Huo Xiang's cold eyes, he did not continue to speak, but directly pushed the door into, he knew south must be inside.

"Oh, lucky, don't do this..."

Assistant can not stop, had to close the door, followed by Huo Xiang.

Into the living room, as expected, saw sitting on the sofa south.

"Where did you get your audio?" Looking at Huo Xiang, he went south.

He took off his legs to the South and stood up. The expression on his soft and beautiful face was very plain, "the audio frequency was created by myself."

"There is no outsider here, and you don't have to act with me here. Whether you can make such a tune is known to all." Huo Xiang said.

"You are allowed to create, but others can't? Lucky, are you being too rude? "

What he hates most is the lofty appearance of Huo Xiang, who is "only he can do it, but no one else can". Clearly, his talent is not low, but he is always crushed by him.

Huo Xiang looked at the south in front of him. After years of getting along with him, he was so strange now. He sarcastically tugged at the corners of his lips. "Will you write? I don't care. I'll ask you, how did you get this music?"

She pursed her lips to the south, her face was cold, and her attitude was very hard, "it was my original work! You stole my ideas. "

Huo Xiang looked at him quietly, half ring, he did not say anything, turned around and left.

Looking south at Huo Xiang's back, I thought he would say something more, but left without saying anything It's not much like his style.

He squinted to the South and thought of the source of the song. Instead, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found out Lu Xia's mobile phone number in his address book, which he had called only an hour ago, and called back.

It wasn't long before the call was put through.

"Your brother came to the door and asked me how the music came from." Say it directly to the south.

Lu Xia at the other end of the phone seemed to have expected it, and his voice was flat as usual, "the music is yours. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm curious. How did your music come from?" Ask south.

When this woman found him, he also asked, she did not say anything, only said that she could help him, let Huo Xiang fall into disrepute.

He didn't take it seriously, but seeing that Huo Xiang's popularity is getting higher and higher now, his inner reluctance can no longer be contained, so he had the micro blog yesterday.

"You don't need to know how it came from. The finished song is in your hands. He has no evidence to defend himself again." Lu Xia said slowly.

After a pause, she said in a positive tone, "believe me, there will be no problem."

Hearing this from Lu Xia in the south, the uneasiness that just rose from the bottom of my heart slowly subsided, "I hope what you said is true, otherwise you can't escape the connection."

"You don't need to remind me of this. You should call less if you have nothing to do in the future." Lu Xia said lightly.

"All right, hang up." South perfunctory should sound, immediately, he will hang up the phone.

With Lu Xia's assurance, he didn't worry about anything more to the south.

*

Lu Xia over there hung up the phone, her eyes were cold, and she couldn't stop rising when she thought of all kinds of questions that her fourth brother would face.

Don't you look down on her? Don't you despise her?

Hurt by her own music, she wants to see how he can turn over this time?

Lu Xia is in a good mood and turns to go back to the living room. However, Lu Ziming is not far away.

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