The night was gradually coming, and Wu Di refused Bandi's kindness to send a car to him, and took Ling Jingru's little hand and walked out of the Qiushun Hotel where Bandi lived.

Ling Jingru still feels a little dazed. Everything that happened today is like a dream. She originally made an appointment to go to Mount Mauer, but the mountain did not reach it, but instead saved someone. A meal that was shocked became Wu Di's talent show. Now she has witnessed Wu Di's six songs sold at a sky-high price of 1.1 million yuan. More importantly, why did she become his girlfriend in a daze?

"Hehe, Jingru, what are you thinking?" Wu Di smiled and shook Ling Jingru's little hand.

The street lights flashed and blinked, and the eyes lit up, dragging down the swaying shadows of the tree, and it became more mysterious when cast on people.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Ling Jingru asked looking at Wu Di's side face.

"You didn't dream, it was me who dreamed." Wu Di smiled. Isn't he just living in a dream now? Not to mention his rebirth, but the opportunity fell on his head. More importantly, when he was in love with Ling Jingru in his previous life, he did not walk on the road with his hands holding hands like this.

"You have become a millionaire now." Ling Jingru persisted in asking this question she had witnessed with her own eyes.

Many people are still struggling for tens of thousands of households and tens of thousands of households, but Wu Di becomes a millionaire in the blink of an eye. If you don’t see it with your own eyes, Ling Jingru really can’t believe that such a thing happened to her.

"That doesn't matter. What's important is that I have you. For me, I already have the whole world." Wu Di said with a smile.

"Hehe, are you going to start creating again?"

Wu Di stopped, grabbed Ling Jingru's shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes: "Jingru, believe me, I will never let you shed a tear for me in this life."

Ling Jingru looked at Wu Di, and her heart slowly melted. She raised her Xiu fist and gently pounded Wu Di's chest: "I'm stupid, I know how to use these words to make girls happy. Have you said this to Qin Xiuyue as well?"

A woman's jealousy is a thorn that is stuck in her heart. The thorn is pulled out, but the wound is left.

"Jingru, I'm sorry." Wu Di said softly. This responsibility is unshirkable, after all, he used to be himself.

"Follower", Ling Jingru's little hand pressed on Wu Di's mouth: "I want you to never say sorry to me."

"I swear, I will never say these three words to you again in my life." Wu Di hurriedly raised his left hand, which was a rare opportunity to confess.

Ling Jingru struggled with her little hand and wanted to resist this sudden love. It was too fast, only one day was there. Although she had been watching him silently for many years, Ling Jingru was still unwilling to hand over herself to him easily.

Wu Di laughed and dragged Ling Jingru to run forward, singing loudly: "The first time I said I loved you, my breathing was so sad that my heart kept trembling. The first time I took your hands and gently put them down and didn't know where to go. That's the reason to love each other, that's to stay together."

Ling Jingru giggled and shouted loudly: "Wu Di, you are so awesome!"

OK, Wu Di, let me be crazy with you.

The two of them picked up their bicycles at the place where they rode in the morning, and then pushed the bicycle slowly along the edge of the road, occasionally looking at each other, exchanging a knowing look or giggling twice, silently conveying each other's warmth.

No matter how far you are, you will always reach the end as long as you walk step by step. When Ling Jingru saw the lights of her home, she was a little reluctant.

"I'm home now."

"Um."

"You go back."

"Oh, see you tomorrow."

"Hehe, go back quickly."

"Oh, I'll see you go upstairs."

"Silly, go quickly. The song you sang just now is so nice. Why don't you sell it to him together?"

"Haha, that song was only remembered when I held your hand, but I wouldn't sell it. I'll give it to you the same song, and I'll only sing it to you."

"You're a genius fool."

"Well, I'm just stupid to you."

"I'm so stupid, I've studied it in college again."

"hehe."

"and you"

"I'll come here to pick you up tomorrow."

"oh"

Wu Di grabbed Ling Jingru's little hand again and asked tentatively: "Why don't we go to the small garden to sit?"

Ling Jingru looked up at the lights upstairs and nodded gently.

The small garden is a well-known place for lovers to date in the county town. If you sit in the small garden, it means that you have officially agreed to be his girlfriend.

On the bench under the shadow of the tree, Ling Jingru finally gave up her reserve and snuggled in Wu Di's warm arms, silently chanting the song Wu Di sang today: "Are you really willing to put a piece of sheepskin on me? Are you really willing to accompany me to the sunrise and to the sunset until you grow old?"

"I do."

"Then what are you going to do if you have so much money now?" After a long time, Ling Jingru asked a very realistic question.

When Wu Di heard Ling Jingru mention this issue, he also became serious: "Jingru, I'm just about to discuss this matter with you."

Ling Jingru sat up from Wu Di's arms: "What's the matter? Isn't this good?"

Wu Di held Ling Jingru's shoulders and said, "Jingru, this is not the life I want. Even if this happened today, I plan to quit. I am going to do some business by myself."

"Oh, then you won't write songs in the future?"

"Haha, not necessarily. If you have any feelings, just write two poems."

"Hehe, you want to treat Bandy as your bank. Well, you can sell him the song you just sang for me." Ling Jingru laughed: "But the contract you signed with him is a bit too harsh. The songs you created in the next three years must be given priority to the Emperor Records. Although the conditions they give are very good, they always feel like a contract to sell their bodies."

Wu Di laughed. Which artist in the entertainment industry signed a contract that was not a contract for selling? The contract he signed with Bandi today is already very relaxed. In general, he is still a freelance writer, and Dadi Records does not limit the number of creations, which means that he sells it if he wants to sell it, and he doesn't feel good if he doesn't want to sell it. Dadi Records proposed this condition simply because he doesn't want Wu Di to provide a song source for competing companies, which is understandable. In fact, the contract signed is not a loss. Dadi Records is not only necessary to pay it to him.

In addition to the royalties, he will also give himself certain bonuses according to the performance of the songs. Wu Di knew in his mind that which songs he gave to Bandi would not be a big hit, and this bonus alone would not be a small number in the future. Wu Di just didn't want to infringe on the copyright of future generations too much, otherwise he would have to sort out hundreds of songs casually, and they were all the ones that would be popular in the future. But is it meaningful to do this? No matter how beautiful you do, you are just a thief who plagiarizes other people's achievements. This is not what Wu Di wanted.

When he heard Ling Jingru's crazy-looking song "The First Time" was also sold to Bandi, Wu Di smiled and stretched out his finger and shaved Ling Jingru's little nose: "Little Caimian, I wrote that song for you. Whether it is sold or not is yours, you can decide it yourself."

Based on his understanding of Ling Jingru in his previous life, Wu Di has basically confirmed that this song will definitely be sold. The growth of roses also requires the maintenance of fertilizer, right?

"Really?" Ling Jingru's eyes lit up: "Then can't I become your agent?"

Wu Di smiled and held Ling Jingru in his arms: "You are not my agent, you are my housekeeper."

"Yeah, it's so ugly." Ling Jingru grinned exaggeratedly, and Wu Di stuffed her heart into a honeypot.

Wu Di smiled and kissed Ling Jingru gently on the forehead. It was so natural, but Ling Jingru almost jumped out of Wu Di's arms nervously.

Feeling Ling Jingru's unnatural resistance, Wu Di was stunned for a moment before he woke up. He was still himself, but Ling Jingru was no longer the Ling Jingru who had spent ten years with him. Wu Di became happy, and he found the feeling of falling in love when he was young.

"Jingru", Wu Di pretended to be nothing and naturally held Ling Jingru's shoulder: "I plan to go to the factory tomorrow to go through the resignation procedures."

"So fast? You don't have to think about it again? Do you have to discuss this matter with your uncle?" Ling Jingru asked in surprise.

Wu Di reached out to stroke the few strands of hair floating on Ling Jingru's forehead: "It would be strange if we told our old man that he wouldn't jump up. I plan to hide it from him for the time being and tell him when the business starts."

"Terror first and then report." Ling Jingru laughed. After all, young people are young people, and their longing for the future will never be restricted by an iron rice bowl.

Wu Di smiled and nodded: "This is also impossible. You don't know that my father is just like a piece of wood."

Ling Jingru giggled and shook her branches: "Okay, you dare to say bad things about your uncle behind your back. Look at whether I will sue you if I turn back."

"Okay, then do you think you'll go to my house to file a lawsuit tomorrow?" Wu Di took the opportunity to propose an invitation.

Ling Jingru was startled and her eyes became flustered again. It was too fast. I only confirmed this vague relationship today and I will go to his house tomorrow.
Chapter completed!