Kapitel 109: Chapter 109: possessiveness
That was, when Shang fan finished performing the last song, he thanked someone on stage, the composer of the song,'mu Yue.' He even said that mu Yue was a freshman at the Central Conservatory of Music, but because mu Yue kept a low profile and was unwilling to show her true face, he could only thank her in this way.
The discussion forum was about to explode.
After all, " Jing Zhe " was considered the most popular Song of the Year. It was actually a song composed by a freshman and was on Central Conservatory of Music. It was possible that she was right next to them. Not only was mu Yue talented, but she was also very mysterious. This aroused people's curiosity about her even more.
Xu Lu flipped through the post and fell into thought.
In the end, he posted an anonymous post with a very sensational title: 'could Xu Lu be teacher mu Yue?'
as far as I know, Xu Lu won the International Piano Competition in her first year of high school. After that, she has won various awards one after another. She is very talented in music, and she is very low-key. Could it be her? "
The general public had always been easily influenced. Xu Lu was indeed quite famous in the music industry. After all, she had been on the news many times after winning an international award.
Was Xu Lu low-key? I don't think so.
The first comment almost made Xu Lu die of anger.
She immediately scrolled through dozens of comments and pushed down the comment that questioned her. She also changed to a few different accounts to echo her words.
[ now that you've said that, I think it's very possible. ]
[ I heard that she composed her own song when she was in high school and performed it at the school's anniversary party. The song was also very good. ]
With Xu Lu's lead, everyone gradually began to believe her.
It had always been like this.
This post was actually covered with more than a dozen pages. At the end of the post, all of them were saying,'Xu Lu is awesome',' Xu Lu really has both beauty and talent', 'Xu Lu is my goddess',' I announce, choosing the new school Belle, I must vote for Xu Lu'.
Xu Lu raised her eyebrows slightly. Anyway, it was someone else who said it, and she did not say anything.
Even if Zhen muyue came out to claim it in the future, it would have nothing to do with her.
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Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli sat in the car and argued for a long time. In the end, they succeeded in getting the eldest young master Fu to give in and acquiesce to the right to hug his family and friends.
Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't realize that Fu Nanli's possessiveness towards her had already reached the level of a real boyfriend. Perhaps, he was even more easily jealous than other boyfriends.
Unfortunately, Wen Qiao's muscles were straight, and she didn't have much imagination in this aspect.
She looked up and saw that the chauffeur had long since left.
When he looked at his phone again, it was already nine O 'clock.
The question was, should she go back to school or home?
"Can you send me home?"
It's close to home, so I'd better go home.
"The driver has already gone back." The man leaned back in his chair and said in a low voice.
"Do you know how to drive?"
"I will, but I can't do it now."
Wen Qiao tilted her head and looked at him in confusion. why? "
"Uncle Li said that my previous driver died in a car accident, so ..."
Wen Qiao understood that he was traumatized.
then I'll walk back. It'll only take ten minutes.
Her wrist was still being held by the man. He did not use much strength, but it still left a red mark.
The man reached out and pushed open the car door on his side. get out of the car.
Wen Qiao lifted the hem of her dress and got out of the car with much difficulty. you don't have to accompany me back, I'll walk back on my own.
However, Fu Nanli pulled her to the entrance of the apartment building.
"What's ran ran doing?" Wen Qiao asked.
it's getting late. I'll stay here tonight and send you back to school tomorrow morning.
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