Hai Shizi raised his eyebrows secretly and said with a smile: "Where, not only is it not abrupt, but I am flattered."

Jonas "Nicholas" smiled innocently, "I admire you very much, I know you come from a poor country. Nicholas, I like your character very much, confident and free. But What I want to tell you as a senior is that in this competitive world where there are so many masters, there is no one to help you, and you are likely to be like the sand on the beach, lost in the sea of ​​entertainment. Nig Ruth, I'd love to be the one to help you out."

A very subtle expression appeared on Heiziz's face, "Senior Jonas, I know that there is no free lunch in the world."

Jonas coughed twice, "There is no free lunch in the world, so I believe that my lunch is absolutely worth the money you paid for. I will help you with ten points, and you need to repay me with one point. I It will take you to the stage of world music, and you only need to send me a few songs every year, how? I think this is not difficult for you, but if you don't have a backstage and work hard in the entertainment industry, believe me, even if Give you fifty years, and you may not have the future I promised you. You are great, but there are many people who are as good as you or even better than you. That Mitchell in the music room next to you is It's one of them, there are so many great people, why are you the only one who is famous? Sometimes, you want to get something, and you always have to give something else. Nigelles, are you saying what I said right?"

Hai Shizi was silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought. About two minutes passed before I heard Hayashi say, "Senior Jonas, there are so many outstanding people, why are you the only one famous?"

Jonas froze all over, and the smile on his face was a little stagnant, "I am lucky, I met a noble person, that is Mr. Borg, who took me through a lot of detours. The rest is me The result of your own efforts."

"Some people seem to be born to be successful, and some people can't reach the height they expect in their entire lives. Are unsuccessful people worse than others? Not necessarily. I know a lot of singers who are outside the third line. They The sound quality is unique and the singing is beautiful, but they just can't enter the public's field of vision; some people have attracted attention at the beginning, but in those one or two years, they are like shooting stars in the sky, after passing the brightest side in front of the audience, They fell into silence, lingered and struggled desperately, and could not turn over any waves; and some people, because of the infinite exposure and the secret help of nobles, went smoothly from the beginning, and took many detours. This is There are several different kinds of life, whether you want to be constantly over-consumed by the company, or you want to use the company as a springboard to achieve yourself, it is all up to you."

"Hahaha, it's a pity that Senior Jonas is not a speaker. Senior Jonas, I know what you want. Mr. Borg came to talk to me before, it's not that I deliberately embarrassed you, there are some things that I can't say. I'm not actually the creator of the songs you're looking at, I just wrote them down and used them to practice my voice." Heiziz shrugged and said regretfully, "I really did what you said about the shortcuts. I yearn for it, but for the sake of Senior Jonas' future, it is necessary for me to meet you frankly and tell you the truth."

Jonas opened his eyes suddenly. "And what about the songs you sang during the competition? Someone else wrote them?"

"Oh, that's not true. I wrote it myself. My voice is low, so most of the songs I write are in the style of the competition, which are completely different from the ones you like."

"Senior Jonas, it's not that I don't want to help you. To be honest, I refused Mr. Borg's request for your own good. As you said, some people are obviously better than others, why keep quiet. They Maybe they don't care about the outside world. They want to live alone and live happily like a hermit master. I can tell Senior Jonas responsibly. I'm not just targeting you, I mean all the musicians in the music company. We No one sings these tunes with one-tenth the emotion of their own masters. So you can't sing this tune, if the hermits hear their tune and sign your name. Once If you are forced to run out and sing the original version, you will be the one who will be hurt."

"They? These pieces weren't made by one person?"

"Everyone has their own creative style. The styles of these songs are very different. Of course, they were not composed by one person. Can't Senior Jonas see it?"

Jonas coughed twice in embarrassment, then he thought about the amazing songs he heard, gritted his teeth and said unwillingly: "Then your villagers, can't it be possible to convince them? Since you came from there, There must be a way." Jonas stood up and walked over to Hedgez, holding Hedgez's hands cordially and begging, "Niggles, these songs are really important to me, If you can help me persuade those few people, I promise you that I can help you reach a height you never thought possible."

Heiziz groped his chin and thought for a moment: "I tried my best, but it's hard to tell when it's time, and it's hard to tell the final result. As for the reward, it's fine to go to the top, but I may ask Jonas-senpai if I have something in the future. Help, senior, don't reject me."

Jonas' eyes lit up, "That's natural!"

Jonas did not achieve his purpose when he left, but it was a gain.

These two omegas, one has a backstage and the other has both sides, even have two brushes.

Once these two people grow up, they will definitely become stumbling blocks and opponents blocking their way forward, and they must be strangled in the bud.

Hezitz seemed to be sincere, but after a few words he pushed him out. Neither agree to him nor reject him. Neither offend him nor flatter him. Coupled with his talent, even without a backstage, he is a force to be reckoned with.

And Bai Lixin, although arrogant and rude, has actually been appreciated by the helm of the Lambert family. If he can seize this opportunity, his future is even more limitless.

Jonas thought in his heart, and then he quickened his pace and called Mr. Borg to his house at the same time.

Jonas and Borg arrived at Jonas' house almost at the same time. As soon as they entered the house, Jonas circled Borg's large body with his backhand and sighed, "Mr. Borg, only you can help me now. "

Borg was shocked, and his shrewd expression instantly became dull.

After a while, he reacted and hugged Jonas backhand excitedly, "What's the matter, Venus in my heart."

"I went to Nicholas," Jonas broke free from Borg's arms and looked up at him with tears in his eyes. "He's not the original creator of those songs that we liked."

"What?!" Borg was taken aback. "Isn't he?"

"Do you know where Nigelles came from? He said that the creator of the song was a person from his hometown. Although he promised me that he would help me find those people and convince them, I can't fully believe what Nigelus said. Mr. Borg, please help me find the true original creator of these tunes."

Borg nodded heavily, "Okay! Trust me, I will definitely find Nigelles' hometown, and I will deliver everything you want to you."

Jonas smiled softly, hugged Borg again and got into Borg's arms, "Mr. Borg, for so many years, you are the only one who has always helped me. Without you, Mr. Borg, I am afraid there will be no Jonah today. S, thank you."

Borg looked down at Jonas gently, and saw his smooth, slender neck through his collar. The breath between his breaths began to thicken, and if there was a faint omega pheromone flowing into the tip of his nose, it made his mouth dry and tongue, and his eyes gradually began to heat up.

Borg swallowed, and when another faint smell rushed into the tip of his nose, Borg couldn't hold himself anymore. He suddenly hugged Jonas around his waist and walked into the bedroom familiarly.

In the room, the rich pheromones began to slowly escape outward, and Jonas flushed even more, with a blurred look on his face. His eyes were charming, his mouth let out a soft moan, and his hands touched his body uncontrollably.

Borg said with a trembling voice: "Have your pheromones escaped?"

"Okay, it seems so." Jonas nodded and stretched out his arms to Borg, "Mr. Borg, help me."

"Okay!" Yes, his Jonas is like an angel, and only when the pheromone escapes will he so boldly extend his arms to him because he is out of control.

His little angel ha!

The pheromone in the room is rich, and there is a strong liquid smell mixed with the pheromone.

The lingering between the two lasted for three days and three nights, during which they would not sleep and make love like a tireless beast.

Three days later, as the pheromones gradually dissipated, Borg slowly regained his senses.

He looked at Jonas, who was tortured and weakened by himself, with a look of infatuation in his eyes. He bent down and kissed Jonas' forehead. Borg stood up softly and walked towards the kitchen.

The bed was sticky, and Jonas' long golden hair covered his body, and his body was blue and purple, and it was gorgeous.

Borg walked to the bathroom, and halfway through, he heard Jonas' cell phone ring.

Borg walked over quickly, glanced at the phone and then picked it up and said in a low voice, "Hey, it's my Borg."

"..." "Jonas is resting. I've been working with him on the new record for the past two days. He just fell asleep."

"..." "Notice? Let him cancel it."

"..." "What reason? Why don't you think for yourself? I didn't hire you to ask me for a reason!"