Huo Xiang thought that as soon as he came back, his sister asked if there was any possibility of hitting the tune.

He raised his head and looked at Huo Yao, "sister, have you known about microblog for a long time?"

Things will be known sooner or later, so also did not hide, Huo Yao nodded, "last night brush micro blog to see."

"So you talked to Tong Yu last night about things online?" Huo Xiang understood in an instant.

No wonder he talked away from him last night.

"Well." Huo Yao touched his chin and tried to think about it. He comforted him with a serious tone: "fourth brother, you don't have to put these comments on the Internet in your heart. Don't be affected. The truth of the matter will be found out sooner or later."

Comfort. She's not good at it.

Huo Xiang looked at his sister like this, some can't cry or laugh, he put down the mobile phone, "this kind of situation is not never met before, the fourth brother has long been indifferent." "As like as two peas," he added, "compared to the fans' comments, I was even more surprised that the voice in the South would be exactly the same as I just finished today".

as like as two peas of the song, he had seen the half finished product of the song before. Even if he wanted to steal his tune to the south, it would not be the same as it was.

The unknown?

Or did you hit one in ten million?

Huo Xiangyue thought more and more strange, he stood up, took the mobile phone and went out.

Huo Yao is still in an accident. Her fourth brother is more calm than he imagined. Seeing him get up and go out, he can't help but ask: "fourth brother, where are you going?"

"I'll go to find out for the south." Huo Xiang did not return to say a word.

Huo Yao saw this, thought for two seconds, then also stood up, "take me one."

**

half an hour later, Huo Xiang drove to the South residential area.

Standing at the gate of Nanjia, Huo Xiang suddenly felt a little more emotion. In the past, when everyone had a good relationship, members of the orchestra often gathered at NanFang's home to discuss songs and future development. It's a pity that now

Huo Xiang's eyes crossed with gloom. Soon, he rang the doorbell.

Huo Yao did not go up, but waited in the car.

After a while, the door opened from inside, but it was not the south that opened the door, but his assistant.

"Well, lucky? Why are you here?" The assistant was holding the door frame, which was obviously unexpected.

Huo Xiang raised his head, looked over the assistant, looked at the room behind her, "I look for the south."

Assistant smell speech, eyes slightly Dodge, "South elder brother he is not in now."

Huo Xiang frowned. "I know he's there. If you let him out, I'll ask him a few words."

"I'm sorry, lucky. Nange hasn't come back yet."

After a pause, the assistant said, "but Nange told me before that if you want to talk to him about the songs on Weibo, he said that as long as you sincerely apologize on Weibo, after all, everyone is friends."

Huo Xiang suddenly sneered, "I'm very curious. He embezzled my music, and he's still raking around on Weibo. Do you want me to apologize? Where do you come from? "

The assistant touched the tip of his nose and said vaguely, "although I also don't believe you will do such a thing, the fact is Well, everyone is worried about this. "

The implication is that you should admit it. Don't make it look bad to everyone.

"Lucky, you'd better go. Nange is not here, because of the micro blog, in fact, he is also very sad." The assistant to the South sighed again.

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