Fu Mingming sang the last sentence of the song tremblingly under the watchful eyes of the little sugar cake.
She saw Little Sugar Cake hesitate for a moment, her fluffy tail hanging in the air—
Fu Mingming was about to cry, why not
Little Sugar Cake hesitated for a while, then slowly put away her fluffy tail.
Fu Mingming breathed a sigh of relief.
It was horrible.
As a scumbag who had left high school for six years, she even had an illusion, as if she was sitting in the examination room now, and she could not know a single question on the examination paper.
Immediately, she felt that she was not well.
She just seemed to be taught to sing by a cat—
Fu Mingming murmured, "Little Candy Cake is Grandpa's cat. Grandpa likes this kind of old song the most. It must be that Little Candy Cake has listened to Grandpa a lot before he knows I'm singing wrong."
She repeated in a trance: "Yes, it must be so."
It must be so!
Otherwise, is it still the little sugar cake who intends to teach her to sing
Hahaha, how is that possible!
Gu Gu Gu - I'm a little hungry.
Little Sugar Cake looked down at her belly, then at the studio clock, her almond eyes sparkling.
It's time for dinner!
The kitten looked at Fu Mingming, who barely met the standard, and reluctantly decided to let it go.
You must know that when he helped his mother in a one-on-one class at home to teach young sisters and brothers to sing, the requirements were very strict.
Fu Mingming is simply the worst one he has ever brought.
The proud kitten walked out of the recording studio and ran to the dining room with her head held high.
Fu Mingming left the recording studio with Xiao Tangcake in a trance.
It's just that she seems to have forgotten something.
In the recording studio, although the gentlemen in the audience could not see the picture, they were very happy to listen to Fu Mingming's dysphonia songs.
The barrage starts from the beginning—
[Hahaha, it's me]
[Scene of a large car accident]
[The anchor greatly comforted me]
[Recorded as a souvenir]
[Sexy anchor, out of tune online]
[The anchor goes away, I want to suck the cat]
When Fu Mingming made a little progress, the barrage gradually became—
[The anchor is very talented]
[The anchor is getting better every time, as if someone is correcting]
[In addition to the anchor, there is a woolen man, there is only a cute little sugar cake]
[It's not necessarily that the little sugar cake is teaching the anchor]
[Oops, our little candy cakes are awesome~]
At the end of the sound, a white figure crossed from above, and the screen was bumped, and the picture changed from the wall to the ceiling.
It should be that the little sugar cake accidentally dropped the phone on the ground.
The audience didn't mind, but laughed and laughed.
It wasn't until the door slammed shut that the gentlemen in the audience woke up like a dream, and gradually realized that something was wrong—
[closed? ? ? ? ! ! !]
[I just saw the anchor leave?]
[In the front, you read that right, the anchor closed the door and left, shocked.jpg]
[So have we been forgotten here? smile, jpg]
[Ah, the anchor pig's hoof]
[What is our dignity as the audience master. Sad.jpg]
[Smile.jpg]
[I bet 50 cents, the anchor will find out tomorrow that he has forgotten us, because tomorrow is the end of the month, spread hands.jpg]
[Start online, buy and leave now]
[Wait in front, count me in]
However, Fu Mingming went home in a trance and found nothing wrong. I can't blame her for this, because she usually has two mobile phones, one for live broadcast and the other for daily use.
When she got home, exhausted, she fell asleep, and had long forgotten about the gold masters 800 miles away.
After one person and one cat had eaten dinner, the snow-white long-haired cat lay lazily on Fu Xiao's body. Fu Xiao's fingers stroked the long-haired cat, and occasionally looked down at the cat with gentle eyes.
Feng Jiaming arrived at this time.
She didn't want to come, but—
Feng Jiaming remembered what her agent, Sister Li, said to her on the way.
Xingchen's much-anticipated super IP is about to be launched this year. The goal of the project is to hit the top film award winners in Europe and the United States at all costs, and to increase the influence of domestic films in the world. For this reason, Fu Xiao also went to country A to persuade him. Angus Xiao, the top Chinese director in today's film industry, came out.
It had nothing to do with her originally.
But the theme of this super ip is music, which means that music is very important in this drama. There is already gossip inside Xingchen. Angus will invite his good friend, foreign gold-medal composer Weisen, to be the music director.
The name of Wesson is known to everyone in the music industry. He is the epitome of legend. None of his works is not world-renowned. More importantly, he is the chairman of the jury of the Amanda Award, a palace-level award in the music industry. .
Feng Jiaming's dream for many years is to be able to pick up the Amanda Award trophy.
As Sister Li said, if she can have the opportunity to cooperate with Wesson, her chances of hitting the Amanda Award next year will be greatly increased.
Besides, she also heard that her old rival Shang Rongrong had contacted Angus privately through her husband on the board of directors of Xingchen.
She couldn't be compared by that superficial woman Shang Rongrong using such an unprofessional method.
Feng Jiaming looked at Fu Xiao, who was sitting on the sofa. The helm of the Star Group was handsome and promising, but Feng Jiaming knew that there was a bottomless vortex hidden under this man's bright appearance.
Every time she sees Fu Xiao, she always thinks of Uncle Shi's eyes that fell into a muddy flesh and died.
She clearly remembered that Fu Xiao knew the news and just said lightly, why did he choose at this time.
And not long before Uncle Shi died, Fu Xiao was still chatting with Uncle Shi at the dinner party, smiling and persuading Uncle Shi not to drink too much alcohol, which was not good for his health, and his tone was sincere concern.
Every time she sees Fu Xiao, she always shudders.
But thinking about the opportunity she dreamed of day and night, she looked at Fu Xiao and made her own request.
Feng Jiaming looked at Fu Xiao apprehensively, she remembered Sister Li's vague hint that it was worthwhile to pay for such an opportunity.
She knew what it meant.
What if Fu Xiao really made such a request—
For so many years, Fu Xiao has always thought about what he said at the beginning, and the two of them are like strange friends—
But now ten years are almost here.
Feng Jiaming couldn't help clenching her palms, and suddenly thought of another person, who seemed cynical and condescending on the surface, but for some reason she couldn't forget it.
Fu Xiao was not surprised by Feng Jiaming's request, he scratched the chin of the little sugar cake in his arms. Little Sugar Cake impatiently pressed his hands with his two paws, and pricked up his ears to listen to Fu Xiao's reply.
Fu Xiao wouldn't promise her, would he? ?
"This time, the theme song of the movie, Angus wants the whole country to choose the voice he wants. He has his own ideas."
The little sugar cake looked up happily, well done! Don't promise her!
Fu Xiao looked at Feng Jiaming's clenched palms, looked into her eyes and said, "But there will be a dinner party in a few days, and Angus will be there too. Come with me."
Fu Xiao shook his head inwardly. Although Feng Jiaming was Aunt Wen's only daughter, she did not inherit Aunt Wen's open-mindedness and transparency at all.
But after Aunt Wen's death, as Aunt Wen's last concern in the world, Fu Xiao will do her best to take care of her.
Little Sugar Cake lowered her head in dismay.
what the hell
It's still promised!
Feng Jiaming dodged Fu Xiao's eyes subconsciously, she heard Fu Xiao's agreement, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile on her face: "Okay." After speaking, it seemed that she shouldn't be so happy, she covered up He gave an exquisite gift bag he brought to Fu Xiaodao: "This is a gift I brought from abroad. I think it suits you very well. I hope you like it."
Fu Xiao took it and didn't look at it.
Taking advantage of being a cat, Su Zening leaned on the gift bag and looked at it. It was a royal blue tie.
snort! He thought it was something good!
Isn't it just a tie
Su Zening hated Tiebucheng and looked at Fu Xiao, the white kitten standing in Fu Xiao's arms meowing angrily—
what
Why promise.
She showed that she just wanted to use you!
At this point in time, she should already have a good impression with Fu Wei!
As for this gift-
Su Zening disliked it very much. It was clear that Fu Xiao's clothes were black and white, including his tie—
Feng Jiaming didn't even know this, so he didn't care when he saw this gift.
Hey, does Fu Wei like blue
Fu Xiao, who didn't know where to make the cat unhappy again, reluctantly picked up the small candy cake, stroked the kitten's back soothingly, and said in a gentle tone, "What's wrong?"
Su Zening jumped off Fu Xiao and faced Fu Xiao with his butt.
Fu Xiao walked in front of him, the kitten looked up at him, as if looking at a heartless man, the kitty didn't say a word, just turned around and continued to face him with his butt.
Fu Xiao:…
Feng Jiaming looked at the scene in front of her and looked at the way Fu Xiao was gentle towards his cat. For some reason, she felt that Fu Xiao was so unfamiliar. She felt a sudden loss in her heart, as if something almost belonged to her. something that is no longer there.
At this time, the driver ran and said, "It's almost time to take off. Mr. Fu, I'll take you to the airport now, okay?"
Su Zening's pointed pink ears stood up.
what.
Are big smelly socks going out
Fu Xiao looked at the watch in his hand and touched Su Zening's head.
The white kitten turned its head to the side in disgust, but did not dodge.
Fu Xiao smiled and said, "I'm flying to City B today, and I'll be back tomorrow. Little Sugar Cake sleeps alone today, be nice."
snort!
Don't you just sleep alone
And when did he not behave? He's always been a sweet little kitty!
However, it seems that he has been sleeping with Fu Xiao since he came here, and the two of them have never been separated.
Fu Xiao took the luggage prepared by the housekeeper and was about to leave. He turned his head to look at the little sugar cake, and found that the little thing that was still angry at the moment was secretly looking at him pitifully, and saw himself looking over.
The little thing immediately looked aside, pretending to be suddenly interested in the teapot on the coffee table.
A smile flashed in Fu Xiao's eyes.
Q: Will pets be lonely at home when their owners leave
Of course not.
It must be hilarious!
In the middle of the night, most of the people in the villa had already fallen asleep.
But in Fu Xiao's bedroom, on the soft blanket.
The white kitten is playing games on the tablet with great interest, and a dog blood romance drama is playing on another tablet next to him.
Next to it is a bag of small dried fish that has been opened and half eaten.
belch-
Su Zening hiccupped. These small dried fish were sent by Fu Mingming. He secretly hid them in every corner of the sofa and finally saved them. Now he can finally eat them properly.
Fu Xiao is gone, he is so cool!
Complete the game at hand.
Su Zening rolled around in boredom, and looked at his intimacy value, which was almost full again.
A mischievous smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.
After a while, Fu Xiao's bedroom door was pushed open from inside.
A black-haired boy of about 18 or 19 years old stuck his head out and carefully looked left and right. After confirming that no one was there, the boy walked out cautiously. Under the soft light, the delicate face of the boy was like a painting, with big almond eyes. It is the blue color of the sea, if you look closely, you can see a faint golden color. There was a playful smile on the corner of the teenager's mouth, revealing two small tiger teeth and cute dimples.
Inexplicably makes people feel as warm as the sun.
The boy was wearing an ill-fitting shirt at this time, the shirt that was obviously two sizes too large almost reached the boy's thigh, and his pants were rolled up several times.
Su Zening couldn't help rolling up his pants a few times.
I hate it, why are Fu Xiao's clothes so big!
Su Zening was very satisfied with how he had changed into a human being, except for the eyes that were the same as those of the little sugar cake, which were basically the same as his previous face.
Finally being able to be human again, Su Zening went to the recording studio without thinking. He wanted to listen to his own singing in this life.
This is his greatest concern.
Standing in the middle of the recording studio, Su Zening put on his ears, took the song that Fu Mingming sang during the day, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened it. The panic in the boy's eyes disappeared, and some were calm and firm.
In the past nineteen years of his life, he has only done one thing, singing with all his might.
Singing is his second life and the meaning of his existence.
The breath is calm, and the first sentence of the young man is a little strange, but this strangeness is compensated at an extremely fast speed, and anyone can perceive that the young man is improving at an alarming rate.
In the clear and tactful singing, the voice of the boy has an inexplicable appeal, and the tune that is obviously ordinary has unusual emotions in the boy's mouth, as if singing is no longer a simple song, but the love of the world. Hate parting and sorrow.
Infecting others with his voice seems to be an easy thing for a teenager.
And he was born with the ability to sing, the emotion contained in the melody, which for him is as instinctive as breathing.
The teenager didn't notice that at this time, in a corner of the recording studio, pitiful lying on the ground could not see anything, and the number of people in Fu Mingming's live broadcast room increased at an alarming rate on the mobile phone whose screen had been dimmed after entering the power saving mode—