Bodyguards of big stars

On the way to the box, Han Qinghe, who was wearing a mask, asked curiously: "Who is this woman?"

"Isn't it?" Han Shijia said in disbelief. "Sister, after all, you are also a well-known Queen of Heaven figure in Baicheng. You haven't even heard of Long Xiang?"

"Can she write songs or write lyrics? Good acting skills?" Han Qinghe asked back.

Han Shijia found out that she and her sister were not on the same channel at all.The corner of his mouth twitched, and he pursed his lips and said, "Long Xiang is a master of both black and white. And his identity is extremely mysterious. Look at Mo Lin, he is also a figure in our circle, right? But look at him in front of Long Xiang. , just like a grandson. I wish I could kneel down under Longxiang's pomegranate skirt."

"Spineless." Han Qinghe gave such a simple evaluation and walked straight into the box.

For the birthday cake, she had asked her assistant to deliver it to the box in advance.The gift has already been prepared.It is a valuable gift.

Han Qinghe is indifferent by nature, but as Han Shijia said, her mother holds an important position and is busy with meetings and business trips all day long, so she has no time to manage the daily life of the siblings.Therefore, in the long life, the siblings are basically dependent on each other.

Han Qinghe may be very cold towards others.He still cares about Han Shijia.At least do a good job as a sister.

Han Shijia has Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, so he is not in a hurry to cut the cake and make a wish.Instead, he handed the microphone to Han Qinghe: "Sister, sing me a song."

Han Qinghe, who is in full swing, performs a song in a business, earning millions of dollars.She can push as much as she can.Similar to semi-public occasions, many big bosses even spend a lot of money, as long as Han Qinghe is willing to sing, 1000 million is willing to spend.

But Han Qinghe never made any money on it.There is no other reason, she is not a singer, she is an artist.

"What do you want to hear?" Han Qinghe took the microphone and sat quietly in the corner of the sofa.

She unbuttoned the mask to reveal her beautiful face, but her temperament was as light as water.The delicate and perfect facial features made the younger brother Han Shijia also feel sincerely: the appearance of the elder sister is simply against the sky.

"Tracker's love." Han Shijia grinned. "Sister, the songs you wrote are nice, but they don't meet my aesthetics."

"That's your aesthetic deformity." In terms of art, even her younger brother Han Shijia was merciless.The criticism is not soft.

Han Shijia rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes, you are elegant. Come on, I will sing the male voice, and you will sing the female voice."

Han Shijia has a good voice.Han Qinghe also suggested that he should go directly to the Conservatory of Music.It's a pity that Han Shijia's ambition is not here, he only wants to be a martial arts star.

After starting the accompaniment, Han Shijia put his left hand on his hip, howling exaggeratedly.When Han Qinghe sang, she struggled for a while before opening her voice.

Han Qinghe's voice was pure and clean.The singing skills are first-class and superb.Regardless of the high and low sound transfer or the handling of various singing styles, they are all at the palace level.Coupled with her extraordinary creative talent and extremely high literary skills.It's hard not to be popular.

There are two paths to success in the entertainment industry.Either rely on the crazy hype of the big funder and create scandals from time to time.And relying on the blessings of the major directors, he forcibly brushed his face.

Or, just take the powerful route.Use your solid talents to accumulate popularity and fight your way out.

Han Qinghe's road to fame is extremely smooth.She became an instant hit when she debuted, and her successive single albums have repeatedly created sales miracles in the Chinese entertainment industry.In the Internet age, which popular singer's album can sell millions in the physical field, and tens of millions in the world?

Only Han Qinghe was alone.

Her success has even been noticed by many overseas gold medal producers, and they are rushing to offer an olive branch, wanting to create her new album in an all-round way.Improve your influence in the circle.

But Han Qinghe said publicly: I only sing the songs I wrote.

It completely shattered the hearts of those guys who wanted to tie up the propaganda.

Judging from today's aesthetics, the tracker's love is indeed a bit outdated.It is also difficult to figure out the tricks.It can be processed through Han Qinghe's voice, but it has a special flavor.Even Han Shijia was so fascinated by it that he almost forgot his words.

As soon as Tang Huan entered the room, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave before he could see clearly the pair of siblings in the private room.

What the fuck is this age?Anyone else sing such an outdated song?

I must have gone to the wrong room.

Han Qinghe is not such a tasteless queen!

"Brother Huan, what are you going to do?" Han Shijia jumped up and waved to Tang Huan. "Come in and sit down."

After a short moment of astonishment, Tang Huan applauded vigorously: "Miss Han has excellent singing skills. Even such a difficult song can be performed vividly and melodiously. It is really admirable."

As soon as Tang Huan entered the room, Han Qinghe put down the microphone.Reluctant to continue performing in front of him.Sitting in a corner with a dull complexion, he took a sip of plain water.

Brother Huan put on his cold ass with all his enthusiasm, and he didn't feel embarrassed. He picked up Han Shijia and said warmly, "Why didn't you call me over earlier? Miss Han's live performance is not always available."

This time, before Han Shijia could speak, Han Qinghe in the corner said, "Even if you came here yesterday, I won't sing for you."

This is a blunt slap in the face.

If it rests on someone else, it will either perish in silence, or—find a crack in the ground and get in.

Brother Huan was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and he didn't take it to heart at all. He sandwiched between his siblings and said, "I ran into some trouble just now, and I didn't solve it until now. I kept you waiting for a long time."

"What trouble?" Han Qinghe said contemptuously. "Are you playing a hooligan?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Han Qinghe remembered the picture of Tang Huan kissing himself forcefully in the office.My heart suddenly tightened, and my throat felt dry.

That's not a shy reaction of a woman's first love, but nausea...

Tang Huan smiled slightly, and said solemnly: "I really don't like that kind of stuff."

"Taste, Brother Huan, I appreciate you very much." Han Shijia hurriedly interrupted, not giving her sister any time to tease Tang Huan.Candles were lit to make a wish, and then the cake was cut.

"Xiao Han, what wish did you make?" Tang Huan asked casually.

Han Shijia grinned, but didn't keep it secret, and said bluntly: "I hope my sister's career will be smooth sailing. Any troubles I encounter can be solved easily. Live happily for the rest of my life."

Brat, you're really a big brother.

I appreciate you too!

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