She was tired and drunk. She mumbled something that he could not hear clearly and fell into his arms.
"Without me, that family would be gone."
"Yes."
"That's why I'm trying so hard to survive."
"Yes."
Fu Nanli hugged her.
His embrace and her body were so compatible.
After hugging her for a long time, the breathing of the person in his arms gradually calmed down. He put her down again and gently covered her with a thin silk blanket.
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The he family's car slowly left. He Juan gently stroked the ring on his index finger and rested his elbow on the window.
the way Nan Li looked at Wen Qiao was infatuated and indulgent. Xiaoyan, I advise you not to be like a moth flying into the fire.
"Brother, why are you always on the side of outsiders?" He Yan asked with a light look in her eyes.
Her brother's sharp gaze made her feel a little aggrieved.
"You should think carefully whether I'm helping an outsider or doing this for your own good."
He Yan lowered her eyes and stopped talking.
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After half a month of hard work, the song composed by Xu Lu herself was finally released.
She posted it on her Weibo. Because she had done marketing before, she had more than 400000 fans on Weibo.
She was very ambitious and wanted to do a pay-to-view program.
A day after he posted it on Weibo, the number of views was in the single digits.
Her heart sank when she saw the number.
He could only lower the barrier and change paid-to-view to free.
The number of people listening to the song increased slightly, reaching three digits. In total, there were only about 200 people listening to the song.
Because Xu Lu didn't put her name on the song, her fans didn't know that the song was written by her, and they all complained in the comments section-
To sum it up, it didn't sound good.
Xu Lu was defeated.
Was she satisfied?
She was naturally unwilling to accept this.
She felt that the main reason why her song couldn't be popular was because it wasn't packaged, promoted, and had no professional record company. In that case, she would spend some money on marketing.
Online marketing required money.
Uncle Wen had cut off her credit card a long time ago for revealing that Wen mo had autism. Now, she had to ask her mother for this considerable marketing fee.
For a shrewd person like Zhong Hui, she naturally had her own Treasury after so many years.
She was also willing to spend money to raise her daughter.
200,000 Yuan of promotion fees were spent just like that.
It was nothing more than inviting some third-rate music critics and marketing accounts to praise the song, and then going to TikTok to take a look.
The money had been spent, the marketing had been done, and all the flattery had been done.
However, the song did not become as popular as Xu Lu had expected. Not only was it not popular, it was even a flop.
200,000 Yuan went to waste just like that. She was angry and her heart ached. She felt that she had a talent that did not come by.
However, she didn't dare to continue throwing money into the song.
After all, this song was posted on Xu Lu's own Weibo. After that, Lu Youyou had followed up with a series of sneaky operations, buying marketing and fake reviewers.
She didn't avoid it and directly used her main account to mock him.
[@ Lu Youyou: some people really think that anyone can be mu Yue's teacher. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can compose a song and dream of becoming popular. They can't even earn back their marketing fees. I feel bad for you.]
When Xu Lu saw this Weibo post, she was so angry that she almost smashed her phone.
You, Lu Youyou, are a joke. How dare you laugh at me?
However, Lu Youyou was a Shrew. If she was really provoked, she could directly hit her and even shout at her dormitory door.
Xu Lu could only endure this.
Everything was not going well, and she was going crazy.
Xu Lu's eyes immediately lit up.