Sweet Beloved Reborn

When the exciting music stopped suddenly, Song Qinghuan, who was sitting behind the drum set, closed her eyes and breathed a sigh to control her excitement.

‘This is awesome!’

“Song Qinghuan, you have impressed me as expected!” Xiang Yan was also excited.

Xiang Yan’s palms were placed on both ends of the bass. He still felt the music sound lingering in his ears. This piece of music was written by Song Qinghuan herself originally, a pure Chinese zither tone evoking war images. Xiang Yan’s team thought it was too monotonous.

So, this group of potential big players in music field got together and made modifications to it immediately. Xiang Yan, as a professional musician, thought the adaptation of this piece of music was very successful.

He patted his thigh and made the decision, “This is it. Tentatively numbered as 04 in the new album.”

As soon as Xiang Yan finished his words, there came an attractive and familiar voice. “You must have a good time.” The man spoke slowly with a smile.

“Tut,” Xiang Yan complained, “why did you come so early?”

Xu Ningzhou showed no anger at all. He knocked at the watch on his left wrist, and said with a smile, “Big Star Xiang, it’s twelve o’clock already, and we’re going to have lunch.”

“Have you finished your work?” Song Qinghuan put down the drum sticks. She hadn’t played the drum set for a long time, so she had devoted all her energy to playing the exciting instrument.

Song Qinghuan rubbed her wrists. She felt great when playing, but then she felt a little uncomfortable on the wrist.

“Um, wait.” Xu Ningzhou took out a small bottle of spray from his pocket. Then he grabbed Song Qinghuan’s arms naturally, sprayed it on her wrists and blew them gently with his mouth, “Have you finished?”

“Yes, over.”

Xiang Yan’s mouth twitched because he felt himself neglected by them. Then, he took down his bass and said, “Have lunch together?”

“Just the two of us.” Xu Ningzhou rejected him directly.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“??!!” Xiang Yan was stunned and saw Xu Ningzhou took Song Qinghuan’s hand and walked out.

“I am very happy to play music with all of you, looking forward to next time.” Song Qinghuan turned around and waved to everyone.

Xu Ningzhou was walking at an unhurried pace besides Song Qinghuan, and the latter had got used to Xu Ningzhou being so overbearing She felt her wrists warm but not very hot, and this feeling was quite comfortable. “What did you spray on me?” She could not help asking curiously.

“Feel better now?” At the moment, all the employees of Huanyu went outside for lunch, so there were few people in the office area. They entered the lift easily. Xu Ningzhou pressed the button to the second floor underground, then held Song Qinghuan’s wrists and felt the temperature.

“Yeah, I feel quite good. The effect is different from what I used.” Song Qinghuan pretended to move her wrists and broke away from Xu Ningzhou’s hand. More than that, she moved two steps away from him silently.

This man was simply unbearable. Knowing that he himself was just like a walking container of hormone, but he still kept teasing her shamelessly!

“It is a foreign drug for relieving muscle sores, which I often use.” Xu Ningzhou took out the small bottle of spray again and handed it to Song Qinghuan.

In this life, Song Qinghuan decided to be an outstanding composer.

In Xu Ningzhou’s view, those who played musical instruments relied on a pair of healthy hands just like those who worked on keyboards. Tenosynovitis might come on over time. He noticed Song Qinghuan’s wrist movement when he saw her coming down from behind the drum set.

Xu Ningzhou was very familiar with this action.

Xu Ningzhou also brought Song Qinghuan a kit of this medicine back from abroad this time. He put it in the trunk together with the gifts.

It was a romantic lunch, but in the middle of the lunch, it rained cats and dogs outside the window.

Thus, Song Qinghuan felt no hurry, and she looked at the heavy rain through the window with calm eyes, with one hand on the chin.

“Like rain?” Xu Ningzhou slightly squinted and looked at Song Qinghuan in front of him, wondering what she was looking at.

Because of the heavy rain, it was dark outside.

Their table was near the window, and Xu Ningzhou felt that Song Qinghuan was like a mystery waiting to be explored.

There were other guests in the restaurant, where the setting was elegant, and the atmosphere was also very nice against the background music. Song Qinghuan just sat opposite him, with one hand propping up her head just like a languid cat, and her face was delicate beyond description.

Xu Ningzhou touched his inner side of cheek with his tongue, and several words popped up in his mind: what a beauty.

“Um.” Song Qinghuan looked out of the window at the rain, with a smile.

She liked rainy days. Rainy days were her lucky days.

She still remembered that it was a rainy day when she was saved by a little brother. Before everything went dark before her, she saw the rainbow vaguely.

Song Qinghuan turned her head, looked at Xu Ningzhou and said, “Let’s go.”

When she stood up and turned to leave the table, she saw Jing Yu coming toward them.

There was also a lady beside Jing Yu, whom Song Qinghuan knew. That was Jing Yu’s agent.

“Hello, Young Master Xu.” Jing Yu looked at Xu Ningzhou first and then at Song Qinghuan. Then she nodded at Song Qinghuan as a greeting.

“Hi, Ms. Jing.” Xu Ningzhou glanced at Jing Yu indifferently, as if seeing a nodding acquaintance, and had no intention to communicate with her further.

After Xu Ningzhou and Song Qinghuan left side by side, Jing Yu slightly frowned and saw the table where they had lunch just now.

Zhao Ruotong did not expect to meet them here. As Jing Yu’s agent and partner of the studio, Zhao Ruotong had been with Jing Yu since she started her career.

These two people, an international movie queen and a top agent, had the same interests, so they all knew each other’s secrets very well.

After seeing Jing Yu stared at them until they disappeared completely, Zhao Ruotong showed a meaningful look on her face.

“Has she signed with Huanyu?” As Jing Yu sat down, she rubbed her eyebrows wearily and asked softly without looking up.

Zhao Ruotong shook her head and said, “No, I checked. Song Qinghuan has not signed with any company at present.”

Several entertainment companies had sent their offer to Song Qinghuan, but this girl, although young, did not try to gain more fame after making a hit, which surprised Zhao Ruotong.

“How did I forget that old lady?” Jing Yu seemed to think of something, with a scoffing expression showing on her face, and said in a disdainful tone.

“She will definitely prevent this girl from entering the entertainment circle.”

“It seems that she is very close to Mr. Xu.” Zhao Ruotong was still a little worried.

Jing Yu said nothing after a long while of contemplation. After all, now, she couldn’t intervene in the life of Song Qinghuan.

“The studio starts to look for new talents.” Zhao Ruotong looked at Jing Yu and said, “Maybe we can give it a try.”