Sweet Wife, be Good!

She immediately warned herself that Master didn't mean that to her, why did she think so much?

He is only handsome and good-hearted, knowing that he is facing a crisis, and he happens to be on the way, so he will pick him up, so don't think too much about it.

Sure enough, Su Mi hadn't thought about it too much, but in a moment, Chu Zhuohang let go of her hand again.

He knows his body too well and wants to accompany her on a ride. Of course, his body can't get out of the way first.

Seeing his hand evasively released, Su Mi smiled self-deprecatingly. Even Chu Zhuohang's attitude towards her appearance is inevitable, isn't it?

However, she was very grateful that Chu Zhuohang was able to come.

The night wind blows on my face, very comfortable.

Su Mi's hair was blown away, hidden between her eyebrows and her eyes, and she was even faintly charming.

Chu Zhuohang knew that her eyebrows were good-looking, but she didn't expect to be even more stunning, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but curved.

She is actually so good, so what if no one else likes her?

He will give her many, many likes.

"Can you still handle work?" Chu Zhuohang asked.

"Fortunately. There may be many people who don't like me in this matter, but I thought about it. If they really like me because of the skin, then it's not me. Feel free. Can you go to the end, I have a clear conscience." Su Mi said cheerfully.

Chu Zhuohang nodded: "In fact, you are pretty, but they have no eyes."

"Really?" Su Mi only thought he was comforting herself, "hahahaha, thank you Master."

Chu Zhuohang still had to talk, Su Mi's cell phone rang.

She picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. Worried about work, she immediately picked it up: "Hello."

"Su Mi?" A very comfortable boy voice came from the other side.

"It's me, you're... Mr. Zhuo?" Su Mi heard it. This is Zhuo Yan, one of the judges of "Masked Singing". He is a popular pop singer and a producer who knows how to compose and write his own lyrics. .

It is said that it is Teacher Zhuo, but Zhuo Yan is only twenty-eight or ninety-nine years old, and the teacher is just a respectful name.

"I am." Zhuo Yan smiled, "I saw your performance at the scene today, you are actually very good."

Su Mi remembered that Zhuo Yan's score for herself on the scene today has always been very high, and he really likes his voice.

Zhuo Yan continued: "Don't worry too much about the outside world, you cheer."

"Well, thank you, I really didn't expect that Teacher Zhuo would call me."

"You don't think I'm taking the liberty. I'm just cherishing talent, and I especially hope you can go to the end." Zhuo Yan laughed, his voice was the same as his singing, and it was so comfortable from beginning to end, like a spring breeze.

Su Mi had a few conversations with him before putting away the phone.

Chu Zhuohang, who was sitting on the side, looked gloomy, and the car accelerated.

Su Mi shared her joy with him: "I really didn't expect Zhuo Yan to call me to comfort me. A man as tall as him still remembers a player like me."

Chu Zhuohang remained silent.

"But speaking of it, I used to like Zhuo Yan. He is very talented. He is not only good at singing, but also very good at composing lyrics and music. I have covered many of his works before. I want to come, I was a fan of him before. "