Learning God, he is delaying my exam again

Chapter 417 Wife, gone...

Huang Tao coughed lightly, and said with a calm smile, "The proprietress must have remembered wrongly, I am more popular."

Hua Yang tilted his head, he really couldn't remember at the moment, but he just thought it looked familiar.

She thought, maybe she really remembered wrongly.

"If you are so handsome and still called the face of the public, how can ordinary-looking people live." Hua Yang smiled and gave a cooperating hug.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho, the lady boss is ridiculous." Huang Tao smiled like a winter jasmine blooming in spring.

Shen Lie pressed the center of his eyebrows speechlessly, and asked, "Why, do you want to talk until the sun rises?"

Huang Tao recovered from the ecstasy, quickly waved his hands, and led the visitor towards the car.

On the way, Huayang couldn't play with his mobile phone because of motion sickness, so he was a little bored, so he chatted with Shen Lie one topic after another.

The main thing we talked about was tonight's show, but during the chat, we started talking about the soundtrack of Guqin to the previous cooperation with YH Technology.

"When will your game be tested?"

Shen Lie leaned on the back of the chair, with one hand on her shoulder, a lock of hair wrapped around her fingertips, and her posture was extremely comfortable.

"It's tentatively scheduled for summer vacation."

Hua Yang smiled and said: "Before, I used to play tickets. This is the first time I've been involved in commercial composition. I'm a little nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about?"

"What if someone feedbacks that Ruyang's solo song is not good and doesn't fit the role?"

Shen Lie was silent for two seconds, and calmly and indifferently spit out six words: "I love to play, play, don't play."

Hua Yang: ...

Hua Yang can only secretly sigh overbearing.

After being quiet for a while, Huang Tao, who was driving the car in the front seat, suddenly asked weakly: "Madam... that, Ru Yang's solo song, was it composed by you?"

"En." Hua Yang looked at Huang Tao politely and asked, "Did Secretary Huang listen too?"

"I've heard it, it sounds good." Huang Tao maintained a superficial smile.

That young boy's heart has already cracked and shattered.

Fuck it, wife, it's gone...
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When I got home that night, it was past one o'clock, Hua Yang was so tired after taking a shower that he fell asleep.

After a full night's sleep the next day, I looked at my phone, only to realize with a lag that there were many related hot searches on the Lancheng Spring Festival Gala last night.

Until noon, there were still several hot searches on the list.

The hottest thing is about her [Painting Ripples and Splashing Ink].

Followed by two [Su Nianyun singing] and [Bai Qintian attended Lancheng TV Spring Festival Gala]

Her hot search comments were similar to those of last night, most of them were praises, and some people found her dance video three years ago and lamented how much her dance skills had improved in the past three years, so much that her On my personal Weibo, the number of fans increased by more than 200 million overnight.

Hua Yang only glanced at it before quitting, and instead entered Bai Qintian's trending search out of curiosity, and was surprised to find that after Bai Qintian and Shen Yuan went out last night, they did not return home immediately.

Because there were many reporters blocking the gate, all of them were waiting for the stars attending the party to get off work.

When Bai Qintian went out, many young entertainment reporters didn't recognize him, but some older and experienced reporters seemed to see the dawn of KPI shining, so they rushed forward immediately.

Bai Qintian has always been aloof. If he had been in the past, he would have been blocked by the bodyguards.

But maybe it's because Bai Qintian's personality has softened a lot over the years, or maybe it's because he was in a good mood this night. Anyway, facing the reporters rushing forward, Bai Qintian stopped in his tracks like never before, and accepted the interview.

(End of this chapter)