Only a younger sister would dare to pluck the tiger's hair.
Luo Shimiao patted his bottom and stood up: "Sister Ling, I'll have to trouble you to take good care of Xinyue from now on."
"Don't worry," Dong Ling replied with a smile.
It was time to leave work, so Luo Shimiao pulled Lan Xinyue away.
To thank her for her help, Lan Xinyue drove her to eat something delicious.
Thinking of her driving skills, Luo Shimiao straightened up and looked at the road.
Lan Xinyue glanced at her quickly and smiled, "Miaomiao, don't be nervous. I practiced a bit later, and my driving skills are much better now."
"It seems you do have some self-awareness."
........
It was already 8 p.m. after dinner. After Luo Shimiao took the person home, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.
She turned on her turn signal, parked the car on the side of the road, picked up her phone and opened WeChat. She saw that two hours ago, Gu Nian had asked her when she would be back for dinner.
She was chatting with Lan Xinyue about gossip in the entertainment circle at the restaurant when her phone vibrated. She was so engrossed in the conversation that she forgot to check it.
"Oh no, oh no, I have to go back and appease them." He started the car and rushed to Gu Nian's house.
Luo Jianxing and Li Man returned to the Luo family home after breakfast.
The main gate of the black gold building slowly opened, and Luo Shimiao parked the car directly in the yard.
They took the seatbelt and scooped up the sleeping bird.
I opened the door, changed my shoes in the entryway, and tiptoed upstairs to the second floor.
The lights on the second floor were off, with only moonlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She saw that the study door was ajar, and light shone through the crack onto the floor.
"Hello~ I'm back." Luo Shimiao pushed open the door and quickly walked in, throwing herself into the man's arms.
The man wore gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high, straight nose, and held a book in his left hand.
He lowered his right hand from the book, touched the girl's slightly protruding belly, and said quietly, "You're out there eating and drinking well, but you don't even reply to my messages, leaving me to eat alone at home."
Luo Shimiao wrapped her arms around his strong, narrow waist and nestled against his chest: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean not to reply. Xin Yue's gossip about the entertainment industry was just too exciting, and then I forgot about it."
Gu Nian took off his glasses, lowered his eyelids, and looked down at her chest. He licked his lips and said, "I'm not full yet. Eat some more with me."
"Okay." Luo Shimiao agreed without hesitation.
The man lifted her chin, bit her red lips, and greedily seized her scent.
Hey!
I promise to have dinner with you, a proper dinner, not the kind of dinner depicted in the illustrations of "Jin Ping Mei"!
I was careless!
........
Two days later.
Luo Shimiao took Xiao Lü to the recording studio.
Yesterday, she received the sheet music for a new song from Zhou Yang, so she and Xiao Lü stayed home to practice singing.
Thinking it was a love song, she taught Gu Nian to sing it after he got off work, but the result was terrible, not even as good as a single hair of Xiao Lü.
Little Green swung on her mask: "Dear patron, you are so talented, please write a song for me to sing. You know how much I love music."
"If the issuance makes money, we'll split it 40/60, you get 60% and I get 40%."
Luo Shimiao: "I'm busy."
"No rush, I'll write it when I have time."
"If you ask me to write a song, do you expect me to pay you? I'm not going to be a sucker."
"You eat my food and live in my house, and I haven't even settled accounts with you yet."
Xiao Lü: "I'll owe you for now. When you have your baby, I'll tell him stories every night to lull him to sleep."
"I'll help you take care of the baby during the day," Little Green poked her head out and looked at her, "okay?"
Luo Shimiao's lips curled up: "Tell me the dirty stories your master taught you?"
"Of course not. Don't let my young age fool you, I've lived in many countries and have a wealth of experience."
"Your destination is on your right. This navigation session is now complete," the voice navigation system announced.
Luo Shimiao parked his car and walked into a recording studio called Leting.
"Shi Miao, over here." Zhou Yang stood up from the sofa and waved to her.
Xiao Lü greeted him warmly: "Brother Zhou Yang."
"Little Green, you're here too."
Yes, I came here because I missed you.
Luo Shimiao really wanted to roll her eyes at him. He lied without thinking and took advantage of the fact that his face was covered in hair so she couldn't see his expression.
Following Zhou Yang upstairs, after greeting the producer, the two entered the recording studio.
Luo Shimiao stood in front of the microphone, picked up the earphones next to him, and put them on.
Little Green stood in front of the glass, looking at them with intense curiosity in her eyes.
She thought it would only take an hour or two to finish before she arrived, but she underestimated it.
I can usually listen to a song in three or four minutes, but I didn't expect the recording process to take so long.
Each vocal part requires recording more than a dozen takes. We go in at 10 a.m. and come out at 5 p.m.
Excluding the time for meals and breaks, the recording lasted a full 5 hours.
"Cough..." Luo Shimiao touched her throat: "Zhou Yang, the song is very good, but don't ask me to sing it again next time."
Zhou Yang handed her a throat lozenge: "This time it's considered fast. Usually it takes at least 8 hours to record."
"I'm going back now. I wish you great success!" Luo Shimiao tore open the throat lozenge and popped it into her mouth.
"We're just about to go eat, do you want to come along?"
"No, the paparazzi are squatting over there." Luo Shimiao pointed to a corner.
Having a meal will probably make it to the trending topics again, and this time it'll be about a romantic scandal.
Zhou Yang quickly looked over and saw a man wearing a baseball cap quickly crouch down and hide behind the car.
"Sigh, that's how it is to be an artist, there's no private space. Be careful when you get back."
"Hmm," Luo Shimiao returned to the car and placed the droopy, hungry little green dog in the passenger seat: "Do you still want to release a song?"
Little Green opened her mouth and said weakly, "I don't want to think about it anymore." Just watching her from the side was exhausting.
On the way back, Luo Shimiao glanced at the rearview mirror and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face: "You think you can follow me?"
After teasing them for a while, I easily shook off the black car following behind me.
Inside the black car, the man pounded on the steering wheel in frustration: "Damn it, we got dumped!"
Sitting in the passenger seat, holding a camera and looking through the photos, he said, "She must have noticed us. It wasn't easy to take pictures of her."
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