Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Chapter 106 I Have Used My Things for So Many Years

The voice was about to fall, the curtain was lifted, and a slender and graceful woman appeared in front of the people.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, her cherry lips are untouched and vermilion, her skin is as frosty as snow, without any blemishes.

There is an indescribable elegance in every gesture.

Such a person seems to be born with a lot of attention, like a condensing body, focusing the eyes of everyone in the audience on her.

Who is this person?

Why did you go up suddenly?

There was a unified doubt in everyone's heart.

But got no results.

Just watching her helplessly, she walked steadily towards Jiang Yimiao who was alone and helpless on the podium.

He leaned over and picked her up, then turned to look at Miao Bo:

"However, this sentence should be given to Mr. Miao. After all, you should be the one who plagiarized, right?"

The plagiarist should be you, right?

"Or……"

After a pause, Jiang Nuantang went on to say:

"Using the same thing for so long, you forget how it came from?"

Two consecutive words with a huge amount of information undoubtedly dropped a heavy bomb in the crowd.

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Miao plagiarized?"

"how can that be?"

……

Doubts kept ringing around, Miao Bo's face suddenly changed, and he looked at Jiang Nuantang suspiciously:

"You, who are you?"

Miao Bo asked eagerly, with a slightly imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Jiang Nuantang ignored his panic, raised the corners of her lips, meaningful:

"Isn't it too late to ask me this question after using my stuff for so many years?"

If we talk about before, Miao Bo was just guessing in his heart.

Then when you hear this, you are sure.

but……

The horror in Miao Bo's eyes was even worse. He looked at Jiang Nuantang with disbelief on his face:

"No, impossible! How could you..."

it's that person...

Miao Bo's voice was not too loud, but at this moment everyone's eyes were attracted by the movement on the stage.

Even Guan Yelin, who was planning to leave, stopped and sat back in his seat.

So everyone noticed Miao Bo's gaffe.

The host also recovered from the successive changes, and asked Jiang Nuantang who suddenly appeared:

"Ma'am, may I ask who you are?"

The question was like this, and the host also guessed a bit from the similar faces of the mother and daughter.

Unexpectedly, I heard:

"My surname is Jiang, and I am the composer of "Jin" that you are suspected of plagiarizing."

"In this case, why did you just..."

does not appear?

The moderator was puzzled.

After all, they put pressure on Jiang Yimiao a lot just now.

If the composer of "Jin" was on the scene, there would be no reason not to show up.

Jiang Nuantang pursed her lips lightly, and said in a calm voice:

"I haven't heard this song before. I just downloaded it to listen to it. I wasted a little time."

The cold face and extraordinary demeanor came into Guan Yelin's eyes at this moment.

One with the composer of his imaginary Ember!

Guan Yelin was so excited that he stood up again, looking at Jiang Nuantang on the stage with burning eyes.

With just one glance, he was sure.

This is the person he has been looking for!

As for why Miao Bo said that "Jin" plagiarized, he believed that there must be some hidden secrets in it.

The host was also quite frightened by Jiang Nuantang's words.

They said that "Jin" was suspected of plagiarism, but the composer personally denied it, saying that he had never heard "Wu Shuang".

Who the hell is lying?

but……

The host quickly calmed down again.

The plagiarism of "Jin" was confirmed by the organizing committee after research and comparison by experts.

Even the award ceremony has stopped, can there still be holidays?

Thinking of this, the host settled down and said again:

"Ms. Jiang, I think you heard it just now. The organizing committee believes that the song you composed is suspected of plagiarism. If you are sure that you have never heard "Wu Shuang" before, please show evidence..."

In order to maintain the majesty of the organizing committee, the host spoke in a high-sounding manner.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this request was simply unreasonable.

I've never heard of it, so how can anyone prove it?

Guan Yelin also felt that it was difficult for others.

Only Jiang Nuantang's face was calm, and he even slightly curled the corners of his lips, looking at Miao Bo:

"Do you want to say it yourself, or should I say it for you?"

Jiang Nuantang threw the question to the other party, and saw his body startled, and the blood faded from his face in a flash.

But soon, his complexion returned to normal.

Clenching his fists, he forcibly denied it calmly:

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Miao Bo told himself not to show his feet.

Even if the woman in front of him feels like the person in his imagination.

But before everything surfaced, he must hold on.

If you take the initiative to admit it before then, it is really over.

"In that case..."

Jiang Nuantang lowered her eyes, and when she raised her eyes again, there was only coldness in her eyes:

"Then I don't have to save you any face."

Originally, I wanted to give him a chance to confess.

Since he refused to admit it, she would no longer tolerate it.

At this moment, two figures hurried onto the stage.

It was Tan Jinxia who hadn't appeared since just now, and Shao Yijin followed her.

The two ran all the way to Jiang Nuantang, Tan Jinxia handed the things in her hands to Jiang Nuantang, and said in a breathless voice:

"I got it, give it."

Everyone followed her gaze to look at the item in her hand, and found that it was a small and light handheld computer.

Jiang Nuantang took the computer and put Jiang Yimiao down.

Holding the computer in one hand, he tapped on it quickly with the other.

The host didn't know what she was going to do. Seeing that she wasted so much time and was still in the mood to play with the computer, she couldn't help frowning.

"Ms. Jiang, if you can't produce evidence, you'd better admit it earlier, don't waste everyone's time—"