Please Answer 2020

Chapter 112

Mingjing Nan's eyes were like water, rippling.

Cheng Qian'an instantly withdrew his mind, seemingly nonchalant on the surface, and then brought up another matter.

"I heard that you are coming back in September?"

"It is tentatively scheduled to be September, and the specific time has not yet been determined."

She doesn't know if she will be able to catch up with the comeback, but if she can, she definitely wants to stand with the members.

"Why don't you eat?"

Cheng Qian'an asked, looking at the untouched food on her plate.

"No appetite."

Mingjing Nan stared at him and said with a smile, she didn't come here to eat.

No appetite?
"My parents taught me that wasting food is not a good habit since I was a child."

Cheng Qian'an pulled her food over without paying attention, and continued to eat.

Minami Minami once said on the show that her ideal is to be a daughter-in-law, or even a housewife. She is a typical Yamato Nadeshiko-style girl, as can be seen in front of the camera.

Watching Cheng Qian'an eat with big mouthfuls, a sense of happiness seemed to well up in his heart.

"What are you going to do these days?"

"Stay in the dormitory?"

Mingjing Nan didn't want to tell him about her psychological condition. In fact, she had to see a psychiatrist every day.

"If you feel bored and bored in the dormitory, you can go out with your friends more to relax."

Cheng Qian'an opened his mouth to suggest.

He is not a fan of her all the time, and he doesn't know much about Mingjing Nan. He has only watched some stages and variety shows. Judging from the few actual encounters, he just thinks that she is a gentle girl who doesn't talk much.

I don't know that she likes to be alone on weekdays. She lives in seclusion and has little social interaction. Fans jokingly call her Zhainan.

"Inside."

Mingjing Nan curled his lips, he liked the feeling of being taken care of and instructed.

My mind was spinning and turning, and I used to fantasize about my future married life, and the face that had been blurred all the time showed its true colors in a trance.

"I'm going to get a glass of juice."

Mingjing Nan saw that he was eating but not drinking, with a concerned look on his brows and eyes, he stood up and took a glass of juice with his contrasting waiba.

"Don't you drink?"

Cheng Qian'an took the juice she handed over, seeing that she only took one cup, he asked curiously.

"I want to stay in shape."

Mingjing Nan shook his head, just sat on the seat and watched him drink heavily, only feeling happy in his heart.

"It's time to go, or your manager won't be able to wait."

Cheng Qian'an patted his stomach, having a comfortable meal, looked at the tissue she handed over, smiled, and took it.

When the two left the restaurant, the manager had been waiting in the car for a long time, and the frown he saw when she came down was relieved.

"Goodbye."

Mingjing Nan stood at the door of the company, said goodbye to him with a smile, then lowered his hat, got into the car in a hurry, waved his hands, and then gradually disappeared from sight.

"It looks fine."

Cheng Qian'an looked at the passing vehicle and said to himself.

He looks like a normal person, and he doesn't seem to have any psychological problems at all. I hope he can get better soon.

The next day.

Standing on the side of the road, Cheng Qian'an looked up at a slightly dilapidated low building in front of him.

Yesterday, Park Zhiyong hurriedly explained something to him, and in the end he simply asked him to come to this company to be responsible for the matchmaking, which was equivalent to handing over all the subsequent work to him.

Fortunately, according to what Park Zhiyong said, there is not much pressure to follow up to compose music, otherwise he would not be willing.

An idol group that an unknown small company is planning to launch, without a well-known composer as the foundation, and without the backing of a chaebol, sounds unreliable, but it is the norm.

Walk into the building and take the elevator to the third floor.

This building seems to be specially used for lease to entertainment companies, which can be clearly seen from the notice board on the side of the elevator.

8D, coopa, MLD, and so on, a string of dazzling and even unreadable letter names.

He was notified in advance that someone would come to pick him up when the time came, so someone stopped him when he got out of the elevator and stood at the front desk and saw the big coopa letter advertisement.

"Excuse me, is this Cheng Gan Anxi from your company?"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses asked aloud.

"Yes."

"That's right, please follow me."

After the middle-aged man confirmed that he didn't miss it, he said something briefly, and then led him along the corridor.

A small workshop with limited financial resources is naturally not like a large company with an entire building, or this is the norm in Korea.

Each area is compact, and it is clear when passing by the office area, narrow corridors, tall sundries and documents piled up in the corners.

There are several practice rooms next to the office area, and the sound of music, conversations and footsteps can be vaguely heard from inside.

"This is the composition room. Park Zhiyong has been using it for a while. Afterwards, the manager of the company will come to talk to you."

When we arrived at the place, we briefly explained a few words, and the staff hurried away.

Cheng Qian'an glanced at the composition room, or the recording room.

The equipment inside looks like it is half-old and not new. I don't know if it is second-hand or because it has been a long time.

Sit down and turn on the computer, the folders inside are clearly divided, title song, album concept, and some unfinished demos.

Because the rightful owner hadn't arrived yet, Cheng Qian'an casually opened it and took a look, probably gaining an understanding.

The style of the album is actually the girl cursh that is very common nowadays, the songs are not good but it is not without any advantages.

According to Cheng Qian'an, he can go to him, but he doesn't have the qualifications and connections.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)