Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

That is to say, in the future, if this song is played on any music software or used for commercial performance, Wen Qiao will have to pay copyright fees.

If this song becomes popular, Wen Qiao can basically make money while lying down.

And Song Hao immediately asked her for an account number and sent her money directly.

Urgent like a liar.

If it wasn't for the 300,000 yuan received in half an hour, Wen Qiao would be a little uneasy.

Song Hao was afraid that such a talented composer would run away, and wanted to settle down quickly, so he was so urgent.

"If there are any new songs in the future, you must send them to me, ok?"

Wen Qiao happily replied 'ok'.

She believes in Song Hao's aesthetics and character, and will be a regular long-term cooperation in the future.

Su Yun entered the door with vegetables in her hand, Wen Mo stepped forward to help, Wen Qiao heard the movement, and left the room.

Su Yun lifted the plastic bag in her hand: "I'm going to eat shrimp tonight, how do you want to cook it? Deep-fried shrimp or brine shrimp?"

"Oil burst."

"Okay, bring a toothpick, I'll pick the shrimp string."

Under the acacia tree, Wen Qiao wanted to help her pick out shrimp thread, Su Yun waved her hand: "You don't need your help."

Wen Qiao picked up the lively shrimp: "I want to help."

Su Yun looked at her with a smile: "Oh, by the way, your uncle called me today, it's his birthday tomorrow, and he invited us to have lunch."

Wen Qiao's eyes froze. Her philistine aunt had always disliked their family and hardly had contact with their family. Last year's uncle's birthday was her mother's uninvited visit.

Her mother bought a shirt for her uncle, and her aunt despised it as a street stall in public.

Why did you take the initiative to invite them to your birthday this year?

"Didn't I get ridiculed by my aunt when I went last year? Will I go again this year?"

"That's your uncle, it's my brother, don't worry about what your aunt said, did you hear me?"

"Brother...does he treat you like a younger sister? He treats us less than Aunt Xiaojun treats us."

Su Yun was a little helpless: "Just go to have a meal, and uncle invited me personally."

"I won't go, I'll go to you."

Su Yun had nothing to do with Wen Qiao: "You child, why are you so disobedient?"

The next day, Su Hai called early in the morning, and Wen Qiao could hear her uncle's voice from far away, "You have to come, you are the dearest sister in Haicheng, and I will How can your family not come for your birthday?"

Wen Qiao frowned, feeling a little strangely enthusiastic.

Su Yun hung up the phone and said to Wen Qiao, "Your uncle said he would come to pick us up."

Wen Chi gnawed on an apple and said, "The weasel has no good intentions in wishing the chicken a New Year's greeting. What kind of wishful thinking is this family planning?"

Su Yun patted him on the head: "Bastard, who are weasels and chickens?"

Wen Chi snorted: "Our aunt is so afraid of getting involved with this poor relative of ours, and suddenly she's so enthusiastic. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon."

Half an hour later, Su Hai's minivan stopped at Shuying Road. He was forty-six years old, his figure was a bit fat, his face turned red when he ran, and he was out of breath, and stopped at the gate of Wen Qiao's house: "Uncle specially drove to pick him up." You, Qiao Qiao, Xiao Chi, Xiao Mo, hurry up and go to uncle's house for dinner with your mother."

Both Wen Chi and Wen Mo looked at Wen Qiao.

Su Yun was also a little apprehensive, and whispered, "Let's go have a meal."

Wen Qiao smiled: "Uncle came here specially to invite you, Xiaochi Xiaomo, let's go have a meal to celebrate Uncle's birthday."

She would like to see what kind of medicine this family sells in the gourd.

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