The staff wiped their sweat and said, "Miss Han, this has nothing to do with the great god Liang Yin, you should go out quickly, we will explain to Ji Wen later."

Does it matter to the shabby composer in front of you?

Han Jia was stunned for a long time and recovered, and randomly said with a sarcasm: "If she hadn't taken over my practice room, how could this drum leg break?"

As soon as Han Jia's voice landed, a familiar male voice came over, "What's the matter?"

As soon as Han Jia heard Ji Wen's voice, she knew that the composer in front of her was going to die.

Although the composer in front of him is not an entertainer, he is obviously not lost to any female celebrity in terms of temperament and appearance.

So the moment Han Jia saw her, jealousy arose in Han Jia's heart.

Han Jia walked to Ji Wen with long slender, white legs, her voice was greasy and sweet, "Brother Ji Wen, you are finally here, did you know that this dead girl actually broke your most beloved drum leg. "

Hearing this, Ji Wen bypassed Han Jia and walked directly to Qiao Yimo.

When Han Jia thought Ji Wen would be furious and walked to the producer to question him, Ji Wen's face suddenly flashed with surprise, "Long time no see, beautiful again." The genius remembered for a second.

The gentle tone of the man drew the silence of the audience on the spot.

The leg of Ji Wen's favorite shelf was broken. He was so alive that he walked to the little girl and praised her?

What operation?

"Where is the injury?" Ji Wen asked in a low and gentle voice.

Qiao Yimo shook his head, his voice was faint, and there was no emotion, "No."

The moment Qiao Yimo finished speaking, Han Jia's voice was a little bit irritable, "Brother Jiwen, just like her is fat, her body is full of fat, how could it be hurt? On the contrary, your drum set has suffered. ."

Qiao Yimo: "..."

The height of 163, the weight of 89 kg.

Is she fat?

Hearing this, Ji Wen looked at Han Jia with a gloomy expression, "Miss Han, this is my friend, please don't hurt others by speaking out. And the heart is more important than the appearance. I don't think you have both of them."

Three good words are warm in winter, and bad words hurt the cold in June.

Listening to Ji Wen's words, everyone present secretly covered their laughter.

Han Jia gritted her teeth and looked at Qiao Yimo with a fiery pain on her face.

She didn't even think that brother Ji Wen would actually protect her like this.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Han Jia stomped and walked out.

Seeing this, the staff present also followed out so as not to disturb their work.

Ji Wen passed the water in her hand to Qiao Yimo and asked, "Did she make things difficult for you?"

Qiao Yimo let out a laugh, and said lightly, "The eldest has her temper."

A trace of tenderness flashed through Ji Wen's eyes, and Qiao Yimo would always look like this indifferent.

Does she know that this will suffer.

Qiao Yimo got up and gave way, with his fingers hooked, "Come and see how this sound is?"

Ji Wen just wanted to speak for praise, but was taken a step ahead by Yu Changze outside the door, "How could the music composed by Sister Mo be bad."

Qiao Yimo raised his eyes, his eyes lighted, and he whispered, "Fart!"

Afterwards, the girl's white and slender fingers fell on the piano, beating with the melody of the score, and the sound was like a river flowing in the mountains, exciting and calm, sweet and warm.

Qiao Yimo's messy long hair fluttered with the rhythm of the singing, and his slender white neck was exposed, stunning and beautiful.

Outside the door, Han Jia looked at Qiao Yimo's back and gasped in her heart.

Facing the girl's back, she took out the phone and secretly took the scene.

To say that this is the world's top girl pianist, she would believe it.

But it happened to be someone she hated.

U Changze and Ji Wen in the practice room looked directly at them.

An unknown emotion quietly grew in Ji Wen's heart, and he seemed to see a different Qiao Yimo.

The corner of Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched lightly, seeming to be very satisfied with her performance just now. Her delicate brows were raised and her voice was faint, "Let's rehearse first." JrNovels.com