The locked door lock was unlocked and the door was pushed open.
Yang Yuran gave the two boys behind her a 'Follow' gesture and walked away from the aggressive eldest sister.
I stepped through the door frame and found that it was all in vain. The house was dark in broad daylight.
Yang Yuran turned on the flashlight that came with her phone to avoid stepping on anything and falling.
He strode to the window and opened the curtains to both sides with both hands.
Fan Sirui was like a zombie afraid of the sun. He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands and sat sideways. He didn't know whether he was avoiding the dazzling sunlight or the gazes of the three people full of intense concern.
"Is there a tail behind you?" Yang Yuran glanced at He Qian.
He Qian scratched his head in confusion and asked in a simple manner: "No? Why did Sister Yang say that?"
Kong Tengyu had already reached the center of the house and shook his head helplessly.
He turned around and went back. When he passed by He Qian, he gave a sincere suggestion: "Go back and search for all kinds of slang on the Internet to understand. Only Sister Yang can tolerate your stupidity."
He Qian felt that he was insulted, but could not find any evidence, so he had to secretly observe Kong Tengyu's subsequent actions. When Kong Tengyu reached out to close the door, his face turned red and white with shame, and he understood what Yang Yuran meant.
"Tell me, did you really copy it?"
Yang Yuran pulled out a chair and sat across from Fan Sirui, forcing him to open his mouth with a rather arbitrary conclusion.
In order to prove that his brain reaction was not slow, He Qian hurriedly ran to Yang Yuran, squatted down, touched Yang Yuran with his elbow, and whispered his trust.
"Sister Yang, we all know Captain Fan's character. He creates and writes songs alone until late at night every day."
Yang Yuran frowned in displeasure, glanced sideways at He Qian, and asked, "Don't Fan Sirui himself have a mouth?"
"He," has grown up!
He Qian failed to spit out the last three words, so Kong Tengyu covered his mouth.
"Sister Yang, Captain Fan, you guys chat, we irrelevant people will disappear first."
Kong Tengyu smiled apologetically at Yang Yuran, and dragged He Qian to the door. Maybe he felt that the distance was still not enough, so he moved to the corner, where the short cat was.
"Are you trying to avoid talking because you're afraid that He Qian and Kong Tengyu will know the truth and laugh at you?"
Yang Yuran asked knowingly.
There was a person in the far corner who was eager to stand up, but the next second he was pushed back to his original position by the person next to him.
"Or do you think that I, as an agent, am not qualified to talk to you about this? You can wait until Yuanyuan comes back to face the matter head-on?" Yang Yuran asked self-deprecatingly.
After waiting for a while, seeing that Fan Sirui's expression remained unchanged, she asked and answered herself: "If you are not afraid of destroying your future, there is no harm in enduring it slowly."
Finally, amid her persistent side stimulation, Meng Hulu said harshly: "The worst possible outcome is to get out of the circle."
Someone in the corner was moving around again. It seemed like the other person was pressing harder this time.
"You are not afraid of withdrawing from the circle, but are afraid of dealing with problems. This is interesting, let me guess."
Yang Yuran held her chin with one hand and reasoned slowly: "You have someone you want to protect. You and that person created that song together. So when it was exposed as plagiarism, you didn't want to disclose the truth because you were afraid that the other person would be hurt by public opinion."
There are many co-created songs in the music industry, such as the famous Fei'er group. People said that the early lead singer only had a good voice, so he was fired by the two people responsible for composing and playing.
In fact, if you dig deeper, you will find that the early lead singer also participated in the creation of some songs, but he was less defensive.
"Stop guessing, the mystery will be revealed in the evening."
Fan Sirui gave a clear time, but this time is equivalent to a reprieve of death.
Yang Yuran couldn't bear to sit aside and wait for the tragedy to settle. She felt heartbroken and reached out to pinch Fan Sirui's face, forcing him to look directly at her.
He raised his arm and pointed to the far corner, yelling angrily: "Sister, have I warned you before, asking you to buy the draft from your dad in advance? You didn't listen, and things started to go wrong again. You thought you were the only one in this team?
!Look at how pitiful they are, you can ruin their fate with just one decision. They don’t have a good life like you, and they don’t have a rich father.”
Fan Sirui looked at Yang Yuran stupidly and forgot to blink for more than a minute. It is estimated that no one has dared to be so arrogant to him since he was born.
Anyway, things turned out for the worst and Fan Sirui said that she would withdraw from the circle that night. She had nothing to fear, so she took all the anger she had suffered in the PR department on Fan Sirui.
"Don't be too selfish. You worked hard to cultivate them into unity, but you start to practice individualism. You are ashamed. If you didn't plan to make this team good and strong at the beginning, don't give them hope. You
What a cruel villain!"
"Ha~ It's so cute that the beautiful sister curses people. She actually called me a bad guy so fiercely. I thought there would be more unpleasant words."
Fan Sirui shook his head violently, freeing himself from the shackles of Yang Yuran's small hands. Looking at the two boys hugging each other in the corner, his dull eyes gradually filled with relief.
Yang Yuran glared at Fan Sirui fiercely and retorted: "You're just laughing, it's embarrassing."
She was afraid that there was surveillance in this room and the situation was chaotic enough, so she couldn't say bad words randomly.
"Yes, yes, beautiful sister trained you right."
Fan Sirui turned back into a noble man who dotes on girls.
Seeing that the other party finally smiled normally, Yang Yuran added fuel to the fire and said: "Even if you are determined to withdraw from the circle, we can at least work together for one time and give us the right to know."
Fan Sirui took out the cigarette from his pocket, opened the lid of the box, skillfully shook out one and held it in the corner of his mouth.
Just as I was about to light the fire, I remembered that Yang Yuran was disgusted with the smell of smoke. Secondly, as a singer, he was not suitable for smoking and drinking.
Holding the cigarette between his two fingers, he politely asked the charming woman in front of him: "Is this okay?"
"I know you're upset, just smoke it." Yang Yuran graciously granted me amnesty.
Men's way of relieving depression is sometimes very simple and crude, such as smoking a cigarette and having passionate friction with the person they like, or driving a car.
However, some women love so deeply that they cannot see clearly. They always force the man to clear up old scores with him when he wants to resolve the issue.
Fan Sirui lit the cigarette and took a deep breath. He turned his head away from Yang Yuran and blew out white mist, and said slowly.
"I have never been proud of my birth. On the contrary, my father is the biggest nightmare in my life. He changed my entry song, and he bribed the selection in advance. This is not the first time he has done this since he was a child, but
There was nothing I could do to change his hegemony. I could only participate privately with my own original song, and my original song didn’t even make the top ten.”
When the truth was revealed, Yang Yuran and the two little carrot heads in the corner were shocked and speechless.
After all, Yang Yuran had experienced more storms. He was the first to come back to his senses. He first comforted and then encouraged: "The water content of the competition that can be solved with money is too high. Don't be discouraged. Just give me the right words and you still want to continue in the game."
Is the circle developing?”
"Think!" Fan Sirui uttered one word heavily.
Yang Yuran nodded seriously: "Okay, then listen carefully to my next arrangement."
Half an hour later, Yang Yuran was so talkative that she returned to the floor where the public relations department was located, holding the Weibo account she had worked so hard to obtain.
She stopped in front of the public relations department and stood against the wall. She sent a message to Zhou Yuanyuan asking for information on the four leaders of the public relations department, and asked Zhou Yuanyuan to comment on their personality traits.
After roughly understanding it in ten lines at a glance, I closed my eyes to adjust my breathing, opened my eyes to maintain my composure, and turned to knock on the door, when I heard footsteps approaching.
Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open by someone approaching, calls continued to be heard in the room, and the leaders seemed to have changed their faces.
