give me her contact information, and I will ask her for specific requirements."

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Liu Huiyu was stunned for a moment, she never thought of customizing Huang Qingqian's style, she planned to let Lin Zhe write freely.

"Let me ask for you! I'll tell you when it's over." Liu Huiyu resolutely rejected Lin Zhe's request for a phone number.

Then Liu Huiyu got stuck, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence.

"How's the weather in Sucheng? Is it raining?"

Lin Zhe looked up at the hazy sky, and said strangely: "Yes! How do you know?"

Liu Huiyu's heartbeat quickened again.

"When it rains, remember to wear more clothes and be careful of catching a cold."

"Oh well."

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"When you go to court tomorrow, don't say anything, just let the lawyer speak for you."

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".clear"

"I'm hanging up!"

Seeing the little assistant wandering around the car with two bottles of water, Liu Huiyu hung up the phone quickly.

Holding his chest with his small white hands, he was nervous as if he had survived some catastrophe.

And Lin Zhe over there looked at the phone in his hand with a strange expression on his face.

　The next chapter will be updated in the morning O(∩_∩)O
　　
　
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