What earthy singer?Please call me a middle-aged idol

Chapter 9 The Lethality of the Stepmother's Skirt
When Zhao Mo left the dormitory, he saw a commercial vehicle, and there was a fat woman who was nearly 40 years old standing beside the vehicle.

Seeing Zhao Mo approaching, the woman spoke first:
"You are Zhao Mo, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm Jingwan's manager, you can call me Sister Liu." Zhang Jingwan's manager introduced himself.

"Hello, Miss Liu."

"Hi, get in the car."

Sister Liu opened the door and invited Zhao Mo into the car.

In the car, Zhao Mo couldn't help being curious, and asked cautiously:
"Sister Liu, Sister Jingwan is so late, what can you do with me?"

"You will know when you go."

Soon, Zhao Mo was taken to the hotel where Zhang Jingwan was staying.

The door opened.

It was Zhang Jingwan who opened the door. Although Zhao Mo was behind Sister Liu, he was more than half a head taller than Sister Liu, so he could see clearly.

Zhang Jingwan saw Zhao Mo behind Sister Liu, so she said:

"Okay, Sister Liu, go and rest first, and Zhao Mo and I will have a chat alone."

"Okay, call me if you have something."

Sister Liu left after finishing speaking.

"Hello, Miss Jingwan."

Zhao Mo hurriedly greeted him politely with a half-bow.

Looking at the slightly nervous Zhao Mo, Zhang Jingwan actually showed a smile on her face, and said softly:
"come in."

Zhao Mo followed Zhang Jingwan into the hotel room.

Zhang Jingwan is wearing a light gray mermaid skirt and a short blue cardigan on her upper body. The mermaid skirt is originally a tight-fitting effect, which completely reflects her bumpy figure. The beautiful feet under the skirt are stepping on a pair of sandals. Walking around, a section of snow-white calves like lotus root are occasionally exposed under the mermaid skirt.

Zhao Mo was still behind her, with a panoramic view of his exquisite figure and round buttocks, he couldn't help but arouse endless reverie.

Zhang Jingwan, who is originally a mature woman, and this suit, can't help but make people sigh, is this the legendary stepmother's skirt?

Watching it up close, the lethality is too great!

The tip of Zhao Mo's nose was a little warm.

Zhang Jingwan is very fond of the cheongsam, which is basically worn by everyone who participates in the show. It is difficult for outsiders to see this kind of outfit in private. He is really feasting his eyes today.

By the way, Tianhou is so late, what can I do with him?He is a nobody, besides being handsome, he seems to have no other skills...

Zhang Jingwan took Zhao Mo to sit face to face on the sofa. She poured two glasses of red wine and handed Zhao Mo a glass.

"Zhao Mo, do you know what I want from you?"

Zhang Jingwan took a sip, showed a charming smile, and spoke first.

Zhao Mo shook his head.

He sat in front of Zhang Jingwan, sitting upright, with his hands on his knees, like a good baby, and he didn't dare to look at Zhang Jingwan, and he didn't know where to put his eyes, but he felt that it was impolite to bow his head.

Forehead...pointed hair...shoulders...down, well he didn't dare to look down.

Seeing Zhao Mo's cramped appearance, Zhang Jingwan thought he was very cute.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Zhang Jingwan chuckled and put down the wine glass.

"Actually, I came to you today because I wanted you to write a song for me."

"Write a song?"

When it comes to serious matters, then Zhao Mo is not nervous, but very puzzled.

Zhang Jingwan asked him to write a song, did he hear correctly?
"Your "Praying for Buddha" and "Letter of Forgetful Love" are very good, very in line with the aesthetics of the older generation. I am very surprised, how could a boy of your age write such songs."

Zhang Jingwan opened her mouth like a big sister.

Zhao Mo scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

"After a while, it will be Women's Day. The official theme singing competition will be held, and many female singers will be invited, and I am also invited. I need a song that is liked by the older generation of women, as simple and down-to-earth as possible. .”

"Sister Jingwan, you are so young, it's not appropriate to sing this kind of song." Zhao Mo was puzzled.

Zhang Jingwan is not very old, only 33 years old, Zhao Mo understands what she means, but it is obviously inappropriate to sing this kind of song at her age.

"You little guy has a very sweet mouth." Zhang Jingwan covered her mouth with a chuckle, and explained with a smile: "But my sister, I also have to consider transformation. Secondly, this competition is officially held, which is very important."

Zhang Jingwan's words could not help but narrow the distance between the two.

Zhao Mo nodded after hearing the words.

Zhang Jingwan went on to say:

"I've been searching for a long time, but I haven't found anything satisfactory, so I want to see if you can write me a song of this type."

This kind of song?
Yes, Zhao Mo just picked up a song, and he was worried that there was no way to play it.

Zhao Mo was overjoyed that he was really sleepy and offered a pillow.

"Sister Jingwan, I just wrote a new song here, do you have any paper and pen?"

Zhang Jingwan was a little surprised when she heard the words, but she got up immediately and found paper and pen for Zhao Mo.

Just like that, Zhao Mo began to copy the lyrics and music in front of Zhang Jingwan, who waited patiently.

Soon, a complete score was copied, and Zhao Mo handed the paper to Zhang Jingwan.

Zhang Jingwan took the paper, facing the score, and softly read the lyrics on it:
"I have a flower planted in my heart, just waiting to be released..."

While thinking about it, she tried to sing again according to the tune, sometimes frowning, sometimes soothing.

To be honest, Zhang Jingwan is a royal lady, exuding a full mature charm, her face is even more charming, especially the tear mole under the corner of her left eye, but when she is working hard, she has an intellectual beauty, which is even more exciting .

"This song is amazing."

Amidst Zhang Jingwan's joyful voice, Zhao Mo's staring gaze was interrupted, and he suddenly woke up.

Zhang Jingwan's face was filled with joy, and she couldn't help admiring:
"In this regard, you are really a genius, Zhao Mo."

It's hard for Zhang Jingwan to imagine that a boy in his 20s can write this type of song so well.

In other words, if Zhao Mo had been born more than [-] years earlier, he would have become a superstar in the Chinese music scene, unrivaled.

Zhang Jingwan put down the score, looked at Zhao Mo with a very puzzled look, frowned Liu Yemei, and said in a suspicious tone:

"I really doubt that there is a 25-year-old soul in your body."

Zhao Mo just smiled awkwardly and said:

"Sister Jingwan, you are too good at joking."

Zhang Jingwan also smiled, and then said:

"Okay, I want this song, Zhao Mo, you can make a price."

"Eh...Sister Jingwan, you can watch it."

Zhao Mo is not a fool, compared to petty profits, being able to make friends with a singer like Zhang Jingwan is the most important thing.

What's more, he is not qualified to ask for a price now.

Seemingly backing down, in fact, the question of asking price was thrown back.

I don’t know if you have ever seen this kind of scene. You are shopping at a street stall, and the owner of the stall is a farmer.
Taking the initiative to assume the status of a disadvantaged group, first of all, omits the bargaining link, allowing the buyer to give the price that best fits his inner estimate.

Maybe there will be more.

This is a simple psychological game.

But in the final analysis, Zhao Mo himself was still suppressed by Zhang Jingwan's aura, because he had never been in contact with such a powerful person in his previous life or this life.

In his last life, he spent his whole life in the practice room, and the biggest wrist he had ever seen was just a small [-]-tier artist in the company.

It's that kind of existence that he can't touch, so Zhao Mo and Zhang Jingwan only feel nervous when they meet.

This is a queen, even a small artist needs to kneel and lick her existence.

"One hundred thousand."

Zhang Jingwan offered a price.

Although Zhao Mo was surprised, he quickly nodded and said:
"can."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwan immediately gave Zhao Mo a blank look, and said, "You really think I'm bullying you."

"No, it's my honor to be able to write songs for Sister Jingwan."

Although Zhao Mo had lost his aura, his brain was still very flexible, and his mouth was even better.

Compared with a song, he cared more about the queen's connections.

A short-sighted person will not go far in the entertainment industry.

Zhang Jingwan was so teased by Zhao Mo's words that she covered her mouth and laughed for a while, her body trembled from laughter, especially the round, bumpy ones, I don't know how huge the scale is.

"Okay, I'm not kidding you, I'll give you 50 yuan at the market price. I like this song very much. I will release an album later, put it in, the original author will still be marked as you, and I will give you [-] yuan. Ten out of ten."

　Brothers, please vote for it
　　


(End of this chapter)