Chapter 85 (1/2)
Hearing this sentence, Sheng Jing hung his eyes and didn't answer.
Sheng Jingrui asked him to do whatever he wanted. However, he wanted to sign South Vietnam. He was afraid that he would be disillusioned.
Sheng Jingrui said everything and decided to buy it. He was much happier.
Instead, he asked, ”how's your song?”
”It's done.” Sheng Jingheng went to the bar and motioned to Chen le to bring himself a cup of black coffee.
Sheng Jingrui was surprised: ”so fast? I thought you had to stay in your studio until you joined the group. Now that it's written, I'll arrange when I'm going to send the song. ”
”No hair.” Sheng Jingheng seemed to feel that the two words were too ruthless, and added, ”I'll join the group next month.”
When he talked a lot, Sheng Jingrui felt something wrong: ”is it not issued for the time being, or has it not been issued all the time?”
Sheng Jingheng also knew that he could not be fooled easily. He said, ”this year's song has been issued, and next year's song will be released at that time.”
”Are you... Writing songs for others?” Sheng Jingrui was very surprised and was not sure.
After all, although Sheng Jingheng has been writing his own lyrics and music since his debut, he only writes songs for himself, not much, and has never written songs for anyone.
Even if the other party is a senior in the singing world, or a singer of the same company.
”It hasn't been decided yet.” Sheng Jingheng stroked the coffee cup. He didn't think too much, but when inspiration came, he wrote a song.
After writing, I found that this song doesn't seem to be suitable for him.
Sheng Jingrui wanted to ask again, but suddenly there were several messages on his mobile phone. He looked curiously for a moment, and then he didn't calm down.
”I'll go. Why is Chu ye so fast that he signed a contract with South Vietnam?”
Sheng Jingheng smiled faintly: ”I reminded you.”
”I was thinking that if it were me, I would choose the prosperous age between Hongyu and the prosperous age.” Sheng Jingrui was upset when he said, ”forget it. Don't say much. I'm home. I'll talk another day.”
”OK.” After hanging up, Sheng Jingheng returned his mobile phone to Chen le.
When he thought of something, he took out his mobile phone and opened wechat.