My brother is a womenswear boss

Chapter 82 Anchor?

"How is it, Xiaomei?"

"Have you seen Song Ci?"

"Please speak"

As soon as Xiao Yanmei put away the dining car and walked back to the back kitchen, she was surrounded by a group of people.

"no"

Xiao Yanmei shook her head with a disappointed expression.

"I don't see anyone"

"It shouldn't be, I clearly saw my husband and his assistant, how could I admit my mistake, even if he was wearing sunglasses and a mask"

A fat girl came over immediately.

"You didn't go to the wrong room, did you?"

"..."

Xiao Yanmei finally couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha"

The female companions around were dumbfounded, and soon someone reacted.

"This little girl is lying to us"

"Everyone, don't be polite to her"

"It's cheap to be good."

Under the offensive of a group of people, Xiaomei retreated steadily, and finally had no choice but to surrender and tell the truth.

"Wow, wash it"

"I remember"

"Yes, yes, l"

"You bastards, you're gone"

"Aren't you the same?"

"..."

9:30 in the evening
Room 18О8, where Song Ci and Wang Peng were eating and chatting.

"Old Wang, can I have some wine?"

"Hold on"

Wang Peng wiped his hands and took a notebook from the table next to him. He flipped through a few pages and sat back.

"no"

"why"

"Although the TV series has already aired, your schedule for tomorrow is still very full."

"I'm not drinking tomorrow, but now, Lao Wang, now!"

"Tomorrow you have 2 commercials to shoot, and a commercial performance, and finally you have to go to a kindergarten to be a love ambassador"

Wang Peng picked up a base tuǐ with chopsticks.

"It doesn't matter if you are in the front, but you are a little friend in the back. They don't care if you are Song Ci or give money."

Wang Peng chewed the base tuǐhánhán and said vaguely.

"Tong Yan Wuji, my handsome Song Da, do you still remember who that is?"

"Well, when I didn't say"

Who, of course Song Ci knew, it was an ordinary commercial performance, and at the end of the show, the kid came to the stage to send hua, and then he kissed him, which is normal, but unfortunately, that little friend didn’t play cards according to common sense, and just said a word Keep him from coming down.

"Uncle, your mouth smells so bad"

He was still holding the microphone...

Just because of this sentence, he became famous instantly, not only lost all face, but also got the title of [Big Mouth].

Seeing that Song Ci was a little lost, Wang Peng added another sentence.

"I'm done with the busy time, I'll make arrangements for you, let's go out and relax for a few days"

"real"

Hearing this, Song Ci immediately became excited.

"Of course it's true. I've already discussed it with the company. Don't worry."

"You are really my sweetheart, Lao Wang"

"..."

In fact, Song Ci's words are also true, because Wang Peng felt that he didn't have to feed him, and other things seemed to be done by himself.

Turning on the mobile phone, Wang Peng put it on the table, then grabbed a lobster and peeled it.

"Old Wang, why have you been holding a mobile phone these days?"

Song Ci also peeled the lobster.

"I remember you don't play with mobile phones very much."

"what do you say"

After dipping the lobster in the seasoning, Wang Peng threw it into his mouth.

"How would I know"

Song Ci looked confused.

"I'm looking for songs for your TV series"

"Oh"

Song Ci deliberately prolonged his voice. My assistant really cares about everything. You, a man with five majors and three cū, help me find songs. No matter how you look at it, you think it is against the law.

Song Ci held back a smile and coughed lightly a few times.

"Then, what happened?"

"not so good"

Shaking his head, Wang Peng grabbed another lobster.

"No way, I found so many and none of them are suitable, and they don't match your style, but..."

Wang Peng put the lobster on the plate, then bent down with a serious face.

"There is a song that is quite suitable, that is..."

"What's wrong"

Song Ci immediately became curious, and he couldn't help but bend down.

"The song is very suitable for your TV series, but the recording of this song is not very good, it should be made directly with a mobile phone"

"Oh, it doesn't matter, as long as it feels suitable, if not, let's send it over, and I will sing it myself"

"Well, that's okay, but ah, this singer has a lot of meaning."

"you say"

"The singer's name is Princess 9, and she's an internet anchor"

"..."

Song Ci straightened up and leaned on the sofa.

"Old Wang, are you kidding me, anchor, are you sure about the song they made?"

Song Ci became happy while talking, this old Wang, just likes to mess around!
"But I think this song is very good and suitable."

Wang Peng picked up the lobster just now again, lowered his head and continued to peel it.

"Do you want to listen?"

"OK"

Song Ci is really a little curious now. Although his old friend has no musical talent, he has been with him for so many years, and he still has good eyesight. He has said so, and he must listen to it. of.

"Then wait a minute, I'll finish this lobster"

"..."

Niē picked up a huāsheng and threw it into his mouth, Song Ci straightened up and looked at the old friend opposite.

Maybe only when I sit with him can I feel so relaxed.

When walking outside, even in the most remote places, I have to put on that thick camouflage, not only on my body, but also on my heart.

So Song Ci cherishes this kind of time very much, carefree, no need to pretend, just do whatever you want, this is the real self, not the big star who stands above tens of thousands of people's attention.

Looking at the bathrobe on his body, and then at Wang Peng who was eating greasy mouth, Song Ci smiled happily, just like a child.

"What's so funny, I've paid attention to it, okay?"

"Okay, you say yes"

He dragged off his shoes and rolled up his pair of tuǐ Song Ci and sat on the sofa.

"I said Lao Wang, hurry up, I'm still waiting to listen to the song"

"immediately"

Picking up a paper towel, Wang Peng wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, then wiped his hands, and finally picked up the mobile phone on the table.

"Come on, listen to yourself"

After finding the song, Wang Peng handed it to Song Ci.

"Old Wang, it's time for you to change your mobile phone. Just in time, a few days ago, a sponsor gave me a few, and I'll bring them to you later."

"Row"

"Old Wang, why is your mobile phone full of oil, didn't you clean it just now?"

"probably"

Picking up the drink next to him, Wang Peng poured himself a cup, then stood up and poured Song Ci a cup as well.

Song Ci can't drink, and of course he can't either.

"The title of the song is, Little Lucky Lucky"

"Um"

Song Ci first wiped his hands and phone on the bathrobe, then took a sip of the drink, and finally pressed the play button.

Putting the mobile phone on the tuǐ, Song Ci looked at it.

It's just an audio file. Soon, the prelude sounded, and Song Ci slowly savored it with his eyes closed.

It's okay, the rhythm is pretty good, and the first line of lyrics jumped out immediately.

"I heard raindrops falling on the green grass"

"I heard the bell ringing in the distance"

"Hey, why did you stop?"

Wang Peng, who was eating the kituǐ, raised his head in doubt.

"The King"

Song Ci stood up excitedly.

"Where is this person?"

"I want to meet her"

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