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Chapter 2039 The Famous Gold Medal Music Maker
Lin Zhaoxia felt a little unclear in her heart.

As soon as I started listening to those music, I thought it was very nice, and I felt like I wanted to keep listening.

However, after listening to it, it is very easy to express the inner emotions.

It's like something is shaking the heartstrings in my heart, and I can't calm down when I become more.

The boy with his back to the door played seriously.

Lin Zhaoxia leaned her back against the wall, closed her eyes lightly, and listened carefully.

Very strange feeling.

Until the end of the song, Lin Zhaoxia still had some memories.

After a pause, she moved her footsteps, wanting to leave quietly.

A breezy and misty voice reached Lin Zhaoxia's ears: "Everyone who comes is a guest, since we are here, why don't we see each other?"

Lin Zhaoxia's footsteps stopped.

No one else was around.

Lin Zhaoxia was sure that this person was talking about herself.

She shrugged helplessly.

It was discovered.

Without hesitation, she simply opened the door and walked in.

And the young man turned around and sat down the moment Lin Zhaoxia pushed the door in.

Why did Lin Zhaoxia, who had seen so many handsome men, have a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The other party's brows and eyes are as bright and handsome as a god's arrival, and there is a touch of ultimate elegance and refinement all over his body.

The eyes that looked at him were extremely black, but it seemed that in the distant universe, the brightest star was in his eyes.

The white slim uniform set off the fairy aura surrounding this person like a god descending from the earth.

But seeing this person, Lin Zhaoxia paused.

The young man looked at Lin Zhaoxia with a dull expression, "I know you."

"Really?" Lin Zhaoxia was thinking about something in her mind, and answered a little absent-mindedly, "In Shengyuan, there is no one who doesn't know me."

"It's not in Shengyuan," the young man seemed to see something, but he didn't say it directly, but said with something in his words: "Succuba is very lucky."

In an instant, all thoughts in Lin Zhaoxia's mind were cut off.

Who is this boy in front of him?
Sheng Yuan may be known by few people.

Even walking outside, few people can remember it.

But after Lin Zhaoxia started working in this industry, she had a lot of information in her hands and an inventory in her mind.

When I saw this man, I remembered everything.

Two years ago, an amazingly talented teenager who turned out to be born out of nowhere, how many tens of millions of charts and the first release of his exclusive songs created, sold out in one minute?

And that person was named by the entire music world—a gold medal composer, a famous talented son, Jin Yefeng.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't expect that Jin Yefeng knew about herself.

What's more, he didn't expect to meet this well-known gold medal producer in the music circle in Shengyuan.

Lin Zhaoxia couldn't believe it, "Jin Yefeng? That gold medal producer in the music world?"

When Jin Yefeng heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then clenched his overly slender hands into fists, pressed them to his lips, coughed lightly, as if he was suppressing the smile that was about to come out, and then Turning his eyes, he greeted the golden sunshine bathing in the breeze, and said mistyly, "Gold Medal Composer? That's all in the past. Now it's two years later."

In this case, Lin Zhaoxia suddenly remembered that it was true that all the legends and sensations of Jin Yefeng only stopped two years ago.

After that, this person never appeared again, until two years later, until now, until Lin Zhaoxia met this young man in Shengyuan.

(End of this chapter)