The First Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Three Chapters

Xiao Se was particularly enthusiastic about Ouyang Shanshan, and offered advice, "Why don't we take out those photos and give this brown bear a slap in the face!"

Meimei shook her head, "Don't worry, don't take out those photos unless you have to. After all, this Ouyang Shanshan and I have no life-and-death feud. It's a bit wicked to do this.~~щww~suimеng~lā"

Xiao Se thinks about it too, it is indeed a little immoral.

"Then let's go to the newspaper office first, and then contact the TV station."

Desolate and enthusiastic, she was suffocated to death in the UK for three years, lonely as snow!

Xiong Mumu and Zhao Xuelin listened strangely and asked them what was going on with the photos. Of course, Meimei couldn't say anything. They fooled around, but they couldn't contaminate these two pure hearts.

The signing party is the day after tomorrow, there is plenty of time, enough for them to prepare, everything is ready, just wait until the day after tomorrow, and there will be lively watching.

The situation of the old lady has worsened day by day. The old man has already sent someone to prepare for the funeral. Several big leaders have come to visit the old lady. After all, she is an old comrade-in-arms.

The atmosphere of Zhao's family has always been very low, Meimei does not stay at home during the day, and goes out shopping with Xiao Se from time to time, and occasionally brings Mumu, the bear with little tail.

"Tomorrow will be the signing of the female brown bear. I'm looking forward to it!" Xiong Mumu was extremely excited.

The three of them walked around the mall, and when they got tired, they sat down and rested in the tea restaurant in the mall, and drank milk tea by the way.

"Calm down, don't be so unpromising." Xiao Se sarcastically picked up the ice juice and drank it, letting the waiter deliver another glass.

Xiong Mumu gave her a white look, and soon became happy again, and said, "Tell you the good news, Qingqing will release an album soon, including the songs I wrote, there are two!"

Meimei was also happy for him, "Congratulations, congratulations, you can wait until you release your own album next time."

Xiong Mumu tossed her long hair arrogantly and looked proud. After working hard for so many years, he can be regarded as seeing the dawn.

"Sister Qingqing is now a self-employed person or a solo worker?" Meimei asked.

Xiong Qingqing is still very close, but she seldom sees each other in the past few years, but she watches it a lot on TV. This girl left the song and dance troupe four years ago. It is said that she had a big fight with the troupe leader. Quietly resigned.

Because Xiong Qingqing is a good sister who can play,

It seems that the leader of the regiment wanted to hide the rules of her good sister, and let Xiong Qingqing know. Lu Jianbu drew a knife to help her, but her good sister was not hidden, but her iron rice bowl was smashed.

Xiong Qingqing has had a hard time in the past four years. She has been crowded out by mainstream singers everywhere. It was only in the past two years that she managed to make it through. However, she has a place in the music world. According to this trend, as long as she does not go astray and become a Sooner or later. ..

Xiong Mumu said: "It's too hard to do it alone. Sister Qingqing signed Huayu Media last year, and the company treats her well."

Huayu Media?

His brows sank, isn't this the company Wu Zhengsi worked for?

The behind-the-scenes boss seems to be Mei Shuhan. This world is really small, and they are still acquaintances going around.

"The milk tea in this tea restaurant tastes very good, I invite you to drink it." A female voice sounded outside the door, which sounded familiar.

"Shanshan, you are a famous writer now, how can you just drink milk tea, I don't care." Someone laughed.

"What a famous writer, it's just for fun, let's go to KFC after drinking milk tea, I'll just bleed a lot, and you have to cheer for me tomorrow!"

"That's natural, we have to go tomorrow even if it's a knife!"

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The voices of several girls are getting closer, and their brows can't help frowning. Even drinking milk tea can meet people who hate them. What a hell!