Chapter 992 Sister Nian Threw the Paper and Pen in Front of Her

"Tsk. What did you write?" Qiao Nian smiled, and the arc was sinister and arrogant.

Qiao Yan was inexplicably confused by her smile, but at this moment she was forced to have no way out, even if Qiao Nianxiao's scalp was about to explode, she could only bite the bullet and bite her mouth tightly: "No Wrong, that song was written by me."

"Qiao Nian, you should remember very clearly that I wrote the song at the beginning, but I just asked you to help me read it and change it. The song is mine." She still didn't forget to "remind" the other party.

The girl didn't talk nonsense with her. In front of Master Steven, she walked to the bedside table, bent down, picked up the pen and paper, and threw it on the hospital bed. Her raised eyebrows were arrogant, and she said concisely, "Since you wrote it. Come on, you Write another one."

Qiao Yan: "..."

Qiao Nian glanced at her casually, and when she saw her speechless expression, she was quite indifferent: "What. You didn't just keep saying that I slandered you, that it was all yours, since it was all written by you, I'll 'polish' it for you, it shouldn't be a big deal if you write another question in front of your teacher."

Master Steven also looked at her, his blue eyes full of expectations, Qiao Yan was his student after all, whether it was emotional or rational, he still hoped that Qiao Yan could prove himself.

Qiao Yan was watched by several lines of sight, her fair face slowly climbed to crimson, and her face flushed red in the blink of an eye, she didn't dare to meet several lines of sight, don't start, and said in a weak voice: "My The hand is injured."

"Ha!" Qiao Nian didn't plan to let her go today, and calmly picked up the pen and paper on the hospital bed, standing in a beautiful and sassy posture: "It doesn't matter, I can write for you. You say, I will write for you. "

Qiao Yan turned his head and stared at her with blushing eyes again, as if he wanted to eat her, and lowered his voice: "Qiao Nian, you did it on purpose!"

"What is it on purpose?" Qiao Nian held the pen with her jade-like fingers, and looked at her lazily. She seemed to have reacted and smiled: "You said that I deliberately embarrassed you? It's not you who said that you were the one who won the award. Written, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself wrong too?"

Qiao Yan gritted his teeth: "Writing and arranging music also requires environment and inspiration. If you think it's homework, you can write it casually. Can you write it in such a short period of time?"

She said this to try to get rid of herself.

Who would have thought that the girl wearing a black T-shirt and a peaked cap had frivolous eyebrows and answered casually, "I can."

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Outside the door, Ye Wuchuan leaned against the door of the ward.

Gu Sanchu stood beside him respectfully, but he was actually keeping the others out.

Shen Jingyan and Wei Ling were standing not far away.

Shen Jingyan's face was ashen, while Wei Ling took his arm, as if to persuade him not to be impulsive, the expressions on their faces were ugly.

They have all seen the dispute between Qiao Nian and Qiao An in the ward, including the arrangement fragments that Qiao Nian handed to Master Steven, and they have also heard it.

Compared with Shen Jingyan, Wei Ling has a stronger sense of unease.

She is also a piano learner herself. Besides, backed by the Wei family, she has some skills in this area. As soon as the arrangement of Qiao Nian's mobile phone was released, she concluded that there was something wrong with Qiao Yan's arrangement for winning the Grammy Award. , must have used other people's things.

Later, Qiao Nian directly exposed this point in public, and asked Qiao Yan to prove herself, and her sense of unease became stronger.

"I seem to have heard those few arrangement clips just now..." Wei Ling said in a low voice, sticking to Shen Jingyan's ear, for fear of being heard by others.