Chapter 1138 The Singer's Ex Boyfriend Is a Cat (17)

Fortunately, Bai Weiwei's taste is soft and delicious.

He squinted, the thought of running away in his mind faded.

Suddenly, a hand touched his head lightly on his head.

Bai Weiwei closed her eyes and muttered like a sleepwalker, "Good night."

Ou Jinmo froze, then slowly relaxed his body, and hummed impatiently, "Meow~"

Got it, woman.

[Ding, the male lead's favorability score is minus fifteen. 】

Ou Jinmo opened his eyes, and the morning sunlight came in from the window.

He froze for a long time with a dark face, and suddenly jumped up from the bed.

Immediately rushed to the piano room to open the piano, and began to recall the scores that I saw last night.

He has a good memory, and he has already written most of the three songs in seven, seven, eight, eight.

He played the piano and hummed, with a voice like the sound of nature, which was particularly amazing when matched with the high-level tunes.

Because Bai Weiwei didn't write the lyrics, he could only hum.

After singing, he froze and sat by the piano in a daze.

He clutched the paper tightly and looked at the score on it.

It wasn't a dream, he felt so clearly that it wasn't a dream, it was really Bai Weiwei's cat.

He knew it was impossible to make such a few tunes in a dream.

Even if he was thinking about it every day and dreaming at night, the song he dreamed of could not be like this.

Because the style is completely different from his.

Ou Jinmo heard the sound of the door opening, and then a sweet voice sounded.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Before Ou Jinmo could respond, the door of the piano room was opened.

A pretty woman in jeans and a white shirt walked in with a soy milk fritter in her hand and smiling.

Jiang Rou said, "Brother, you got inspiration so early in the morning, what song did you write again?"

Ou Jinmo's talent in composition and lyrics is first-class.

But because the style is too elegant and difficult.

There is no song that she sang well, and Ou Jinmo is the kind of person who treats his works so arrogantly as to be obsessed with cleanliness.

She could not sing the taste of his work.

He wouldn't write songs for her.

This is also the reason why Jiang Rou has no representative works and has been unable to catch fire.

Of course, this meant that she didn't steal Bai Weiwei's songs.

Ou Jinmo's expression was displeased for a moment. He hated the most when someone entered his piano room while he was creating.

But when he saw that it was his sister, he managed to suppress his unhappiness, revealing a few sincere smiles.

"Xiaorou, you woke up early today."

She always slept till afternoon.

Jiang Rou pouted, "I'm still wondering if you haven't had breakfast again."

She saw the sheet music in his hand with sharp eyes, reached out and grabbed it, and immediately flipped through it.

"Is this a new song?" she said, humming immediately, startled.

"Brother, have you changed your style? It's so gentle and good to listen to. It's not suitable for you to sing. Is it for me?"

When Ou Jinmo saw her take it, his face changed, he immediately reached out and grabbed it, and then his tone became low, "It's not for you."

Jiang Rou's smile froze, although her new song was a hit.

Fans are eagerly waiting for her next good single.

Because everyone believes that she is Ou Jinmo's younger sister, she can write such good songs like a genius brother.

And because she was involved in the plagiarism incident, although her navy and fans settled the incident very well.

And poured dirty water on Bai Weiwei, making her completely unable to turn over.

But she still needs the next big hit song to completely establish her position as a little queen.

She must continue to stay in this position, because only in this way... can Ou Jinmo have a way out in the future when Ou Jinmo knows that she is not his sister.

Jiang Rou said cheekily, "Brother, my singing skills have improved to a new level recently, so you can send me a song."

Ou Jinmo has already squeezed the paper in his hand, he is a little perfunctory: "Next time I write a song, I will give you one."

Jiang Rou looked at the paper in his hand.

Ou Jinmo put the score in the box next to the piano.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

This is Bai Weiwei's song, and it's still a song to be contested. No matter how much he hates her, he won't let her song go wrong.

Jiang Rou was a little unwilling to watch those songs.

She just hummed a passage, which was so fitting for her style.

Ou Jinmo absentmindedly ate soy milk fritters, thinking about dried fish with white meat.

After eating, he suddenly thought of something, called his agent, "Accepted the commission of the judge of that good song."

After Ou Jinmo finished the phone call, he hugged his head in despair.

What kind of stupid thing did he do? In order to know how many good songs Bai Weiwei can write, he actually accepted an invitation that he shouldn't have accepted.

And when Ou Jinmo was on the phone, Jiang Rou sneaked into his piano room and saw the sheet music in the box.

She hesitated for a while before secretly taking the top song.

It's just a song, and Ou Jinmo will definitely not blame her.

He hurt her so much.