366. It’s Difficult to Write a Song Praising the President
After a while, there was another rustling sound under the pavilion. www
Mi Xiaomi didn't even bother to raise her eyelids and asked lazily, "What new tricks are there this time?"
The bodyguards who were climbing up to the pavilion were slightly startled, "Miss Mi, the emperor asked us to take you down..."
Mi Xiaomi suddenly opened her eyes wide and glanced around in disbelief.
Two bodyguards have already climbed up to the pavilion, and the remaining bodyguards are holding on to the long ladder, and a very wide and soft life mat has been pulled out from below.[
Mi Xiaomi's heart tightened, and she felt slightly guilty for her villainous behavior just now.
But soon, calm returned.
The big devil always does things inexplicably. He will treat you well one moment, but he will torture you severely the next moment.
Maybe I let you go in order to bully you even more fiercely!
He tightened his little paws and followed the two bodyguards, "What are the conditions this time?" Letting her go will not be in vain.
The bodyguard frowned slightly, "Young Master Huang said that he wants to see the first draft of the lyrics before sunset tonight."
Mi Xiaomi's bright eyes narrowed, and she knew there was a condition.
When Mi Xiaomi went down the long ladder, the bodyguards were like guarding a princess, carefully protecting her, fearing that she would be slightly injured.
This made Mi Xiaomi very uncomfortable. After a lot of trouble, it only took half an hour to get down the ladder...
The bodyguards took her into the inner hall, through the hall, and into a small but chic restaurant.
The dining table is filled with all kinds of food, including Chinese and Western food, and fruit platters.
Mi Xiaomi had been hungry all day and was already hungry.
He stepped forward unceremoniously and started devouring it.
After eating and drinking enough, I started to burp, climbed onto the sofa, hugged the pillow, and fell asleep.
The bodyguards looked at each other, stepped forward, and said respectfully, "Miss Mi, there are less than seven hours until dark, so please hurry up..."
Mi Xiaomi's sleepiness was instantly swept away, and she gritted her teeth with hatred...
"Paper, pen! And a guitar!"
The bodyguards quickly found paper and pen and handed them to her, "Ms. Mi, you write the lyrics first and the guitar. We have sent people to the city center to buy it. It is estimated that it will arrive before dark at the soonest..."
"Without a guitar, I can't write lyrics!" She is used to tuning music and writing lyrics at the same time.[
"Miss Mi, don't be like this. If the first draft can't be published before dark, we can't explain it..."
Several bodyguards surrounded her ears, chattering like flies, making her have the urge to hit the wall.
"That's enough, you forced me. The first draft was not good and he lost his temper. Don't blame me..."
Mi Xiaomi kicked all the bodyguards out, nestled on the sofa, hugged the pillow, bit the end of a pen, and thought hard.
All that flashed through my mind was Li Juehuang’s fault!
Writing a song praising him was more uncomfortable for her than giving her a beating.
"You are like a piece of blue sky..." Delete, delete, his face is always covered with dark clouds, even the sky is a terrifying thunderstorm!
"You are like that sea!" Delete, delete, delete, continue to delete!
His heart was as deep and dangerous as the sea. A tsunami could come at any time and drown people!
"You're like..."
Mi Xiaomi anxiously threw the paper on the sofa, her big eyes flashing.
She really couldn't write half a word to praise him.
Unhappily, he grabbed the paper and pen in his hand and scribbled on them for no apparent reason...
The paper, which was one meter wide and two meters long, was filled up without even realizing it...