372 Blue Demon Girl

It was in a ten-square-meter small house rented by Nana. Nana took her to the bar every day, sang underground, and took her to play guitar and hand drums in the cabin. In her intensive training, Nana had prepared food and waited for her to eat together. After she had practiced enough, there was soothing steel in the hut. Qinqu asked me to dance. That weekend, Nana Fang, you stayed at the flower shop. Be sure to buy the most beautiful blue witch and give it to her...

When I mentioned Nana's name, all of that youth suddenly flowed in Lin Longhong's heart like water.

Lin Longhong vaguely remembers the song written by Nana Fang, the "Wandering Dog"

"I set out when the sun set to find the home I once had; I set out when the moon rose to find my once warm home; in the dark, I lost my direction, and my heart was full of fear and sadness; I am a stray dog, and my home can no longer be found..."

Lin Longhong is now wandering in Beijing and pursues her ideals. She knows that what she wants to have is different from Nana's, but this equally pursued ideal suddenly made her burst into tears.

Although the past has passed, the memories are still so vivid. He and Nana are running in the courtyard. Nana bought a house for her in Y City. Nana wants to find her in Changnan City where he is wandering...

It's just that in real life, Lin Longhong can't go back and wants to be a singer, and another Hong Kong man named Jiacheng is waiting for him.

Lin Longhong felt that she was close to the singer's road. She had entered the rules and walked into it, and she would lose everything like Nana. The balance in her heart is thinking. Now, especially after her lover relationship with Zhang Yide, she feels that she is an adult. If she wants to think maturely, she should no longer think about Nana.

Those little citizens' small fights, those ordinary emotions, yes, when they become real singers, how many people envy them? In today's reality, how many people will give up looking at the bright singer road for love?

Lin Longhong thought about it. She called Jiacheng to leave it to him one afternoon and asked him to call 6666588.

The secretary transferred the phone to Jiacheng.

When he heard that Wang Linlonghong was looking for him, he hummed and laughed twice. The first sentence was: "Let her answer the phone."

Then he said on the phone, "I'm not socializing today. I'll pick you up downstairs in the company after work."

Lin Longhong is willing to wait, which is a kind of agreement.

Mr. Cheng's car came, and he drove the car himself. Lin Longhong naturally got into his car. He said in the car that he would take her to a good place for dinner.

Lin Longhong didn't dare to look at Jiacheng. She knew what would happen to them tonight. She was passive and could only do everything according to Cheng's wishes, but she knew that she was willing.

She turned her face and looked at the vaguely young face of Cheng, who was driving from the window of the car. She thought, "This is the unspoken rule. This rule must be conditional to get on it. Maybe many people don't have such a chance if they want to be hidden. At this time, Lin Longhong's appearance and figure involuntarily became confident. Without these, Cheng would not have taken her out for dinner alone.

The car quickly stopped in front of a small building. There was a small yard in the building. It was just a wall like a yard. In fact, it just separated the foreign building from the sidewalk. The yard is flat and horizontal, the same width as the building, and several trees are planted. Lin Longhong is doubting why the big Hong Kong boss brought himself to a family. Jiacheng said, "This is the best Hunan cuisine for senior national officials in the past." After saying that, he took Lin Longhong to several steps in.

A 60-year-old man in the wing came out when he heard the sound, enthusiastically called Mr. Cheng and asked them to go upstairs. The old gentleman's suit and leather shoes were gentle, and his little hair was meticulously combed, speaking Shanghai dialect. Up a wide wooden staircase is a wide and bright hall with large windows facing the street and several sets of coffee tables and chairs. The old gentleman led the two to a room, giving up their seats, making tea, and classical music vaguely wrapped around, and I don't know where they came from. The layout of the room is like a small living room, bookcase, flower rack, antique grid, sofa, coffee table, tea cabinet, and some items that should be placed.

The old gentleman asked, "Mr. Cheng, will the food be served now?"

Jiacheng said, "Go."

After the old gentleman left, Lin Longhong asked, "You haven't ordered yet?"

Jiacheng said, "The dishes here need to be ordered in advance. I have asked my secretary to order them before. I specially brought you here to eat, and I didn't go to the store to buy them until noon."

Lin Longhong asked, "Where is this place? Friend's house?"

Jiacheng said that it has no name and is not external.

As he was talking, an elegant woman came in and said, "Mr. Cheng is here. Are there just two of you?"

Wang Yalong is thinking about who this man and woman are. Even in the face of the big boss of Hong Kong, his behavior is very measured. Jiacheng said, "The one who is our cook today is a university professor."

Lin Longhong was shocked, "Is the professor coming to open such a small restaurant?"

Jiacheng said, "Small restaurant? It's not small. Those foreign consuls, experts, and presidents of multinational companies have to queue up to eat. She only cooks two dinners a day. Only one, three, five or three days a week.

Then, Jiacheng said this to Lin Longhong*. It is said that the ancestors of this family have been cooking imperial cuisine for generations, and the main dish of imperial cuisine in the Qing Dynasty is Hunan cuisine. The hostess's father was the first division of the Kuomintang's imperial dining room. Her father's father can be traced back to the Qing Dynasty. She has recipes left by her ancestors and hand-to-hand craftsmanship, which is very unusual.

Speaking of this, Jiacheng said to Lin Longhong, "I also want you to taste what the Empress Dowager ate. Coming here for a meal has become a symbol of identity and taste.

Speaking of this, Jiacheng smiled and said, "Every green onion here is picked and washed by people with senior titles. The old gentleman who led the seat just now is his husband, a retired medical professor. If you are humble, you can also ask him what to eat and what not to eat.

With that, the hostess served the first dish - cream sea cucumber soup. The soup is milky white, the sea cucumbers are dark, and there are some green onions and cilantro. Lin Longhong scooped a small bowl for Jiacheng. There is no waitress here. Wine and dishes are served, and everything is done by yourself. Lin Longhong gave a bite to her mouth with a small spoon, which was warm and fragrant. I don't know how this light soup made such a taste. Then she ate a small piece of sea cucumber, which was soft but not rotten, with a very soft taste and without any sea fishy smell.

After drinking the soup, the hostess sent red wine and said, "Eat my dish and pay attention to drinking red wine."

Lin Longhong poured wine for Jiacheng and looked at the boss from Hong Kong with very sincere and affectionate eyes. She was very moved. Such a big boss was willing to bring herself to such an elegant meal. Even if she wants the unspoken rules, she will be willing to die.

At this time, Jiacheng raised his cup and said to Lin Longhong, "Cheers to our understanding."

Then, the hostess served the dishes on the table one by one, the pot of sea crayfish, steamed and auspicious fish, and stir-fried crayons with green leeks...

At this time, Jiacheng called. After he answered, his face was a little unhappy.

Lin Longhong asked him what was going on.

He said, "Some businesses in Hong Kong have some trouble."

Lin Longhong's heart is a little nervous. She was afraid that he would be happy and that trouble would affect his mood. She still looked at the Hong Kong boss with a smile and said silently, "Opportunity, what a rare opportunity it is for God to give me. Boss Cheng, don't quit because of your mood."

That night, Jiacheng took her into a five-star hotel——

When they entered the room, Jiacheng pulled Lin Longhong and pulled her to his side and said, "I actually like it when I see you. I don't know where I am or where I am...

Lin Longhong covered his mouth with his own lips. Lin Longhong herself did not feel abrupt in this action. Such a move was something she had always thought of after eating and entering the house.

Then, Jiacheng suddenly hugged her like a lion after the anesthetic disappeared, as if to eat her. There was a strange sound in his throat, like an aggrieved sob and a low roar. Lin Longhong couldn't see his face. She felt that the face must be terrible at this moment. A face that could make that sound was by no means the usual Wang's quiet, confident, and even implied an arrogant boss's face. But that's why Jiacheng's fierceness also made her burn.

Lin Longhong and Jiacheng began to do one thing almost at the same time, tearing each other's clothes crazily, and also tearing their own clothes crazily. They were in a hurry and no longer elegant at all. They were entangled and tossed. Jiacheng wanted her to be on it for a while and to be below for a while. He was a person who would travel in any way over and over again. Until both of them were exhausted, like two bulleted beasts, they twisted and did not move.

For a long time, Lin Longhong opened her eyes slightly and looked at everything, as if looking at the battlefield after the fierce battle and two fallen soldiers. The two soldiers were undressed and scarred, which seemed to be too common. There is so much demand and supply relationship between a man and woman. If it were someone else, they would think that this was a shameless and disgusting thing, but at this time, here with Lin Longhong, it was so natural that it may be done again and again.

Jiacheng has fallen asleep. At this time, the room was in a mess. They just threw them on the coffee table, sofa tops, shoes and socks, two of which were more embarrassed than ** floating people. Hearing Jiacheng's gradual snoring, Lin Longhong pulled the quilt and covered him tightly. She was still not sleepy. She suddenly felt that her shoulders exposed outside were a little cold. She took the other blanket of **. She sat on Jiacheng's feet, curled up, put his feet in her belly, and wrapped them in a blanket. Turn off the floor light and open your eyes in the dark night.

She is thinking about how many people in this city have not slept, still thinking about their future and career, and where is the bright direction? Lin Longhong looked at the neon flashing outside the window. If every light is a star, then Lin Longhong has been thinking about her name. It can shine over this city.

In the second half of the night, Jiacheng woke up and half sat up. Lin Longhong asked him what he wanted to do. Jiacheng said he wanted to pee. He didn't say anything about using the bathroom or convenience. He didn't even say anything about relieving his hands. He said he wanted to pee like a child.

Lin Long turned red and turned on the bathroom light for him. Jiacheng didn't close the door, just opened a crumpled shirt and stood bare legs against the toilet, and then there was a rapid sound of water.

Lin Longhong also stood against the door in her messy clothes, watching Jiacheng finish peeing, and then went up to open the flush valve.

The two returned to the big bed, and Jiacheng asked, "How long did I sleep?"

Lin Longhong said, "It's almost dawn."

Jiacheng said, "I slept a long time."

Jiacheng said he was thirsty, and Lin Longhong made him a cup of hot tea. After drinking a few sips of tea, Jiacheng woke up. When he woke up, he and Lin Longhong lay reclined with their legs and feet staggered, like two street vagrants. This strange posture and presumptuous skin kin made Lin Longhong begin to feel a sense of courage and courage to say and demand.

He said, "Brother Cheng, I'm going to release an album."

In the dark, I heard a click, and then I saw the firelight illuminating Jiacheng's face and the smoke in his mouth.

Jiacheng said, "Lin Longhong, you follow me, and I will naturally praise you."

He continued: "From tomorrow, I will have a complete set of publicity planning, and there will be special people to choose songs, shapes and images for you. However, you are with me today, and I hope you will ease your mood. You know, to really enter the entertainment industry is to roast it on fire, fry it in an oil pan, and stir it in a blender.

Jiacheng said as he smoked slowly.

At this time, Lin Longhong didn't think so much. He didn't understand what Jiacheng said about roasting on the fire, frying in the oil pan and stirring in the blender. These are the feelings she didn't understand until she suddenly got involved in a ** case after becoming a red star.

Now he only cares about how Jiacheng will package him.

Jiacheng said: "I will prepare a few lines for you on the side of great beauty. One is called the pro-people line, which is to stay healthy and pure in front of the people, and spend money to make 'fans' on TV and the Internet to add fuel to the flames. After packaging, your route effect must be fashionable and avant-garde. The arrangement of the song is the most inclusive. Another key to the latest technology is to connect with the world trend...

Lin Longhong was very excited to hear it.

While talking, Jiacheng smoked a few cigarettes, and Lin Longhong put on a blanket to refill two teas for him. In the past, he didn't like to smell smoke. At this time, he felt that it was also fragrant, and it was also a great pleasure to pour tea for Jiatai.

The sky is getting brighter. They looked at the clothes. In this capacity, it was a little ridiculous to put on the wrinkled clothes of the two people in the fierce battle yesterday. Jiacheng made a phone call, and soon someone sent a complete set of high-hair suits for men and women from the inside out.

Lin Longhong and Jiacheng came all the way to Jumei Entertainment. At this time, she also called him Mr. Cheng, but anyone could see that the relationship between Lin Longhong and Mr. Cheng was unusual.

Someone sent the documents. Lin Longhong looked at him signing various documents and said to her, "These messy things are fucking."

Then he turned his face and looked at Lin Longhong with a bad smile and said, "Last night, your voice was better than singing."

Lin Long blushed and said anxiously, "What are you talking about?"

Jiacheng smiled. At this time, all kinds of car horns kept coming from the downstairs of Jumei Company.

Jiacheng said, "Well, today is your media meeting, and I solemnly recommend you to appear, starting from today!"

In the next few days, Lin Longhong has been in a trance, and the powerful publicity resources of Jumei Entertainment have tilted towards her, practicing songs, selecting songs, rehearsing, tutoring...

She doesn't know if she has so much talent. She has a pressure on her body, that is, how to sing well. When she devoted herself to the busy work of recording the new album, she forgot other people's eyes, and it didn't matter, because now she is the boss and is praised and righteous.

Her album has not been released yet, and the publicity strategy has been launched.

Her first EP, "Waiting for Love" is now more because of Jiacheng's support for her first sister's status. The song was also quickly released and began to seize the market.

As soon as her EP was launched, Jumei's operation immediately began to follow suit.

As soon as her EP was released, before that, both Tiantian Music Network and I Love Music, saw the publicity audition of this EP, that is, "Waiting for you, I'm waiting for you".

Jumei began to fully package Lin Longhong. A group of celebrities began to promote Lin Longhong's song.

This is a beautiful voice that girls want to worship and boys who want to love. ( Famous producer Z)

Her voice has a kind of intellectual beauty. When listening carefully, it feels like thinking about something quietly. It's refreshing. Lyricist G)

There are not many skills, but it can exude the charm of a sound. Musician A)

The owner of this voice has an aristocratic atmosphere. She is extraordinary. Writer D)

The Chinese music world is a good voice of one and two. ( Star Royal Producer H)

I think there is a chance for such an appearance, voice and attitude. Congratulations! Senior musician Y)

The sweetness and explosive power of her singing are both, and the queen reappears. ( Record musician I)

Wang Yamei doesn't know whether this so-called senior music expert and social status has really heard her songs, but one thing is that she understands that this is an operation, and Jiacheng, the boss of Jumei, is supporting her, which costs a lot of money.