National male god A exploded

Chapter 588 I've Been Always
Feng Ran thought for a while, and replied: I will consider it, thank you, you can try it too.

Jiang Xia: I think so too, but as long as they are original, I don't have any songs that match "The Great Mansion Gate".

Feng Ran: Wait a minute.

Yu Linhan was still in the video conference, Feng Ran looked up at him.

Yu Linhan said in German that the meeting was suspended, then raised his head and asked Feng Ran: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, if you are busy, continue the meeting."

There is only one computer in the hotel, Feng Ran actually wanted to borrow his computer, but Feng Ran didn't want to disturb his work.

"Want to use a computer?" Yu Linhan asked as if seeing her hesitation.

"Well, but there is no rush, you start the meeting."

"It's okay, come here."

Feng Ran hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

As soon as Feng Ran came to the table, Yu Linhan wrapped her arms around her waist, and then led her around, letting her sit on his lap.

Feng Ran was just stunned for a moment, and quickly regained his composure.

Feng Ran logged into his network disk with a computer, downloaded a file, and sent it to Jiang Xia.

Yu Linhan looked at a folder on the network disk in surprise, and asked, "Are all the songs written by you?"

Feng Ran said vaguely: "Not all of them."

In fact, most of these are semi-finished works created by Feng Ran in her previous life. She recorded them to perfect them in the future, or to find inspiration.

However, Fengran is only 18 years old now, creating so many songs at once, even a semi-finished product is a bit scary, so Fengran's words are vague.

After sending the document to Jiang Xia, Feng Ran replied to Jiang Xia's WeChat on his mobile phone: Please check your private mailbox.

Feng Ran did all this in front of Yu Linhan, afraid that he would overthink, Feng Ran also explained: "I want him to help fill in the words."

Yu Linhan was a little upset at first that Fengran had such a happy chat with a boy, but feeling that Fengran valued him, Yu Linhan felt relieved again.

"If you want someone to write lyrics, I can help you write lyrics." Yu Linhan said.

Feng Ran smiled, "Next time."

In fact, Feng Ran didn't want to rely too much on Yu Linhan, she wanted to get what she wanted by herself.

With the help of Yu Linhan, she can naturally find the best lyricist and composer, but that is not the success she achieved on her own.

"Well, as long as you're happy, I'm here all the time." Yu Linhan rubbed her chin against the top of her head, a little obsessed with the fresh smell of her hair.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Xia directly called Fengran.

Seemingly shocked by the song Fengran made, Jiang Xia said impatiently: "Fengran, I kneel down to you, where did you get the song, don't tell me, you made it yourself."

Feng Ran asked bluntly, "I remember you can write lyrics?"

Jiang Xia helped fill in the lyrics for the theme song of "The Mansion Gate" sung by Xiao Yuanjie in his previous life.

It's just that Xiao Yuanjie directly said that the song was original by him after the fire, and Jiang Xia's fans still fought with Xiao Yuanjie's fans for this.

After Xiao Yuanjie became famous, his whole body swelled up, and he directly chose to fly solo.

The badboy group also disbanded because of this, and the four went their separate ways.

After the group disbanded, Xiao Yuanjie flew solo all the way to the fire.

On the one hand, Xiao Yuanjie was afraid that Jiang Xiahuo would overwhelm him, and on the other hand, he was also afraid that Jiang Xiahuo's lyrics would be revealed, so he kept suppressing Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia's temperament has always been not to fight, nor to hype, so she has never defended her rights, and has never been popular. In the end, she was forced by Xiao Yuanjie to go back to being a model again.

But the golden period of modeling is very short. Jiang Xia has already passed the golden period of modeling after spending several years in the music industry, so the final result is that Jiang Xia was not considered a singer, nor was she considered a model.

(End of this chapter)