Fake daughters are wealthy

"Tsk. You wrote it?" Qiao Nian smiled, and the arc he evoked was sinister and arrogant.

Qiao Yan was inexplicably confused by her laughter, but at this moment she was forced to have no way out, even if Qiao Nian laughed that her scalp was about to explode, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and not let go: "No Wrong, that song was written by me."

"Qiao Nian, you should remember it very clearly. I wrote the song at the beginning. I just asked you to help me read it and change it. The song is mine." She still did not forget to 'remind' the other party.

The girl didn't talk nonsense to her. In front of Master Steven, she walked to the bedside table, bent down to pick up the pen and paper, and threw it on the hospital bed. She raised her eyebrows arrogantly and said concisely: "Since you wrote it. Come on, you Write one more."

Grab and grab.Qiao Chen: "..."

Qiao Nian glanced at her casually, saw her speechless expression, and said indifferently: "Why. Didn't you just keep saying that I slandered you and said it was all your stuff, since you wrote it yourself, I'll just 'polish' it for you, and it shouldn't be a big problem if you write another one in front of your teacher."

Master Steven also looked at her, his blue eyes full of expectation. After all, Qiao Chen is his student. Whether it is emotional or rational, he still hopes that Qiao Chen can prove himself.

Qiao Chen was stared at by several eyes, her fair face slowly turned into blush, and her face was flushed in an instant, she didn't dare to meet the eyes of several eyes, she turned away, and said weakly: "My The hand is hurt."

Humong Tianlai's novel Humong. "Heh!" Qiao Nian didn't intend to let her go today, so she calmly picked up the pen and paper on the hospital bed, standing in a beautiful and sassy posture: "It's okay, I can write for you. Tell me, I'll write for you. "

Qiao An turned her head and stared at her with blushing eyes, as if she wanted to eat her, and lowered her voice: "Qiao Nian, you did it on purpose!"

"What is it on purpose?" Qiao Nian held the pen with white jade-like fingers, looked at her lazily, seemed to react, and smiled: "You said that I made things difficult for you on purpose? You didn't say that you were the one who won the award. I wrote it, and I will give you a chance to prove that I am wrong too?"

Qiao Chen gritted his teeth: "Writing an arrangement also requires environment and inspiration. You think it's homework, and you can write whatever you want. Can you write it in such a short time?"

She said this to clear herself up.

Who would have thought that the girl in a black T-shirt and peaked cap had frivolous eyes and answered casually, "I can."

*

Outside the door, Ye Wangchuan leaned against the door of the ward.

Gu Sanchu was beside him, standing respectfully, actually blocking the others outside.

Shen Jingyan and Wei Ling were standing not far away.

Shen Jingyan's face was livid, while Wei Ling held his arm, as if trying to persuade him not to be impulsive, the expressions on both of their faces were ugly.

They had seen the dispute between Qiao Nian and Qiao An in the ward, including the fragments of the arrangement that Qiao Nian gave Master Steven to listen to, and they also heard it.

Compared with Shen Jingyan, Wei Ling had a stronger sense of uneasiness.

She herself is also a piano learner, and besides being backed by the Wei family, she is somewhat capable in this area. As soon as the arrangement in Qiao Nian's mobile phone was released, she concluded that there was something wrong with the arrangement that Qiao Chen won the Grammy Award. , must have used someone else's stuff.

It's a novel.Later, Qiao Nian directly exposed this point in public, and asked Qiao An to prove herself, and her sense of uneasiness grew stronger.

"I seem to have heard those few pieces of arrangement just now..." Wei Ling said in a low voice, sticking to Shen Jingyan's ear, for fear of being overheard by others.