Chapter 1158 The Singer's Ex Boyfriend Is a Cat (38)

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

And the way she was so worried that she was about to cry.

There were some unbearable emotions surging in his heart.

I don't know what it is, but I have a clear feeling.

He didn't want to see her look so miserable.

There was a beeping sound from the phone.

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

Halfway through, he didn't laugh, and there was a sharp anger in his indifferent eyes.

In the final score, the notes of the climax were wrong by three.

Not to mention a few incomplete scores that are just mere.

So a complete song, from the first note to the song, I don't know how many processes it takes.

Just a few temporary forged pieces of paper are definitely not enough.

Of course, it is not ruled out that within five minutes, he will be a genius who can compose a song.

But Jiang Rou is obviously not that kind of person.

That song was not written by her.

Then Bai Weiwei wrote it herself.

The songs that Bai Weiwei wrote later were a little more mature than this contemptuous love.

The style is also more fresh and beautiful.

She has been improving all the time, as long as she is given a stage and a chance to debut, she will definitely become popular.

Ou Jinmo pursed her thin lips and said softly, "This time, don't try to block your chance to debut."

This is... his retribution.

Ou Jinmo was not sure, it was to repay her kindness, right?

Ou Jinmo had a fan meeting today, and he laughed until his face froze.

Signing also hurts my hand.

It was not easy to get out, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

He was still thinking about what happened to the cat in Bai Weiwei's hand.

But it must be very abrupt to make a phone call.

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

If not, does she need to borrow it?

Ou Jinmo drove the car, hesitated, and drove downstairs to Bai Weiwei's house.

Saw her rental house, brightly lit.

He knew she was there.

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

Basically fully armed.

Otherwise, it is troublesome to be recognized.

He leaned against the car and wandered around for a few laps, finally trying to come up with an excuse.

Ou Jinmo immediately quickened his pace and rushed towards her door.

He looked around, no one was there.

For fear that Bai Weiwei would treat him as a gangster or something, she refused to open the door.

He took off the mask and sunglasses, and took a deep breath, not knowing why he was nervous, then raised his hand and knocked on the door without the doorbell.

The door didn't open.

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

Finally, the door opened a gap, the chain behind the door was not untied, and a pair of eyes cautiously peeked out from behind the door.

Beautifully clarified, almond-shaped, and attractive like it's covered in shredded light.

Bai Weiwei seemed a little surprised, she frowned.

"Ou Jinmo?"

Ou Jinmo clenched his fingers unnaturally, and he instinctively showed a harmless smile like an angel.

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

Bai Weiwei was silent for a while, and then said indifferently, "Thank you for coming to inform. Actually, you can make a phone call."

Ou Jinmo felt that his palms were sweating.

Obviously, he was full of excitement in the face of the chorus of 100,000 people, and he didn't feel nervous at all.

But why are you nervous when facing Bai Weiwei?

His Adam's apple surged up and down, and then he said cheekily: "Can I go in? I need to tell you some details about the process of that good song."