The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 112

They paid me a high salary, just to let me cooperate with their recording as much as possible. Of course, the copyright belongs to them. They have the right to sell it on CD, publish it on any media, and provide free internet download.

"You really don't need to take pictures of me? You don't even need photos?"

"If you want, we hope to take a picture of your back playing the piano by the sea. If you don't want to, we can make it with a computer..."

"But, this..."

He handed me the pen. "You made this request yourself. Don't tell me you want to go back on your word now."

I took the pen and signed my name in a big way.

"You will definitely lose everything."

"I can afford it!"

Later, I felt sorry for him.

The overwhelming publicity of my piano music can be downloaded everywhere, and the resources of each link can be unimpeded.

There are also many popular songs that use it as background music...

Without my performance, one can imagine how much his CD can sell.

What puzzled me the most was that not only was he not afraid of losing money, he was also afraid of wasting time. No matter how long I was recording in the studio, he would listen to the whole thing from beginning to end, and even ate work meals with us.

He doesn't have the arrogance of a son of a family, and he treats every employee with that kind of intimacy and peace.Sometimes, during the breaks in the recording, he would take the initiative to chat with me about music.

After getting along for more than a month, we are no longer strangers, and the topics are getting deeper and deeper.

He told me that his mother used to be well-known in the music industry, but unfortunately after marrying his father, she never went out to perform.

He liked the piano very much since he was a child, but his "bad fate" meant that he was destined not to be an artist.

He also asked me why I love the piano so much, I laughed but didn't answer, and he never asked.

The recording finally came to an end, and I went back to school to continue my lessons.

One day when I was surfing the Internet in the dormitory, I saw a photo as soon as I opened the web page.

That's the back view I took at the beach.

I sat barefoot in front of the white piano, my long skirt was submerged by the waves, my black hair and white gauze were flying in the sea breeze...

Below the photos, there are dozens of pages of reviews.

Everyone is curious, what does this woman look like, is she shameless, or is she as beautiful as a fairy? !
Some people also say that the appearance is not important, the important thing is that the music is comfortable to listen to.

Curiosity is the greatest weakness of human nature, the more mysterious something is, the more attention it will attract.

In this Internet age, nothing is more effective than hype that makes people chatter!
After reading the reviews online, I couldn't resist calling him.

"Mr. Meng, will your company go bankrupt?"

"It's coming soon!" His voice on the phone was a little smiling: "So can I personally invite you to come to my birthday party and play a cheerful song for me to make up for my huge financial loss."

"I said that I would play the piano for anyone who pays me."

"No problem! Make an offer."

"For the sake of you being my boss, I will give you a free one. Which hotel? What time?" I held the phone under my shoulder and took out a pen from my bag.

"Zhanhao Hotel, the ninth of next month."

My bag and pen fell out of my hands...

(End of this chapter)