My sister is the richest man

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Qu Yang added another sentence in his heart: “At least in this world, I wrote it.”

“Come on.” Chu Yiman gave him a sideways glance, “I know you very well, just you? First, you can’t compose music, and second, you can’t write such good words, so this song, It must not be written by you! Tell me, how much did you spend to buy this song?”

She said to herself: “Let me guess. In terms of how good this song is, if it’s a grassroots composer and not well-known, you can’t spend much. Of course, if it’s from a famous composer, you can At least a million dollars.”

Qu Yang smiled wryly and shook his head.

“Two million?”

Qu Yang shook his head again.

“Five million?” At this point, Chu Yiman hated iron and steel: “Quyang, if you go up, it will be a bit expensive!”

Qu Yang couldn’t take it anymore, and said helplessly, “Sister Chu, I really didn’t buy this song.”

Chu Yiman sneered: “Could it be that this song, like A Dream of Red Mansions and Why Shengxiaomo, is also composed by you?”

Qu Yang nodded feebly, it seemed that Chu Yiman didn’t believe that he was beaten to death.

Chu Yiman simply clasped his arms in his hands, and said with a strange air: “Yes, you wrote it all, even God’s Tomb and Zhetian were written by you.”

Qu Yang gave a thumbs up and said, “Sister Chu, you are really astute, that’s really what I wrote.”

Chu Yiman rolled his eyes, “Fuck you, this day and day, there is no one who is right, and no one is telling the truth.”

Qu Yang felt melancholy again, and wanted to say that what I said was the truth.

But after thinking about it, Chu Yiman definitely didn’t believe it, so he didn’t say anything at all.

“That’s right.” Chu Yiman said these two words abruptly.

Then, she looked at Qu Yang with piercing eyes, and Nahan said: “Not to mention, your voice is really nice. It can be high and low, and can turn fast. Why didn’t I realize that you are a capable singer before?” Potential?”

“Strong singer?” Qu Yang shook his head, “I really don’t like this title. What I want to do in the future is an all-round creative person! My all-round ability involves all aspects, all walks of life!”

Chu Yiman blinked and pointed to the sofa next to him.

Qu Yang asked blankly, “What?”

Chu Yiman said: “Go to sleep, there is everything in the dream.”

Qu Yang’s crotch is very melancholy.

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