Chen Yan finally entered Chu Yinyin's room, but he did nothing all night.
Because he was shocked to find that Chu Yinyin's so-called relatives visiting was not an excuse, but the real thing...
Who can withstand this!
You're visiting relatives, and you're still drinking so much?! Are you trying to kill yourself?!
Tiger girls are too fierce...
With infinite respect and admiration for Chu Yinyin, Chen Yan could only become a monk.
The main thing was that Chu Yinyin was completely drunk as soon as she entered the room.
Maybe it was the wind that blew when she just came out of the courtyard, or maybe it was the alcohol that got to her from the bumpy ride back in the car, but in any case, just a few minutes after entering the room, Chu Yinyin collapsed on the bed, snoring softly.
Anyone who has cared for a drunk knows that a truly drunk person is deadly heavy.
The whole body weight is not supported at all, so when you try to support it, you will feel as if the weight has increased exponentially.
And for a person who is truly drunk, once the alcohol takes effect and the last bit of rationality disappears completely, the only result is basically falling into an unconscious and deep sleep.
No matter how much I yelled, he wouldn't wake up. No matter how much I called, he wouldn't respond.
If you weren't still able to feel the breath, you would even doubt whether the drunk person was dead...
Chu Yinyin is like this...
Chen Yan originally wanted Chu Yinyin to sleep in her clothes, just take off her shoes, and keep the rest of her clothes on. She could then fall asleep after covering herself with a blanket.
But Duan Mengqi disagreed.
According to Duan Mengqi, Chu Yinyin has a mild obsession with mysophobia and must take a shower before going to bed at night.
Duan Mengqi was also drunk. Apart from being conscious, she had no strength at all.
If Chu Yinyin wasn't drunk and only needed help to take a shower, Duan Mengqi would be able to do it.
But Chu Yinyin was already as drunk as a dead pig, and Duan Mengqi couldn't move her at all, so the task of helping Chu Yinyin take a bath fell on Chen Yan's shoulders.
God have mercy on me. For Chen Yan, what’s the difference between this and hell?
Taking Chu Yinyin to bathe was very simple. After all, Chu Yinyin's weight was not worth mentioning to Chen Yan, and he could easily move her with one hand.
However, various kinds of contact are inevitable during the bathing process, and these contacts, combined with Chu Yinyin's appearance and figure, are simply fatal to men.
In the end, Chen Yan could do nothing but endure...
After finally giving Chu Yinyin a bath and changing her into pajamas, he finally put her on the bed and covered her with a blanket...
Duan Mengqi, who was standing by, watched the whole thing from beginning to end and was obviously very amused by Chen Yan's performance as if he was always wearing a mask of pain.
What made Duan Mengqi even more interested was that Chen Yan had created ten classic hits without even thinking about it.
And it seems that this is far from Chen Yan’s limit!
If Chen Yan is given more time... God knows how many more heart-warming songs he can write...
"How on earth did you do it? Honestly, I've met many so-called genius songwriters before you. You know, with my family background, if I really wanted to find some well-known producers in the industry to produce my album, I could easily find the top lineup to help me.
It's just that I don't like relying on my family background to interfere with the normal and orderly development of the industry. My family's influence ensures that I have sufficient independence within the industry, ensuring that no one dares to force me to do something I don't want to do. That's enough. Applying this to other areas is really unfair.
Even so, I've privately communicated with top songwriters and, through normal business collaborations, invited a few of them to write songs for me. But to be honest, they don't work so hard, but at least they spend dozens of days painstakingly mulling over their work. You can't even compare!
I just watched you write songs. You don't have to think at all. You write as if inspired by God, without a single pause. All the songs flow in one go. It's the same with both the lyrics and the music. If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, and someone told me about it, I would have scoffed and said it was impossible.
Duan Mengqi said as she handed Chen Yan a goblet.
Then he took out a bottle of red wine from the room, opened it skillfully, poured a full glass for Chen Yan, and poured himself half a glass.
After gently nudging Chen Yan, he continued with deep emotion, "Your performance can no longer be explained simply by genius; you're a freak... At least in terms of songwriting talent, I feel like even if you combined everyone else in the Chinese music scene, they still couldn't compare to you!"
Chen Yan silently drank a sip of red wine. He didn't respond to Duan Mengqi's question, but changed the subject and asked, "Why is there red wine in this room? Is it a complimentary gift from the guest room?"
"Of course not, but Yinyin always likes to have a drink before bed when she stays in a hotel, so she will definitely ask the hotel to prepare a bottle of her favorite red wine in the room. I know this habit of hers, so I can find it naturally."
Duan Mengqi took a sip of wine, blinked, and chuckled, "Why? From what you said, it seems that you don't want to talk about music?"
Chen Yan spoke frankly, "It's not that I don't want to, but I don't know how to talk about it. Believe it or not, I really don't understand music. As for these songs I wrote for you... just think of them as me copying them."
Duan Mengqi laughed and said, "Copied? How come I've never heard the melody? If someone had written a song of this level before, it would have been famous in the circle long ago. It's absolutely impossible for it to remain unknown until now.
Well, since you're not insisting on saying you don't understand music, let's not talk about this anymore. I plan to start working on these ten songs you wrote for me tomorrow. They're so complete they don't even need to be rearranged.
Just use the lyrics and music you've written. Simply recording the songs shouldn't take more than ten days or half a month. Add in pre-production and promotion, and the album should be ready for release within a month.
When the album sells well, I plan to hold a concert to thank my fans and to express the frustrations I've been feeling for the past two years. I'd love to invite you to be my guest at the concert. Would you agree?"
Chen Yan instinctively wanted to refuse.
He doesn't understand music and is just a plagiarist. What's the point of him being a guest?
However, the words of refusal were never spoken.
So Duan Mengqi took the initiative to sit on his lap, put her lips close to his ear and whispered softly, "Will you agree?"
"able……"
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