"A man who is even handsome with pores instantly reduced the men in our office area to scum..."
"Comparing him with our Mr. Su, who is more handsome???"
"In my opinion, Mr. Su is more handsome and more MAN! Mu Xicheng makes me feel so charming..."
"No, I think IAN is more handsome, damn, it's a sight to see just standing there!"
"It seems that we can't compare. Our Mr. Su has a purely male heroic spirit, while Mu Xicheng is more beautiful than a woman... He doesn't fit the word handsome. He should be described as handsome."
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In the evening, the fiery red glow enveloped Sujia Winery.
Tall sycamore trees surround the place, and their leaves fall one by one in the wind.
Under the window are clumps of blooming roses, scarlet in color, with green branches climbing around the mottled wall, arrogant and wild.
When Chanel first came to this winery, she was shocked by the strong beauty of these roses. They were very Mu Xicheng style... not suitable for Su Shijie at all.
If one day, she knew that these roses were related to Mu Xicheng at the moment they were planted...
An exquisite porcelain bone cup was placed beside the table, and strong tea with milk was steaming.
Chanel clicked the mouse and scanned the music she made in the afternoon into the computer.
Su Shijie wouldn't let her go out, so she was bored and had to compose music to pass the time...
More importantly, she didn't dare to let her brain have free space, fearing that if she had any free time, Mu Xicheng would invade her.
Suddenly a pair of hands hugged her shoulders from behind.
Chanel was startled, Su Shijie bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Don't face the computer as it radiates a lot of radiation."
Why didn’t she know when he came back? This man walked without making a sound!
Chanel wanted to break free from his arm.
"Is this a piece you composed?"
Su Shijie had already taken it upon himself to put a hand on hers, holding the mouse and pressing it.
Chanel has a network hard drive that stores music...
In order to save some fleeting inspiration.
"I've made a lot of songs, have they all been sold?" He looked at the list. There seemed to be dozens of songs.
Chanel curled up her long eyelashes: "Can you please take your hands away?"
"Xin'er, I'm asking you, have all these songs been released?"
She resisted the urge to hit him in the face with the mouse: "No!"
"Why~not?"
This question made Chanel frown. She never thought about publishing it. She only made music as a hobby and for her own entertainment when she was upset or inspired.
In fact, her talent is very good, but her music style is too unique, not popular enough, and has no commercial flavor.
Therefore, the probability of hitting it when thrown is also low, which Chanel knows very well.
She is like a willful wild horse and doesn't like to link her hobbies to her work...
"Why do I have to publish it? I can't create it for myself to see?"
Su Shijie laughed softly, hot air blowing on the side of her face: "Good music must be shared by everyone. You are so talented, why would you bury your own talent?"
"..."
"And you can get a lot of money for selling a song."
"I'm not like you, a businessman who smells of copper and is obsessed with profit! Do you only have money in your eyes?" Chanel pinched her fingers, just wanting him to stay away from him.
"That's fine. I'll take care of my Xin'er. I don't need you to show up and make money."