Sir, could you please copy me a copy of the music score so that I can play a piece or two in my spare time?"

Li Mingrui's eyes flickered and he stated his purpose in a high-sounding voice.

When he thought about it, Ding Ning would be dead soon, but it would be a pity that such a good piece of music would not survive with his death. Therefore, even if he was jealous to death, he could only play it with a smile on his face.

Let’s talk about it after you get the music score.

"No problem, it's just a small matter."

Ding Ning readily agreed, but he was sneering secretly in his heart. No wonder this guy was so arrogant at first and respectful at the other, it turned out that he was planning to score his own music.

It's just that he can't figure it out. What will happen if this guy gets the music score? His original creation is still there. Does he still dare to shamelessly say that he was the creator?

"That would be great. I can't wait. I wonder if Mr. Ding can write it down now so that I can get familiar with it earlier."

Li Mingrui rubbed his hands and said with a look of embarrassment. Seeing Ding Ning's eyes looking a little weird, he hurriedly smiled and complimented: "The main reason is that this song is so nice. I want to start practicing as soon as I get home at night. Otherwise, I might not be able to sleep at night."

Sleeping."

This answer seemed to be impeccable, but Ding Ning still vaguely felt that something was wrong. However, he was a very talented and bold man and was not afraid of any conspiracy at all. He did not take it seriously and agreed casually: "Okay, it just so happened that I promised Diba.

If she writes one, let’s write it together.”

"Okay, thank you very much Mr. Ding. I'll ask someone to send you paper and pen."

Li Mingrui thanked him with joy.

But I was sneering secretly in my heart, so what if Diba has a share? Anyway, she will become mine tonight, isn’t what’s hers mine?
Chapter completed!