Chapter 1885: Ancient dog blood President Wen is the heroine 11
Hearing that someone called the police, Luo Yang changed his face.
One person called the police, but he didn't take it to heart. He knew this very well. The police came and the others had already left.
Besides, if you don't force people to drink a glass of wine, it has nothing to do with crime.
But with so many little girls calling the police together, Luo Yang panicked.
"Ah, I'm just inviting a prospective star to drink a glass of wine, and I'm afraid you won't be able to call the police. Come back to me, all of you."
He charged thousands of dollars for running errands, and it was not worth sending himself to prison.
Anyway, he has already done what Zhou Shilin said, but he didn't say that Wei Lan is so popular and protected by so many little girls.
"Blue, let's go."
Shu Ange quickly caught up with Wei Lan and took the initiative to take his arm.
Under the blurred light, her beautiful eyes are as bright as stars, and her face is as white as jade, like a flawless ivory artwork.
Her familiar voice and delicate chin reminded Wei Lan of a person.
"go."
He did not refuse her approach, and left with Shu Ange with his guitar on his back.
Her eyes are very beautiful, charming and delicate, like the Siren in Western mythology.
Wei Lan left from the back door of the bar, and he didn't say hello to Boss Jin before he left.
When he came to the bar to sing, Wei Lan agreed that he would only sing, not drinking and taking other business.
Boss Jin valued his voice and agreed to his request. Now that he has breached the contract first, there is no point in staying any longer.
The top 20 and the top 10 are about to compete. Wei Lan doesn't want to make troubles. He should have a bigger stage in his life and let more people hear his songs.
This is the blue dream, and no one is allowed to interfere and destroy it.
"just--"
"just--"
The alley outside the bar was quiet and deep, and the dim street lights cast faint shadows on the road.
The two spoke at the same time, and Shu Ange smiled: "You speak first."
She loosened his sleeves, and the wind blew up her burgundy skirt and her slightly curly hair.
The dark fragrance floats, and the moonlight is like a dream.
"You are Lu Xinyuan."
Wei Lan used a positive tone: "You helped me again."
He looked at Shu Ange with complicated eyes, Wei Lan didn't like to owe favor.
She always appeared inadvertently, and when he was in trouble, she spoke up bravely.
"The target character's favorability is +10, and the current favorability is 40."
Since many years ago, Wei Lan has been used to living like a lone wolf, and her approach made him very uncomfortable.
"It's not helping, I just said what I should say on the right occasion. Moreover, I believe that even without me, you can solve this trouble properly."
"Maybe it's not right... I was going to fight them."
Wei Lan is an honest man, he doesn't want to cause trouble, but he can't stand being mounted on his head.
If Luo Yang and others insisted on pressing each other, Wei Lan would put down the guitar and speak with his fists.
Even if he knows that the final is imminent, he may go to the police station because of this mess, which will affect his image in the eyes of supporters.
"We are somewhat similar in this point. In fact, I also like to solve problems with my fists, but there are always too many concerns in life."
Shu Ange stepped on the moonlight, and her calm smile made her face less charming and more pure.
Wei Lan was silent, her clothes and jewelry were not cheap, and her eyes were pure and clear, unlike him who rolled around in the dark to survive at a young age.
They are different, and their worries are different.
"I still want to thank you, it's getting late, I'll take you back."
It is too remote to take a taxi, and the residents are mixed with different levels of quality.
Wei Lan couldn't do it yet, let a little girl go home alone in the early hours of the morning.
"Are you going to sing at the Night Bar in the future?"
Shu Ange did not refuse Wei Lan's request to **** him, but instead asked about his future plans.
After getting along a few times, Wei Lan has a good impression of Shu Ange, and he didn't deliberately hide it: "I plan to change to another bar to sing and quit the part-time job here in Yeshi."
"The final is coming soon. Excuse me for asking, don't you plan to rest your throat?"
The air in the bar is not good, and the irritating smells such as alcohol and tobacco are harmful to the singer's throat.
"I need money."
Wei Lan's voice was calm, and he simply stated his reasons.
He didn't feel that going to a bar to sing in order to make money was inferior to others. He was very short of money. For more reasons, he didn't want to explain to unfamiliar people: "Where is your home?"
The blue motorcycle was parked four or five hundred meters away from the bar.
The model was old, not a luxury motorcycle. He opened the storage box, took out a black helmet from it, and handed it to Shu Ange.
"You need more safety when riding a bicycle. You wear a helmet, and I will hold the guitar for you."
Shu Ange carried the book on his back and did not accept the helmet that Wei Lan handed over. He hummed and did not force it.
After he started the motorcycle, Shu Ange reported the address of his apartment.
The location of the Lu family's villa was slightly off, and she didn't want to meet Lu Xinhan often, so she moved to an apartment under the original owner's name.
Motorcycles are running in the night, and there is a faint aroma, lingering in the blue nose.
She didn't put her body on his back deliberately, but she accidentally touched it, like a thin electric current running through his back.
Speechless all the way.
When they arrived at the community where Shu Ange lived, Wei Lan took off her helmet, and put her hair in a mess on her forehead. Her thin lips were a little redder than usual.
Shu Ange handed the guitar to Wei Lan, and took out a business card from his wallet: "Actually, I went to the bar to find you this time to discuss something with you."
Her hair was ruffled by the night wind, like a furry little animal. Wei Lan, who was about to put the guitar on and leave, looked up at the little fox-like woman in front of her: "What's the matter?"
The special temperament of charming and pure mixed together is the best poison for men.
"I opened an entertainment media studio and hope to sign you as an artist - of course, after signing the contract, you still have the autonomy to plan your future route."
While Wei Lan was observing Shu Ange, she was also observing him.
He has a cold personality, repays his gratitude, and doesn't like being manipulated, so Shu Angott pointed out that Wei Lan still has the right to choose the future after signing the contract.
"Sorry, I don't want to sign any contracts right now, just make money quickly."
"500,000 yuan, three-year contract, 28% of the money you make in three years, and 20% for the company."
Wei Lan frowned, not because there was a problem with this contract, but because the conditions she gave were too good.
It was so superior that it made him suspect that this was a new form of fraud.
But he really needs money, and if he can receive half a million, grandma can receive the best treatment.
"What's the name of your company?"
"Cough, Yunsheng Culture Entertainment Media Co., Ltd. is a newly opened company and has not signed any artists yet. Of course, you can rest assured that we are definitely a regular company. As long as you sign the contract, 500,000 will be credited immediately."
The more Shu Ange talked, the more he felt like the big bad wolf who kidnapped the little white rabbit.