Not only the stage for singing, but also the concert needs to start preparation.
Thinking about the ever-increasing number on his bank card, the agent walked to Mu Yanshi's villa without caring about his relatives.
"no."
Mu Yanshi resolutely refused to allow Fu Yu to attend the event.
Although he gave a series of high-sounding reasons such as protecting his voice, avoiding external interference, and focusing on singing.
As an agent who has seen countless people, he could tell at a glance that Mu Yanshi was just overly possessive, and he wanted to make Fu Yushi's world shrink.
When it shrank to the end, only he was left.
"besides……"
Mu Yanshi took out his tablet, flipped through a few reports, and threw them to his agent.
Many music producers want to work with Fu Yu, and some have already contacted her agent to discuss production matters.
The agent never refuses any offer, after all, it is easier to hype something up if it becomes a hot topic.
A female singer being sought after by several top music producers – this topic is immediately eye-catching.
"Ayu is my singer. She won't work with these rubbish! They will only ruin Ayu's voice! Ayu just needs me!"
Mu Yanshi rested his arms on the desk.
It feels very oppressive.
"Manager Sun, it was me who put you in this position, becoming the company's joint representative."
"I can help you rise to the top, or I can make you fall into obscurity and fall from grace."
Mu Yanshi tightened his agent's tie and reminded him in a cold voice.
"Only I can decide what's going on with Ayu. Do you understand?"
The agent nodded hurriedly in fear.
Perhaps because the good times had lasted too long, he had forgotten how he signed Mu Yanshi in the first place.
At that time, he was capricious and gloomy, with long bangs covering his eyes, and an obscure gaze coming from his hair.
"If you beg me, I might consider signing a contract with you."
Mu Yanshi was spinning a pen, and his whole body exuded an aura that was beyond the century.
The smile in his eyes was not a smile, but a disdain for playing with this group of people.
It was they who begged for mercy and got Mu Yanshi, the talented producer, and they had no right to let him choose.
Fu Yu came in with a plate of food, "Brother Sun, do you want some water food?"
"He has something else to do and needs to leave."
Mu Yanshi smiled gently at Fu Yu, but when he turned to look at his agent, he regained his previous fierceness.
"Is it right?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
The agent immediately grabbed his coat and said, "I, I'll leave first."
Mu Yanshi snorted coldly.
He also wants to eat the water chestnuts cut by A-Yu herself?
That is an honor that can only be enjoyed by Mu Yanshi.
Mu Yanshi usually doesn't want Fu Yu to go into the kitchen, and all matters including the wedding are handled by Mu Yanshi.
Of course, there are some things that Mu Yanshi cannot do for others.
Dining room.
Fu Yu held an ice cube in his mouth and stroked it across Mu Yanshi's neck.
He took out some ice cubes from the strawberry milkshake with some liquid in it, and slid them into Mu Yanshi's chest along with the melted ice water.
Sticky and icy.
"Ayu..."
Mu Yanshi lowered his eyes and clasped the back of her head with his hand.
He didn't want ice, he wanted Fu Yu's lips.
But Fu Yu just didn't follow his wishes, and the oval-shaped ice ball spun around his collarbone.
"Brother Mu."
She let go, and the ice ball rolled down his chest.
"Brother Tianmu, it's strawberry flavored, so sweet."
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