Huzhou.

Bank family home.

Lu Ma was stunned for a long time, holding the phone and saying nothing.

Her first reaction was that Lu Yang was lying in order to return the money to them.

She knows Lu Yang. Her son has been in the middle and upper reaches of his peers since he was a child, in every aspect, and has no special talents.

But this son, who was usually unremarkable, suddenly told her that he had made money, and if she didn't do anything about it, it would be two hundred thousand.

She only felt that the sun was coming out in the west.

Lu Ma raised her head and looked at the TV that had been paused just now. The picture on the screen happened to stop at the appearance of the character played by Gu Qinghan. She was wearing a plain white robe, with a skirt that was more than three feet long. Her face was as beautiful as Wanyan, and her eyebrows were like distant mountains. She was so beautiful.

outrageous.

"How can you make money?" Lu Ma said, but her eyes were still looking at Gu Qinghan on the TV.

It is said that the more a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes him, but Mother Lu thinks the mother-in-law feels the same way about her daughter-in-law.

But what must be admitted is that in her eyes, Gu Qinghan was much better than Lu Yang. She was also surprised by the relationship between the two and could only attribute it to true love.

"I helped Gu Qinghan write two songs." Lu Yang's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Write a song for Xiao Gu?" Lu Ma said coldly, "Go back."

Lu Yang couldn't laugh or cry. Of course he knew what his mother was thinking. He just felt that Gu Qinghan was taking care of his face and gave him money in the name of buying songs.

"I really earned this. I wrote both songs word for word." He said boldly.

"I'll go ask Xiao Gu."

"What did you two do behind my back? Why have the phone calls been arranged?" Lu Yang said, but the call ended.

He can only be messy in the wind.

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Magic City.

Magic Music Studio.

Gu Qinghan was recording songs in the shed. To his left were sheets of paper filled with lyrics and music. Each sheet meant that the recording was complete and could be put into the album.

Now it was time to record the last two songs, leaving only "Said Goodbye" and "Maple". Although the recording effect that day was very good, she felt that it could be better.

But she practiced and practiced, and even in the end she couldn't sing that feeling. Even though Gu Tianheng and others gave her thumbs up countless times, all she got was a shake of her head.

That feeling is really indescribable. I always feel that the song has turned into a gem floating in front of me. When I reach out my hand, I am always one step away. Even if I touch it, I find that it is just an illusion.

She was practicing again, this was the nineteenth time, and the prelude melody had just sounded, and Gu Tianheng on the other end raised her mobile phone, which was a reminder of an incoming call.

"Who?" Gu Qinghan asked. The recording was interrupted, and she was a little unhappy.

"Your mother."

"That's your mother." Gu Qinghan gestured to continue recording, "No answer."

The sad piano sound sounded again in the earphones. Gu Qinghan calmed his breathing and was about to start singing again. Gu Tianheng raised his hand again, and there was still an incoming call reminder.

"Who?" Gu Qinghan controlled his anger, "Turn off my phone later."

"I don't know... the note above is Aunt Yu." Gu Tianheng said, "I'm dead."

"Don't hang up." Gu Qinghan quickly stopped him, "Everyone, please take a rest first. I'll take a call."

Gu Qinghan opened the door, took the phone and ran to the side room, leaving Gu Tianheng with a head full of questions.

As his brother, Gu Tianheng can swear to God that he has never known any aunt with the surname Yu since he was a child, and judging from Gu Qinghan's appearance, his status is higher than that of his own mother.

Why don't you recognize her as your mother?

"Hey, Auntie, what's wrong?" Gu Qinghan asked softly, her voice was very gentle.

These days, Lu Ma would always greet her, and if she abandoned her identity, it would be more like a mother's care.

In name, Lu Ma is her future mother-in-law, but in fact, this relationship is fake, but she can never refuse such care, like a moth to a flame.

She is a girl who entered the entertainment industry for her love, but her parents would only stop her. Later, her mother gave her warmth and she could not disrespect her.

"Xiao Gu, are you recording a song?" Lu Ma patted her thigh on the other end of the phone, "Hey, I just called you when my head got hot. Are you busy? If not, Auntie will call you later."

"It's fine."

"The aunt said hurry up and can't disturb you; Lu Yang told me that he wrote two songs for you and sold them for 200,000 yuan. Is this true?"

She kept talking about long stories, but Mother Lu was still talking:

"Xiao Gu, I know what you are thinking. We two old people really don't need much money. If you have money, just save it slowly."

"And that guy Lu Yang, what kind of songs can he write? Don't give up your career because of him. The men in our Lu family do listen to their wives, but none of us rely on our wives to make a living."

"He has hands and feet. He doesn't need your special care. You have to ensure that your career is not affected."

Lu Ma's voice was also very soft, like an old man with snowy temples and frosty hair teaching a child how to do things, and she was extremely pampering.

But Gu Qinghan only felt like thunder. She held her phone blankly, and the call from her mother came in again. It was obviously her mother, why was there such a big gap?

She hung up her mother's call again, "Auntie, don't think too much. The two songs Lu Yang wrote for me are really good. I plan to release an album soon, and I still don't know which song to choose from it."

Here’s the title song.”

"Really?" Lu Ma obviously hasn't accepted this fact yet.

"It's true, Auntie, I'm going to record a song soon. They are all waiting for me. When the album comes out, I will send you the first one. The songs written by Lu Yang are really good. You don't have to worry."

"Okay, okay, okay, then I'll hang up the phone first. Lu Yang, a brat like me, doesn't know how to explain more." Mother Lu said, "You two have to have a good time."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Qinghan slowly squatted down against the wall. She knew clearly what Lu Ma meant, but it was always based on a false relationship. No matter how beautiful the bubble was, it would be burst one day.

But somehow, she was afraid of that day coming. No one wanted to hurt such a mother.

She took out her phone again and looked at Lu's mother's call history in a daze. Above her, her mother's messages kept popping up.

[You should get married when you are older. What are the benefits of soaking in that big dye vat all day? 】

[Your Uncle Xu’s son returns to China this week. Would you like to meet him? 】

[Don’t be like your brother and don’t bring one home every day.]

"The gap is really huge."

Gu Qinghan slowly spit out these four words.

[I'm in love.] She edited the text. Such a lie could obviously block her mother's mouth, but in the end it was deleted because she couldn't say it.

Maybe she had some impulse just now, but she knew that now was not the time.

"Record a song."
Chapter completed!