Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

"Well, Hello, Mr. Xiao He, I'm hang YunRuo." Hang YunRuo is stiff. At that moment, Xiao He's eyes became very sharp. It seemed that he wanted to see through hang YunRuo, but he soon recovered as usual.

Xiao He went to see it with the idea of looking at hang YunRuo. Because many of a person's personality and habits can be revealed in the external.

But he found very speechless that hang YunRuo was just a piece of white paper. I don't know what's wrong with Mu Jingyang's head. I like such a girl.

"Why are you so polite? Come and sit down! " Xiao He takes care of hang YunRuo with a smile,

His attitude is very mild. He doesn't regard hang YunRuo as a guest at all, but more like a friend.

I've been wandering the world for so many years. He saw at a glance that hang YunRuo's emotion fluctuated greatly. It's just too easy to trust people.

Now, while she hasn't seen too many people, she quickly uses her own skills to leave a deep impression on her heart.

Xiao He didn't know why he wanted to leave a good impression on hang YunRuo. Anyway, he just thought it was necessary, so he followed his own feelings.

"All right. Thank you Hang YunRuo is not polite. Xiao he greets her like this, which makes her less nervous at first. It's a lot easier for the whole person.

When she came to sit down opposite Xiao He, she saw that Xiao He seemed to be writing an article.

"Mr. Xiao He, what are you doing?" I'm curious. She did not hold back, but directly asked Xiao He.

After all, it's "writing a story? Don't you write the lyrics? " Hang YunRuo is even more strange. He has never heard that Xiao He is still a writer, although his identity is acceptable.

But if a writer writes a story like this, I'm afraid no one else can understand it except himself.

"Every story is a song, and the lyrics I want have been gradually unfolded in the story." Xiao He finally stopped writing and seemed to be thinking about how to write next.

If a story is simply created into a song, countless people will listen to this song, which will produce countless different stories and harvest countless touching and memories.

"Oh! I see Hang YunRuo suddenly realized why Xiao He was called the soul singer, because his songs can let everyone find their own.

Hang YunRuo was no exception. At that time, she listened to little girl repeatedly, hearing the dawn all the time, her eyes were red.

"Why, do you listen to my songs, too?" With a faint smile, Xiao He asked hang YunRuo with great interest.

In fact, there is no need to ask, from the very beginning he saw hang YunRuo, he already knew that hang YunRuo must be listening to his song, and found himself in the song.

Xiao He's heart sighed, he wrote so many songs, many people can find themselves, and his songs, but never their own.

"Well, I like your songs very much. I listen to them every day." Hang YunRuo nodded with excitement in his eyes, like a happy little girl.

At this time, she realized that her idol was sitting in front of her, not an old friend she had known for a long time, and her mood became better.

"That's a great honor for me." Xiao He smiles and lowers his head. He doesn't look at hang YunRuo. He holds his hand and loosens it.

He can't see such an innocent smile now, without any intention and desire. I also want to be so funny once, not so charming, but from the heart of the smile.

But after such a long time, he found that he could smile at any time so charming, but not so happy.

"You're great!" Hang YunRuo said with embarrassment, but his tone was full of affirmation and praise.

A song that resonates with so many people must be a good one. As a songwriter, he can connect thousands of emotions. It's really powerful.

"Is it?" Xiao He was slightly stunned. He raised his head and saw that hang YunRuo's face was full of seriousness without any affectation. He immediately believed it.

Maybe he will only believe the words of this kind of girl who has no intention. Over the years, he has been doing better and better, and he has heard more and more praise,

Hang YunRuo's praise is obviously clumsy, and it's not so gorgeous. It's just a sincere "you're great!", All of a sudden hit on the heartstrings of Xiao He.

"Really, you are very good. We all know and recognize this." Hang YunRuo answered positively. It was strange that Xiao He asked in reply, but she didn't think much about it.

"Thank you." Xiao He said thanks to hang YunRuo very seriously and sincerely.

This makes him feel very happy, because finally there is a person who can let him face with real temperament. He feels that the mask on his face has been taken off, and the whole person is full of relaxation.

"It's all right! Let's talk about my work. " Hang YunRuo quickly waved his hand. I don't know why Xiao he suddenly said thanks so solemnly. Is he also a gentleman?

I heard that my job is to make the cover for the album. Although I'm an artist, I'm not wrong, but the album still needs to use various high-tech means, and I may not be competent.

This is not an ordinary album, but an album of a superstar. If the album is flawed because of one person, how many people's efforts will be wasted.

"I decided to leave the album to you." Suddenly, Xiao He made such a decision and said very seriously.

When hang YunRuo heard this, his legs softened and he almost didn't fall off his chair.

Give it to yourself? How is that possible? I don't have any experience in making albums, and I don't know how to use high technology. I'm not going to give up treatment if I give it to myself?

Today's art industry is not so big. Why is it so difficult for us

To tell the truth, hang YunRuo is very interested in this matter, but she knows her ability, so she still refuses.