Now it was Lin Bai's turn to dodge the unknown object thrown at him in embarrassment.
"Eh~ It's all cat saliva. You don't care about it now, huh?"
What Song Shushu threw was a stuffed mouse toy belonging to Song Dameng. It fell into the crack of the sofa at some point, so he picked it up and threw it away.
"Hmph, stop talking about these things and talk about that Chen Tianyi."
Lin Bai didn't show off, "How can I put it this way? He's quite decent among these second-generation people, which makes sense. Your dad should have known a little bit about him before choosing him for you."
Song Shushu just sneered at this. She didn't believe how much fatherly love Song Qingxiang had for her, nor did she believe there was anything extraordinary about this so-called fiancé, otherwise the mother and daughter would not have restrained themselves from taking action.
"It's just a very cliché drama about a little white flower falling in love with a rich young man." Lin Bai's expression was very exaggerated at one time, which was enough to show how speechless he was about this matter. "That Chen Tianyi, when he was in college, he hooked up everywhere, showed mercy everywhere, and provoked many people.
They are all girls with very simple backgrounds, and they can be chopped into octopuses without overturning."
"There is another one in his secretary's office now."
Song Shushu has no feelings for Chen Tianyi, and is even more resistant to the marriage. She doesn't feel angry when she hears this, but her focus has always been very strange.
"How can you know such a secret thing?"
Lin Bai waved his hand, hiding his merit and fame.
"Hey, to get along in society, of course you have to rely on friends."
Song Shushu stroked Ji Sui's shiny hair and remained silent for a while.
"From the moment I walked out of the Song family, I had no intention of letting my future have anything to do with them."
"I will."
The atmosphere became a little silent for a while.
"Things must be solved one by one." Song Shushu is very open-minded. After all, one cannot become fat in one sitting.
Those nightmare days can no longer affect her emotions. What she has to do now is to gain as much exposure as possible while she still has some buzz.
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The live broadcast room, which had been silent for several days, was finally reopened.
In just one minute after she started the live broadcast, thousands of people came in, and the link to the live broadcast spread rapidly in various forums.
[Hurry, hurry, shuuu is starting a live broadcast.]
[Frog Qu, are you the young lady who was plagiarized by an artist named Qiao and finally took him to court in a domineering manner?]
[A person who witnessed the incident passed by, and the person above is right, the young lady is super strong.]
[I heard that a well-known lawyer in the industry was hired to fight this lawsuit. This young lady has something special.]
[Oh my god! Who knows, my family, I was originally a fan of Qiao Mou. I used to search for uu’s videos with anti-black thoughts, but I was captured by the young lady’s voice!]
[The U family army came to report~~]
[Welcome everyone to dive into this beautiful and fierce young lady.]
At this time, the live broadcast data skyrocketed, and the platform even pushed it to the home page.
Song Shushu was a little dizzy when he saw such a dense barrage. Netizens browsed too quickly and could only reply with short sentences.
—Is "Far" really your original work?
"Yes, the song "Far Away" is my original work, but its name is "The Wind Rises"."
—Can you sing "The Wind Rises" tonight?
"As for the original song, I don't know if it can be released now. I'll ask my lawyer tonight."
—The young lady is really beautiful and sweet
"Thank you for the compliment, you are also very cute."
After several rounds, the audience in the live broadcast room gradually mastered the rules of her flipping cards and controlled the number of words in her questions.
—When will she show her face live? I want to see the beauty’s true face.
"Everyone just listens to the song."
Of course, there were not all praises in the live broadcast room. There were a few aggressive comments floating by, but she ignored them out of sight and out of mind. Unexpectedly, they became even more cheerful.
—What is your relationship with Qiao Ming?
"The relationship between the plaintiff and the defendant."
——How is it possible! Then how did he get your original work?
"I'm also very curious about this. As for what the final result will be, why not go to the referee document website together?"
——Hahahahaha, sister is so merciless.
——What kind of kindness do you need to treat plagiarism monsters?
——In what era do we still say that this kind of victim theory is wrong?
——Brother Qiao cannot possibly plagiarize an unknown young singer!
——We Qiao fans will always believe in Brother Qiao.
——I’m so speechless. You haven’t read any of the revelations on the Internet.
——Why are you making such a fuss here? We are here to see beautiful girls singing, not to see you fans having fun.
——Qiao fans, get out! They are going crazy like a bunch of lunatics.
——The host is making trouble because he still wants to make a debut, he is just a vampire.
——Qiao fans, are you done yet? Even if the young lady wants to make a debut, it’s none of your business. Your brother has been sued in court for plagiarizing other people’s works.
After Song Shushu finished tuning the guitar strings, he saw another quarrel on the barrage, and was a little confused for a moment.
Am I already so popular? People come to my place to quarrel?
She doesn't know yet, because some of Qiao Ming's actions in the past two years have greatly offended some artists. These people have endured it for a long time because of Ji's sake, and finally managed to stand out. Of course, they must be punished severely.
Take it out yourself.
As the scolding war escalated, fans from all sides came out one after another, and the barrage was extremely lively.
Song Shushu was not in a hurry to say anything, but just strummed the strings with great interest.
The quarrel between several parties became more and more intense until a new audience came in and discovered her work.
——Wait a minute, what song is the anchor playing?
——Ambush from all sides?
——Good guy, it’s really the right time.
——Hahahahaha, it’s so funny that she even played the accompaniment when others were quarreling in the live broadcast room.
——The main thing is companionship.
——You guys are so awesome hahahahahahaha.
Of course, the parties involved in the quarrel also saw these comments, and only listened to her soundtrack after they calmed down.
——A little polite, but not much.
——When others quarrel, you score the music, awesome.
Other fans and passers-by all found it interesting, but only Qiao fans continued to break through.
"Huh? Are you done arguing?"
——No, no, we can continue to quarrel when you change the song (dog head)
——Then play music and then dance~
Song Shu was so happy that he followed the flow and changed to a song recommended on the barrage.
I lay down on the table early, fearing that she would accidentally broadcast the age "..."
I really don’t understand these people.
One night, there were all kinds of comments on the barrage, some were quarreling, some were singing, and of course, some were getting angry in the middle.
Ji Sui acquiesced to her behavior of using herself as a music stand and quietly played the guitar with her all night.
The three hours of the live broadcast passed quickly, until Song Shushu put away the guitar, turned on the barrage, and said, "Okay, that's the end of today's live broadcast."
After saying that, he closed the live broadcast room regardless of the barrage's attempts to stay.
"My hands are so sore."
That's what she said, but looking at the smile on her face, you can tell that this person is very enthusiastic about watching the fun.
She touched the cold water on the side with her paw, and sure enough, she immediately raised the cup and drank it in one gulp, then put the cup on the table.
"I can't drop this cup."
Her throat, which had not drank for several hours, was refreshed by the cold water and became clear again. However, she still slumped on the desk and did not want to move, poking the black cat's claws to play.
That night, a title "Let's play music and then dance" became a hot search topic.