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Chapter 992 Sister Nian Throws the Paper and Pen in Front of Her

Chapter 992 Sister Nian threw the paper and pen in front of her

"Tsk. Did you write it?" Qiao Nian smiled, the arc he evoked was sinister and arrogant.

Qiao Ai was inexplicably confused by her laughter, but at this moment she was forced to have no way out. Even if Qiao Nian laughed so hard that her scalp almost exploded, she could only bite the bullet and bite her tongue and not let go: "No.

Wrong, I wrote that song."

"Qiao Nian, you should remember clearly that I wrote the song at the beginning. I just asked you to help me look at it and change it. The song is my song." She did not forget to 'remind' the other party.

The girl didn't talk nonsense to her. In front of Master Steven, she walked to the bedside table, bent down, picked up the pen and paper, and threw it on the hospital bed. She raised her eyebrows very arrogantly and said concisely: "Since you wrote it. Come on, you

Write another one."

Qiao Ai: "..."

Qiao Nian glanced at her casually and saw her speechless expression, which was quite indifferent: "What? Didn't you just keep saying that I slandered you and that it was all your stuff? Since you wrote it yourself,

I just 'polished' it for you. It shouldn't be a big problem if you write another one in front of your teacher."

Master Steven also looked at her, his blue eyes full of hope. After all, Qiao Ai was his student. Whether it was emotion or reason, he still hoped that Qiao Ai could prove himself.

Qiao Ai was stared at by several eyes, her fair face slowly turned crimson, and her face turned red in the blink of an eye. She didn't dare to meet the eyes of several people, she looked away and said in a weak voice: "My

My hand is hurt."

"Ha!" Qiao Nian had no intention of letting her go today. He calmly picked up the pen and paper on the hospital bed, standing proudly and gracefully: "It doesn't matter, I can write for you. You say it, and I will write it for you.

"

Qiao An turned his head and stared at her with his crimson eyes, as if he wanted to eat her. He lowered his voice and said, "Qiao Nian, you did it on purpose, right?"

"What's the purpose?" Qiao Nian held the pen with her jade-like fingers and looked at her lazily. She seemed to have come to her senses and smiled: "You said I deliberately made things difficult for you? It's not you who said you were the arranger who won the award.

You wrote it, and I’ll give you a chance to prove that you’re wrong too?”

Qiao Ai gritted his teeth: "Writing arrangements also requires environment and inspiration. You think it's homework and you can write it casually. Can you write it in such a short time?"

She said this originally because she wanted to distance herself.

Who would have thought that the girl wearing a black T-shirt and a peaked cap had a frivolous look on her face and answered casually: "I can."

*

Outside the door, Ye Wangchuan leaned against the door of the ward.

Gu Sanchu stood next to him respectfully, but in fact he was blocking the others from outside.

Shen Jingyan and Wei Ling were standing not far away.

Shen Jingyan's face was ashen, while Wei Ling held his arm, as if to persuade him not to be impulsive. The expressions on both of their faces were ugly.

They had all seen the dispute between Qiao Nian and Qiao Ai in the ward, and they had also heard the arrangement fragments that Qiao Nian gave to Master Steven.

Compared to Shen Jingyan, Wei Ling had a stronger sense of uneasiness.

She is also a piano student herself, and with the support of the Wei family, she is somewhat capable in this area. As soon as the arrangements on Qiao Nian's phone were played, she concluded that there was something wrong with the arrangement that Qiao Nian won the Grammy Award for.

, must have used other people’s stuff.

Later, Qiao Nian directly exposed this point in public and asked Qiao Ai to prove herself. Her uneasiness became even stronger.

"I seem to have heard those few arrangements just now somewhere..." Wei Ling spoke in a low voice, close to Shen Jingyan's ear, for fear of being heard by others.

(End of chapter)


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