Chapter 1133 The former singer boyfriend is a cat (38)

Ou Jinmo closed his eyes, and the red eyes of Bai Weiwei last night appeared repeatedly in his mind.

And she was worried about the way she cried.

There was some unbearable emotion in his heart.

I don't understand what it is, but I feel very clear.

He didn't want to see her so uncomfortable.

The information from the mobile phone is heard.

Ou Jinmo looked at the phone coldly, and when he opened it, he saw the scores that Jiang Rou sent him.

He looked at him halfway and smiled, and there was a sharp anger in his cold eyes.

In the final score, the notes of the climax are all three wrong.

Not to mention the few broken pieces of the area.

So a complete song, from the first note to the song, does not know how much process is needed.

It is certainly not enough for a few temporary forged papers.

Of course, it is not ruled out that within five minutes, it is the genius of the song.

But Jiang Rou is obviously not the kind of person.

That song was not written by herself.

Then it is written by Bai Weiwei himself.

The song that Bai Weiwei later wrote is more mature than this one.

The style is also fresher and more beautiful.

She has been making progress, just give her a stage and let her have a chance to debut, then she will definitely be red.

Ou Jinmo licked his thin lips and said softly: "This time, no one wants to block your chance to debut."

This is... his retribution.

Ou Jinmo is not sure, it is good to report it.

Ou Jinmo had a fan meeting today, and he laughed and his face was stiff.

Signature also sign in hand pain.

It’s hard to get out, it’s already seven o'clock in the evening.

He also missed the cat in the hands of Bai Weiwei.

But when you call the phone, it must be awkward.

And he thought that Bai Weiwei was still eating instant noodles, and the cat's medical expenses didn't know if she had it.

If not, does she need to borrow?

Ou Jinmo drove the car, hesitating, and even opened to Bai Weiwei's downstairs.

I saw her in the rental house and the lights were bright.

He knew she was there.

Ou Jinmo got out of the car, wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat.

Basically fully armed.

If you don't, it is trouble to be recognized.

He leaned on the side of the car and took a few laps, and he finally made an excuse.

Ou Jinmo immediately stepped up and rushed to her door.

He looked around and there was no one.

I was afraid that Bai Weiwei would treat him as a gangster and refused to open the door.

He took the mask and the sunglasses down, then took a deep breath, didn't know what he was nervous, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door without the doorbell.

The door did not open.

Ou Jinmo did not feel discouraged and continued to knock on the door.

Finally, the door opened a gap, the back door chain did not come down, and the door carefully looked out for a pair of eyes.

The clarification is beautiful, the shape of the almonds, and the inside is as attractive as the broken light.

Bai Weiwei seemed a little surprised, she frowned.

"European ink?"

Ou Jin ink fingers are some unnaturally tight, and he instincts an angel-like smile.

"Bai Weiwei, I am here to inform you that you have passed the primary selection of good songs and will be on TV three days later."

Bai Weiwei was silent for a while before he said indifferently: "Thank you for your notice, in fact, you can make a call."

Ou Jinmo felt that his palms were sweating.

He was smashed in the face of 100,000 chorus singers, and there was no feeling of tension at all.

But why is it that I am nervous when I face Bai Weiwei?

His throat rushed up and down, and he said with a thick face: "Can I go in? Some of the good songs need to tell you in detail."

(End of this chapter)