Former Cannon Fodder's Self-help Manual

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System: "Are you...indifferent?"

Xia Changhan: "...Hmm."

system:"……"

How smart Xia Changhan is, he has a small abacus in his head.

Do you want to call the police and arrest someone without evidence?

"If you are tired today, go to bed first, and we will see the situation tomorrow."

She slumped on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover her face, and fell asleep.

The next day.

Xia Changhan woke up early, and sleeping at home was indeed much more comfortable than in the hospital. He slept really well.

It’s just that, without the breezy spring breeze and the rainy dreamland, I faintly felt that something was missing.

"...Oh, siren, alert! Candid shooting male alert!"

The conversation suddenly turned, and the camera of the fat man opposite was set up, and it was aimed at Xia Changhan.

Xia Changhan wondered whether my old lady couldn't lift the knife or you, fat and fat, really thought I was a weak woman and couldn't take care of you?

She thought for a moment, and didn't rush to draw the curtains, but secretly observed from the gap, and she knew in her heart.

"If I go to the door directly to get someone, what chance of winning will be."

The system crackled for a while.

"The opponent has a guilty conscience and weak feet, and the combat effectiveness is low. You can go with confidence and boldness."

Well, it sounds great.

A cold light flashed in Xia Changhan's eyes, and he rushed into the kitchen and wandered between the kitchen knives and fruit knives. Finally, he picked up the kitchen knife, sharpened the knife and rushed directly to the opposite building.

The fat man is wondering why Xia Changhan hasn't opened the curtains until now!

Before he could figure it out, the door of the house was suddenly kicked to the sky.

The fat man had a guilty conscience. Hearing the violent kick of the other party, his hand was trembling in shock, and the camera almost fell to the ground. Before he had the courage to ask who the person was, the clear voice from outside had already come in. .

"Open the door and open the door, if you don't open the door, I will call the police!"

The system complains: "Is a famous pianist anyway, can you be a little more elegant?"

Xia Changhan rolled his eyes: "I'm here to fight. Is it possible that I have to bow first, say thank you, and pinch orchid fingers with the knife?"

system:"……"

Xia Changhan continued to kick the door.

The door hurriedly opened, and Xia Changhan was kicking vigorously, almost being taken down by the door.

She looked at it calmly, and before speaking, the fat man knelt down with a plop.

"Xia, Miss Xia, I am a fan of yours, I didn't mean it, ah, I gave you everything, and, this, this is mental damage expenses, don't call the police, I will be done with the call."

He shed tears, knelt on the ground and howled miserably, crying sincerely. After the howling, he raised his hand to the top of his head, with a memory card in his left hand and a stack of RMB in his right.

Xia Changhan was stunned for a long time, why this person didn't play the cards according to reason, she was still trying to get angry, she didn't even show the kitchen knife, and the other party surrendered.

Xia Changhan felt like a punch on the cotton.

The fat man knelt on his knees and couldn't help begging for mercy again: "Miss Xia, there are all the video content inside. I have deleted the backup. I will take photos of you in the future and let me eat prison and pick up soap."

Xia Changhan came back to his senses, looked at the money, and then at the memory card, unceremoniously put the two things in his bag, and waved his hand.

"You, stand up and go to the camera."

The fat in the dead fat house trembled, strode hard, and walked to the camera.

Xia Changhan took out his mobile phone and recorded the fat face with confession and assurance.

She shook her hand a few times: "Hey, I have all the evidence. For the sake of you are my fan, I won't call the police this time, and next time..."

The fat man trembled like chaff, shaking his head repeatedly, "I dare not have the next time, I dare not have the next time."

Xia Changhan here is busy catching sneak shots of men, while Qu Qingyin over there is not free.

She was still unhappy not to see Xia Changhan, and the bodyguard came in and said, "Boss, the old man is here."

Qu Qingyin frowned, and Qu Zhengguo was actually willing to come out of the old house, 80% of which was a lobbyist for Qu Qinghe.

"Qing Yin, are your legs better?"

Old man Qu sat on the sofa with a kind face.

No one knew better than Qu Qingyin's heart that the old man's kindness was all pretended.

It's not that his legs are like this, he doesn't even look at it.

For the only grandson of the Qu family, let the father pick the moon willingly.

"Grandpa, it's not so good, I'm afraid it's hard to get better in this life."

Qu Qingyin's sad and pitiful, frowning look fell into the eyes of Old Man Qu.

"Oh..." The old man sighed for a long time: "Qingyin, all these years you have been tired of the composer. Grandpa can see it. Grandpa only hopes that in the second half of his life, a good man will take care of you. , Can live with you peacefully, happily and happily."

The old man looks like he is planning for his children, listening to his affection and savoring, he actually has a deep meaning.

"Grandpa, Qing Yin doesn't want to marry someone. If his legs are really bad, he will admit it. This is a destiny, but I will deal with the family in the future...well, I only hate my limited ability."

Qu Qingyin said this deliberately, to give the old man a chance to talk.

Sure enough, the old man shrugged and flexed his back and sat stiffly.

"Qingyin, don't say that. You are a girl. Don't always put the responsibility on your shoulders. Your body is important. Your brother Qinghe is helping you in the company. Fortunately for the Qu family, your children and grandchildren are all promising."

Qu Qingyin really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh a few times, and tell a person whose legs might be crippled about something lucky and promising, what kind of grandfather is this.

Elder Qu didn’t know what she was thinking in her heart. All she saw was Qu Qingyin’s low eyebrows, and Anxi played a role in helping her grandson. I'm leaving.

The old man has been in the business world for decades, and he is also a good scheming hand. This granddaughter is too capable and the city is also deep. At the moment she has not recovered, and it is not good for the Qu family.

Anyway, I have already said that with the concern and pressure secretly, Qu Qingyin must be tough for long.

"Boss, what are you going to do now?"

The bodyguard is not calm anymore, even the old man Qu has come out personally, can the boss handle it?

Qu Qingyin asked him to refill a cup of hot tea and take a few sips to watch the tea swirling on the water.

"The soldiers are here to cover the water and earth, and I have been with me for so long, so I haven't learned the two words how to calm down!"

With sullen expression in her words, she asked the bodyguard to go out and reflect.

Qu Qingyin blew hot tea, recalling the words of Mr. Qu.

It's really hell, but this sentence has the deepest impression.

The old man said, "There is a good man to take care of", but Xia Changhan's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he couldn't shake it away.

Xia Changhan locked the money in the drawer, picked up the memory card and looked at it over and over.

The system prompts: "Plug in the computer with a card reader, maybe there will be accidental discovery."

Could there be any accidental discovery? Couldn't I be recorded with a shameless and embarrassed appearance? If this is the case, she would not be able to count what she said. Xia Changhan would definitely rush over with a knife and shoot the man Unload eight pieces.

Xia Changhan half-closed his eyes, shaking his hands slightly to call out the video.

She took a few deep breaths, and finally she was willing to stare at the screen, before she looked at it, her eyes went wide.

This man is interesting, and he is not at all like the coquettish bitches outside.

He doesn't take photos of eating, drinking, and sleeping. He doesn't take photos of the enchanting sleeping posture. All of the shots are Xia Changhan's creative process.

The HD camera quality of the fat man is good and the details are clearly visible.

Spread out on the piano are altered scores.

Xia Changhan's fingers danced between the keys of the piano.

Modification of one note, one tuning of one scale.

From morning to evening, I saw Xia Changhan frowning and sweating all over the screen.

Sleepy, leaning on the back of the chair and squinting for a while, hungry bread smashed, a sudden inspiration came, and quickly took down notes.

Even the shortest chapter has been revised no less than ten times.

Looking at the screen frame by frame, Xia Changhan was almost moved to cry.

Look at the broken hand again.

This is simply a history of blood and tears!

Thoughts fluttered for a long while, Xia Changhan's brain was running fast, and he stroked the recent events carefully, and at a certain moment, his attention flashed.

Correct!This is all evidence!

This is the full record of the creation of "The Seventh Chapter of the Night." If you take out this, take out this, you can immediately expose Su Yu's plagiarism and fight a beautiful turnaround.

However, now is not the best time.

Right now, Qu Qing and Tong Su Yu are proud and well-known. Even if she may be conclusive, others will only be slanderous.

When the heaven comes to great responsibility, we must first work hard and sharpen our ambitions.

It seems that you have to forbear a few days first, accumulate thick and thin hair.

Xia Changhan carefully locked the memory card in the drawer, turned around and languidly slumped on the sofa, looking at her hands and sighing with self-pity.

"Look at these slender fingers, how beautiful they are, and when will they be able to play chords again."

System: "Mouth area."

Xia Changhan: "???"

System: "I told you, the key lies in Qu Qingyin, but now you are discharged from the hospital, you can only look for opportunities that are close to you."

Xia Changhan's heart was cold.

With only six potions, can Qu Qingyin be so generous? She is Qu Qinghe's sister.

There was also the dream in his mind. As he thought about it, Xia Changhan's eyes suddenly twisted and his pretty face blushed.

Alas, we can only wait for an opportunity to change.

The system saw her depressed, so she just played a small movie to make her happy.

"Stop it! I'll put less pornography in the future."

Xia Changhan hurriedly stopped, and she had a dreamy dream once she watched it, and then she would dare to find Qu Qingyin wherever she could, because her hands were hopeless to recover.

But my ears couldn't stop the sound of Qingling Ling like spring water, intertwined with "The Seventh Chapter of the Night", cyclically.

"I have a hallucination?"

Xia Changhan leaned back to where he was, and his heart was in turmoil.

Qu Zhai.

Elder Qu, sitting in the study room with a sense of pride, looked at his grandson peacefully.

This expression gave Qu Qinghe a reassurance.

"Grandpa, I knew, did the eldest sister agree to the things that your elderly could not do?"

Old man Qu chuckled lightly.

"I have put pressure on her, but she has been suffering and tired for the composer over the years, and it makes sense for her not to say anything for a while, but you can rest assured that with grandpa, this composer will have no turn to call the shots. "

Qu Qinghe was uneasy when he heard that, this is equivalent to not letting go.

But since the old man puts down these words, he is always loud and powerful, and everyone is like a mirror in his heart who is the biggest composer.

He seemed to have seen that the door of the company was open, and the employees stood in two rows, and when he strode forward, all of them respected.

"Good Mr. Qu!"

This picture is simply not too beautiful.