The big guy next door is handsome and soo

Chapter 225 Plagiarism Begins

An Sheng clicked on the mailbox, and there was a new email in it.

From Shujin.

It's a lyrics about color, the theme color is white, a color that is enough to make people fantasize, and the lyrics are well written.

He read Cang Haixiaoxiao's lyrics again, every word is worth studying, and every word is worth pondering over and over again.

The difference between these two poems is too great, they were not written by one person at all, An Sheng gradually had a solid understanding in his mind, Cen Xixi said that if Cang Haixiaoxiao participated in the competition, then he must have participated.

He thought of something, went to look for the mailbox, only to realize that the manuscript in the mailbox had been deleted by him long ago.

Thinking of someone, he smiled a little more in his eyes, he pressed a string of numbers and clicked to dial.

The person over there asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Cen, I suddenly remembered that a contract in my mailbox was deleted. It is related to whether I can help the company make money. Can Mr. Cen help me restore it?" An Sheng was not in a hurry, and said eloquently.

"I'll help you, how are you grateful to me, huh?" Cen Xi'an dragged out the end of his voice, with a low and charming voice that tickled everyone, "Meat—taste?"

"Mr. Cen is not a superficial person." The smile on An Sheng's lips gradually widened, but she replied in an overly light tone: "I will not treat the company's artists with such dirty methods."

"Sooner or later, I will sleep with you." Cen Xixi snorted coldly, acting arrogant and domineering, "I'll come and fix it for you, just wait."

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Half an hour later, Cen Xixi came, entered the room, sat on the sofa like a grandfather, and ordered An Sheng: "Bring me the computer, and pour me a glass of water."

An Sheng handed her the computer and poured her another glass of water, "Boss Cen, please restore all the emails, I can't remember which one."

Cen Xixi resumed the email expressionlessly, and within a few minutes, she pushed the computer in front of him, "It's done, pay me."

To express his gratitude, An Sheng said: "Help the company accept a variety show."

Cen Xixi got up suddenly, leaned over, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and wrapped him in his arms. There was a laptop between them. Even so, their breaths were still inevitably entangled. .

An Sheng leaned back to avoid her approaching, turned his face slightly to the other side, and said indifferently: "Mr. Cen, I am a showman rather than a person."

When Cen Xixi signed him, he fell in love with his face. She hooked his chin with her index finger, and she pursed her lips, "There are countless fair faces who want to climb my bed, and you are not the only one. It is not my Cen Xixi who makes things difficult for others." Style. Sooner or later, I will let you climb into my bed willingly."

This sentence can be said to be very overbearing.

She let go of his jaw, got up, grabbed the bag, got up and left.

An Sheng didn't hold back, and lightly touched the chin she touched just now, and sighed helplessly.

Opening the mailbox, An Sheng found the submissions for the previous competition, went through them quickly, and finally stopped at the manuscript called "Disillusionment".

He found strangely that the lyrics of "Disillusionment" were probably too esoteric to be accepted by the public, but the lyrics resembled Canghai Xiaoxiao's writing style very much.

When there are two lyrics with similar style in the same competition, it is enough coincidence, and the level of the other one is high and low, which is no longer a coincidence.

After reading it, he contacted Shujin.

Shujin was very nervous, "Mr. An, Ci, have you read it?"

"Look." An Sheng said lightly, "I'll see you on Saturday."

"Good! Good!" Shu Jin even said two good words, wishing to meet him now, her words must have moved him, she proved his vision!
(End of this chapter)