When she got home, Jiang Yixuan put the box containing the championship ring into the glass cabinet where the trophy was stored.
The finals have been played for a long time, and it’s already midnight.
She looked at her phone and saw that Tang Jiu had not sent her a message since then, and she didn't know where she was now.
Jiang Yixuan: Ajiu, where are you?
Ajiu: At your doorstep.
Opening the door, Tang Jiu was standing at the door as expected, with a faint smile on his face.
She took Jiang Yixuan's hand and sat on the sofa and took the initiative to talk to her about what she had done after chatting with her.
"After shopping, I went to his house on the pretext that I wanted to eat the food he cooked."
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When he arrived at Xing Yan's house, he casually put the key on the shoe cabinet.
"Then I will do nothing today and just enjoy it." Tang Jiu hugged his arm and acted affectionately.
Xing Yan fondly rubbed her nose with his fingertips, "Okay, just rest aside. I'll call you when you're done."
"Um!"
Xing Yan took all the dishes to the kitchen, took off his coat, put his phone on the table casually, and went to deal with the dishes, leaving Tang Jiu to play by himself.
Tang Jiu smiled and nodded. When he entered the kitchen, his smile stopped, he picked up his phone and entered his birthday, and the lock screen opened.
Xing Yan's password has been her birthday since the relationship was established.
He said he would never have secrets from her.
Thinking of him, Tang Jiu felt a little complicated. Should he watch it or not?
Finally, she clicked on the recording and some chat software on his work software.
There is no information about this song, not even search information for Zhou Qianyi’s song, which proves that he doesn’t know about it at all?
Tang Jiu put his phone back to its original place.
She looked at the time and saw that it was already 7:50, and the new song would be online in ten minutes.
Tang Jiu also put down her phone and went to help Xing Yan. When the two of them were almost finished eating, she seemed to remember that Jiang Yixuan's new song was already online. She searched for it while talking and "accidentally" clicked on Zhou Qianyi's song.
head.
"I ordered the wrong."
Just as she was about to quit, she pointed her finger and said, "Xing Yan, when you listen to this song, does it sound a bit like Yixuan's new song?"
"Yeah?"
Xing Yan listened carefully and said, "It's indeed very similar."
"It's so similar that it could constitute plagiarism!" Tang Jiu said deliberately, "Hey, the release time of his song happened to be two o'clock this afternoon! It's earlier than Yixuan's!"
"This Zhou Qianyi belongs to your company, right?"
Xing Yan frowned and took his mobile phone and searched, "Yes, he is an artist from our company, and this song is very similar to Yixuan's song. Ah Jiu, who did Yixuan listen to this song before it was released?
Have you passed?"
"Let me ask."
Tang Jiu pretended to type, then raised his head and looked at Xing Yan with an incomprehensible expression, "Yixuan said it was only for the two of us, after you brought it up that night."
Xing Yan was stunned for a moment, walked to Tang Jiu and sat down, "Ajiu, it's not me."
"At that time, I was just concerned about whether Yixuan would have any works during the creative gap. I would not do such a thing."
Tang Jiu met her sincere eyes and nodded slowly.
"Well, I believe you." Tang Jiu said word for word, "The Xing Yan I like would not do such a thing."
"Xing Yan, but I still want to ask you one more thing, are you really not involved in this song at all and don't know anything about it?"
Xing Yan met Tang Jiu's gaze without any evasion or guilt.
"Yes, I really don't know."
Tang Jiu smiled slowly, "That's good. Yixuan told me that she has evidence to prove that the song is hers. If there is any dispute, let them suffer the consequences!"