Lu Youyou walked in circles in the dormitory while scrolling through her phone. Suddenly, she said, " Qiao Qiao, you have more than 30000 fans on B site in just one day. That's amazing.
Chun Xiao grinned. if you break 100000, Bilibili will give you a medal. Lin Xiang and I will both get one. If you break 100000, you will get another medal. You can also attend the Annual Meeting and become one of the top 100 up Masters. We can attend the Annual Meeting together.
Lu Youyou seemed to have become Wen Qiao's manager. I've asked Lin Xiang and Chunxiao, they basically post a video once a week. Weekly update, you do the same.
"Okay. Youyou, you should get an account too."
Lu Youyou was a little embarrassed. "I'm not as good as you guys, so I won't embarrass myself."
Chun Xiao said excitedly, " how are you lacking? you can even get into Central Conservatory of Music. How can you be lacking? we can form the four swordsmen. How cowardly.
Lu Youyou clasped her hands. alright, I'll open it too. The two bosses can also help me out.
"No problem," Chun Xiao replied.
"Sure." Lin Xiang raised her eyebrows.
Room 502 was harmonious, but the atmosphere in Room 504 took a sharp turn.
Xu Lu's face darkened as she reviewed the video of their performance in Austria. There was no problem with the performance, but Zhuang Yan had not looked at her at all except for the time when they were cooperating on stage.
She was a little resentful. She didn't know when it started, but everyone in the world was standing on Wen Qiao's side.
Back in high school, she was the one who enjoyed the attention of the public.
It was as if from the moment Wen Qiao suddenly went to the Wen family to ask for money, everything was falling apart at an uncontrollable speed.
It was as if Wen Qiao had suddenly changed into a different person. She was omnipotent and could even recover the lost Zhuang Yan's heart. No matter how much she backed down, it was useless to conquer a city.
It was just composing.
She had been learning the piano since she was six years old and was proficient in music. She could definitely do it.
She did as she was told. She was also familiar with music arrangement software. In just one night, she had come up with a complete song.
She admired herself for a while, then found the email of song Hao, the music director of hai Mao music, and clicked send.
It was still raining outside. It was often rainy in Haicheng during autumn, and the weather was getting cooler.
On the weekend, Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou returned home. When they passed by a Wutong path, they saw he Qian and one of Fu Nanli's flight attendants sitting by the French windows of the garden restaurant. She couldn't recall their names at that moment.
Thinking that they could be considered ex-colleagues, Wen Qiao didn't think much of having a meal and chatting with them.
It was raining outside the window. He Qian sipped on her black tea. The person sitting opposite her was Wang Shan. She usually fawned over he Qian. Everyone knew that he Qian's family was the heiress of the largest cosmetics group in the country.
"Qianqian, you're not in the cabin crew. We all missed you."
"Is that so?" he Qian smiled bitterly.
Oh, that's right. After you left that day, Xiao Ji mentioned that the captain and the others are going back to the old house to celebrate the old Madam's birthday.
He Qian's eyelids twitched.
Little CEO Ji asked the pilot if he wanted to bring Wen Qiao back, but the pilot said no.
"Why not?" he Qian asked with rapt attention.
It seems that the captain's family elders still don't know about Wen Qiao's existence. They said that they would find a suitable opportunity to introduce her to their family.
He Qian's eyes drooped. She was struggling internally. Should she take that step and do everything in her power to destroy them, just like the bad women on TV?
Would Mrs. Fu and old master Fu accept a girl like Wen Qiao as their sole heir's girlfriend?
After all, the Wen family did not acknowledge her.
She was nothing.
In the upper class, the deviation of family status would always exist.
She was a little confused and hesitant.