I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

"Actually, I inherited my mother's heart disease. I can live until death without an attack, but if it happens, I might die tomorrow."

She stood up and looked at Qin Xun's back with some tears in her eyes.

"Although I am 18 years old now, I may still be a half-buried person."

"Before I die, I only have this little wish."

"Can't you satisfy me?"

Qin Xun was startled, turned around and looked at the tears in her eyes, wondering whether what she said was true or false.

He hesitated and said with a serious face.

"Kid, please take good care of yourself."

He turned around and put his hand on the door handle.

But he heard Song Ying's voice behind him rising a few degrees, a little sad.

"You forced me!"

Qin Xun was shocked.

She won't jump off the building, right?

Quickly turning his head, Qin Xun saw Song Ying bending his legs, rushing forward, half-kneeling on the ground, hugging his thigh tightly, and shaking him vigorously.

"Brother, I beg you!"

"I beg you, brother!"

"Can you just promise me?"

Xia Ning: "!!!"

She couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw Song Ying hanging on Qin Xun's lap like a koala.

Is this coquettishness so hardcore?

Is this still the aggressive little pepper?

It turns out it’s not Chili, it’s Yandere!

Song Ying hugged Qin Xun's thigh and rocked it coquettishly.

This is her special skill. She can deal with her father, her uncle, and her grandfather with ease.No matter how cold-hearted you are, you can't resist what she does.

suddenly!

She heard a sound.

"Fuck you...yours!"

The leg holding her suddenly exerted force and even knocked her over.

She took her hands off, half-knelt on the ground, fell backwards, and hit something on the back of her head.

Immediately afterwards, it was dark in front of him.

There was a sour smell in my nose.

Qin Xun looked at Song Ying, who was knocked over by his own leg and fell to the ground, but his head managed to get into the trash can.

A little embarrassing.

Ah... this...

After two seconds.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

There was a whimpering sound coming from the trash can, which seemed to be reverberated because the trash can was held above the head.

The crying sounded even more sad!

Xia Ning's face changed slightly, she quickly walked over and squatted down, took off the trash can on Song Ying's head, and found that her head was covered by a sunscreen covering her face.

She took off her sun protection clothing and gently patted the melon peels and confetti on Song Ying's head and shoulders.

He took out another wet wipe and wiped her face.

"sorry Sorry."

"There is a barber shop nearby. Let me take you to have your hair washed!"

Song Ying raised her head and glanced at Qin Xun, who looked guilty, covered her heart with her hands and shook her head.

"Wuwu...forget it...wuwu..."

"Forget it...wow...let's go!"

Qin Xun sighed as the crying girl sat on the ground.

He was never good at coaxing children.

But today it seems I have to coax.

He walked over, looked down at Song Ying, and sighed.

"Um...kid, stop crying!"

Song Ying cried louder!

Qin Xun said again.

"I'll take your order!"

Song Ying suddenly raised her head, her face covered with tears, she smiled and almost spit out a snot bubble.

……

The three of them left the photo studio.

Xia Ning took Song Ying to a luxuriously decorated barber shop and spent 300 yuan to wash her hair, which shocked Qin Xun.

300 yuan?

Wash your hair?

This is enough to wash your hair!

After washing your hair.

Qin Xun took them to a nearby deserted park.

The three of them were sitting on a bench beside a bluestone road, with a big willow tree above their heads and a lake behind them.

The lake breeze blows.

It's extremely cool under the shade of the trees.

Qin Xun is in the middle, Xia Ning is on the left, and Song Ying is on the right.

It took Xia Ning and Song Ying just five minutes to sign the contract, and the 5 yuan has been transferred to the company.

He somewhat admired this little girl's arrogance. She spent 30 yuan more quickly than he spent 30 yuan, which gave him the illusion that he was cheating children of their pocket money.

Qin Xun turned to look at Song Ying.

"Little friend, you..."

Song Ying interrupted: "Brother, my name is Song Ying, you can call me Yingying."

Qin Xun was helpless.

"Song Ying, sing a song for me."

Song Ying was not shy at all.

"I have an original song, can I sing it to you?"

Qin Xun: "Whatever."

The voice just fell.

Song Ying started singing, her voice melodious and melodious, like a willow branch swaying gently in the wind.

"Pick a small flower and give it to an adult"

"The flowers bloom but bear no fruit..."

……

Finished the song.

Xia Ning applauded gently, and the businessmen cheered each other.

"Very well sung!"

Qin Xun turned his head and glanced at Xia Ning. He didn't let her go until he saw her blushing, and then turned to look at Song Ying.

"Are you going to become an internet celebrity with this song?"

Song Ying was a little embarrassed.

Normally boys are very gentle towards me, but Qin Xun seems to be even stricter than his father. He is indeed a marketing genius, and it is normal to have a temper.

she explained.

"I just learned to compose music not long ago."

Qin Xun turned to look at the grove in the distance and said lightly.

"Your singing skills are okay, enough."

"Singing skills never matter whether you are popular or not. Otherwise, the most popular singers in the world would be teachers in major music academies."

Song Ying nodded as if pecking at rice.

This sentence spoke to her heart.

Whether it is popular or not is actually very strange. No one dares to say that there is a secret recipe that will definitely make it popular.

Even if she is a beautiful girl with good looks, quirky personality, good singing skills, and can compose music, she posts singing videos on short video platforms such as Douyin.

She tried every method.

Sing in the classroom.

Singing in the park.

Singing in the market.

Rented an opera house to sing.

Sing a sad love song.

Sing sweet love songs.

……

I also spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy traffic, and as a result, Douyin naturally gained more than 1 fans. At this rate, I'm afraid it won't reach 10 by the time I die.

Her current number of fans is not as good as that of an old man on the Internet who plows the fields and collects cow dung.

If her family hadn't been too strict about keeping herself clean, she would have even wanted to step aside!

Perhaps, this is the traffic password!

Song Ying glanced at Qin Xun with some resentment.

Ugh……

It was hard to muster up the courage.

This happened the first time I had an encounter in a photo studio.

Bad luck!

Qin Xun closed his eyes slightly, feeling the lake breeze beside him, and a bunch of marketing cases from his previous life about a song that went viral and gained millions of followers came to his mind.

He rummaged around, picking and choosing, looking for one that was useful.

Song Ying saw Qin Xun closing his eyes and was about to call him, but saw Xia Ning make a silent gesture.

She closed her mouth.

1 minute later.

Qin Xun opened his eyes and turned to look at Song Ying.

"What kind of songs do you like to be good at? I'll write one for you."

Song Ying was shocked.

"You can write songs?"

Qin Xun: "I just learned it not long ago."

Song Ying: "..."

Then this level is not the same as hers, or even inferior to hers.

She was worried.

"Writing songs is very troublesome. You have to compose the music and lyrics, and you have to arrange the music later, otherwise..."

Qin Xun interrupted.

"My question is, what type of songs are you good at?"

Song Ying hesitated for a moment when he saw Qin Xun's serious face.

“Whatever I’m good at, you can write about?”

Qin Xun: "Yes."

Song Ying: "Composition, and lyrics?"

Qin Xun: "Yes."

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun silently, and then at Xia Ning. Seeing that she had a cold face and was not prepared to speak for him, a troubled look gradually appeared on her face.

Only a layman would think that composing music and lyrics is very simple.

Uh……

It’s really not that difficult!

Because more than 2 songs are uploaded to the original music network every day, more than 700 million songs a year.

But it is too difficult for an amateur to break out of the music industry with just one song.

It can be regarded as one in a million.

After all, if one or two songs become viral online every month, that’s a lot.

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun and said seriously.

"Brother, either I can sing a popular song on the Internet. They bring their own traffic, so you can market it and the effect will be better."

"Let's play it safe."

Money, she has.

But if the marketing fails this time, she may not be able to get the opportunity to cooperate with Qin Xun again.

If he hadn't accidentally kicked him into the trash can today, he would definitely not have agreed to help him.

Qin Xun listened thoughtfully and nodded.

"What you said makes sense. We'd better be safer and restore the marketing scene one to one."

Song Ying didn't understand and looked at Xia Ning.

Xia Ning was also confused.

She couldn't understand it either. What scene was she trying to recreate?

……

Qin Xun asked Xia Ning to give him the notebook she brought with her.

He picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.