Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 151

"Hey, Han Jia, there are really people inside!"

The face of the female artist named Han Jia immediately collapsed.

"What the hell is Liangyin? Is she hot with me? Who stipulated that this practice room can only accommodate her alone?"

The staff member was extremely embarrassed: "But...but it's not time for you to shoot yet!"

Hearing this, Han Jia sneered, pointing at the staff's brains and yelling, "Pig brains!"

What the hell is this Liang Yin?How dare a mere composer dare to compete with her little Huadan?
"You don't even know me, are you a pig's brain? Dog eyes don't know people, be careful to fire you!"

"Even if the Heavenly King Laozi is here today, I will still use this practice room."

Han Jia is the daughter of the CEO of Nandu Entertainment, and this time the MV heroine was chosen by Nandu Entertainment personally.

Since Nandu Entertainment is one of the top three entertainment giants in the industry, no one dared to offend her.

Qiao Yimo put down the piano score in her hand, opened the door, and saw the man arrogantly said: "Oh, you are the "God of Liang Yin" they said!"

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips slightly, "This is my practice room, what can I do for you?"

Han Jia snorted lightly, walked around the practice room with arms crossed, and said arrogantly, "Your practice room? Even a small composer deserves to have a practice room! I'm the heroine of this MV, you know?" ?”

While speaking, Han Jia's long and slender fingers brushed against the strings, even the fingertips showed a bit of disdain.

Qiao Yimo frowned, and there were some unknown emotions hidden in her sharp eyes.

Seeing this, the staff immediately turned pale with fright and pulled Han Jia away.

Han Jia's delicate eyebrows raised lightly, and he flicked the staff's hand.

The staff was thrown aside in an instant and bumped into the drum kit next to them.

With a sound of "bang!", the drum set was severely knocked over and fell to the ground, and one of the legs supporting the drum head was broken.

Seeing the mess on the ground, the whole practice room fell into a panic.

Everyone panicked and said: "This is Ji Wen's special drum set. What should I do?"

Hearing the noise in the practice room, Han Jia's assistant walked in immediately. The assistant asked in horror, "Han Jia, are you injured?"

Han Jia shook his head, then looked at the mess on the ground, sneered and said, "It seems that someone is going to be unlucky again today!"

Ji Wen usually has a good temper this time, but he loves musical instruments like his life. If he knew that his drum set was ruined by this ignorant music maker in front of him, there is no doubt that Ji Wen would drive him away go out.

Everyone present looked at Qiao Yimo with sympathy.

On the contrary, Qiao Yimo continued to return to her seat, and her thoughts re-entered the music.

Everyone present was shocked by Qiao Yimo's calmness, this little girl is really not afraid of death.

Han Jia said to the assistant next to her, "This person is really not afraid of death. She is just a mere music maker. If she breaks Ji Wen's drum set, she will probably never be able to pay for it."

The staff wiped off their sweat and said, "Miss Han, this has nothing to do with God Liang Yin, you should go out quickly, we will explain to Ji Wen later."

Does it have nothing to do with this shabby music maker in front of him?

Han Jia was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses, and said with a sarcasm on her face, "If she hadn't occupied my practice room, how could the drum's legs have broken?"

As soon as Han Jia's voice fell to the ground, a familiar male voice came over, "What's going on?"

As soon as Han Jia heard Ji Wen's voice, he knew that the composer in front of him was going to die.

Although the composer in front of him is not considered an artist, he is obviously not inferior to any female star in terms of temperament or appearance.

So, the moment Han Jia saw her, jealousy arose in Han Jia's heart.

Han Jia walked up to Ji Wen on her slender white legs, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Ji Wen, you are finally here, do you know that this dead girl broke your most beloved drum leg. "

Hearing this, Ji Wen bypassed Han Jia and walked directly to Qiao Yimo.

When Han Jia thought that Ji Wen would be furious, he walked up to the producer and questioned him fiercely, a surprise flashed across Ji Wen's face, "Long time no see, you look beautiful again."

The man's gentle tone drew dead silence from the audience on the spot.

The leg of Ji Wen's favorite shelf was broken, and instead of being angry, he walked up to this little girl and praised her?
What operation?
"Where is the injury?" Ji Wen asked in a low and gentle voice.

Qiao Yimo shook her head, her voice was flat and emotionless, "No."

The moment Qiao Yimo finished speaking, Han Jia's voice was a little coquettish, "Brother Ji Wen, with her fat body, her body is full of fat, how could she get hurt? Instead, your drum set suffered. .”

Qiao Yimo: "."

Height of 163 and weight of 89 catties.

She is fat?

Hearing this, Ji Wen looked at Han Jia with a gloomy expression, "Miss Han, this is my friend, please don't speak rudely and hurt others. And the heart is more important than the appearance. I don't think you have both."

Good words are warm in the winter, and bad words hurt the cold in June.

Listening to Ji Wen's words, all the people present secretly covered their laughter.

Han Jia gritted her teeth and looked at Qiao Yimo, her face was burning with pain.

She never thought that brother Ji Wen would defend her like this.

Han Jia couldn't bear the humiliation, so she stomped her feet and walked out.

Seeing this, the staff present also followed out so as not to disturb their work.

Ji Wen handed the water to Qiao Yimo and asked, "Did she make things difficult for you?"

Qiao Yimo let out a laugh, and said flatly, "Miss just has a temper."

A trace of tenderness flashed in Ji Wen's eyes, Qiao Yimo will always look like this.

Did she know that this would be a disadvantage.

Qiao Yimo got up to give way, hooked her finger, "Come here and see how the sound sounds?"

Ji Wen just wanted to praise, but Yu Changze outside the door took the lead, "Sister Mo's composition, how could it be bad."

Qiao Yimo raised her eyes, paused, and said in a low voice, "Stinky fart!"

Then, the girl's fair and slender fingers landed on the piano, dancing with the melody of the score, the sound was like a river flowing in the mountains, exciting and calm, sweet and warm.

Qiao Yimo's messy long hair fluttered with the rhythm of the singing, and her slender and fair neck was exposed, stunning and beautiful.

Han Jia outside the door looked at Qiao Yimo's back, and couldn't help but gasped.

Facing the girl's back, she took out her mobile phone and secretly took a picture of this scene.

If she were to say that this was the world's top girl pianist, she would believe it.

But it happened to be someone she hated.

Yu Changze and Ji Wen in the practice room were stunned.

An unknown emotion quietly grew in Ji Wen's heart, he seemed to see a different Qiao Yimo.

The corners of Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched slightly, as if she was very satisfied with her performance just now, her exquisite eyebrows and eyes raised lightly, and her voice was light, "Let's rehearse first."

Ji Wen nodded in despair.

(End of this chapter)