The villain is dying, I'm really not your boyfriend

Fu Qingyan asked the driver to take Lin Mu there, but he really couldn't get out because of the delays of the past few days.

Big Boss has Big Boss trouble too.

Lin Mu was already sitting in the car. Seeing that Fu Qingyan was still standing beside the car, he opened the car window and stretched out his hand, tugged at Fu Qingyan's clothes, and told him to leave.

Fu Qingyan nodded slightly, and only told him: "Don't eat the candy given by others." When we first met, I wanted to tell him this.

Lin Mu was puzzled for a moment, really didn't want to understand, but still agreed.

Sending Lin Mu away, Fu Qingyan looked calm, but stood there again, watching the car turn out of the villa, turned around and walked back when he couldn't even see a shadow.

It's just that the pace is very slow, and nothing looks right.

I just feel that everything is empty, the villa is empty, the bedroom is empty, and my heart is empty.

Because the trees are gone.

Sure enough, after getting used to the excitement, you will fear the desertedness.

……

The main business hours of the clubhouse are in the afternoon and even in the evening.Although the door is open during the day, there are not many customers, so it looks deserted.

Lin Mu was wearing the sportswear bought by Fu Qingyan, and walked in with a pair of clean sneakers.

Fu Qingyan asked someone to buy the sportswear in advance, and I don't know how he knew the size of the tree, but the clothes he prepared were just right.

The glazed blue body on his body was picked out by Fu Qingyan from the wardrobe specially prepared for Lin Mu.

There are other colors of the same style in it, but Fu Qingyan wants to see him wear this kind of youthful clothes.

This was the case for Lin Shu who entered the door, dressed in sportswear with white stripes on a glazed blue background, walked into this high-end club.The exposed arms and calves are white and slender, looking extremely beautiful.

He has a tall and straight figure, and there is a boy's unique freedom and handsomeness in his gestures and gestures. He looks like the young master of a rich man who comes out to play, just... very attractive.

From the moment Lin Mu entered to the moment he walked over, Su Zan had already seen several people peeping at him. While speechless, he couldn't help but look at Lin Mu more, feeling that there seemed to be something different about Lin Mu.

Su Zan has red hair, which is also dazzling and recognizable in the clubhouse.

Lin Mu came over, and Su Zan took him to their practice room.

Compared with the first meeting, Su Zan's attitude is many times better. Although his face is still a little sullen and his chin looks cold, he has been introducing their environment to Lin Mu along the way.

It's just that Lin Mu occasionally feels that Su Zan seems to be looking at him in a vague way.But when he looked over, Su Zan hurriedly retracted his gaze again, as if he didn't mean it.

"Here." Su Zan pushed open the door, and Lin Mu knew that there was such an independent space in the clubhouse.

There is an entire mirror on the wall facing the door, which should be used for correcting movements during dance practice; there is a beanbag sofa on the side, and several people are paralyzed on it; behind the sofa, there are some miscellaneous training equipment , and on the big table next to it, there are guitars, basses and other musical instruments.

To be honest, this place is not very clean, but those things that seem to have a sense of music are piled up together, like a messy and grand paradise.

Lin Mu was shocked by that feeling for a moment.

After a long while, he was called back by Su Zan's shout, and he sat down along with the group of people on the sofa.

Those few people are all men, they don't look much older than Lin Mu, but Xu Shi came out early to hang out, they look more old-fashioned than Lin Mu, and they all have a very "social" atmosphere.

Sitting next to him was a man with flowery arms. He didn't look bad, but his face was full of decadence. He looked as if he could pick up a wine bottle and smash someone's head in the next second.However, after staring at his tattoo for a long time, Lin Mu realized that it was a kitten.

Seeing Lin Mu always looking at him, the tattooed man cheered up, patted his flower arm, and showed off: "My little orange cat has a unique pattern in the world, don't you?"

Oh, he's the bass player in the band.

The one in the middle is a quiet-looking boy wearing glasses. He works on the keyboard and doesn't like to talk. He introduced himself as Fang Liang.

The last one, the one who was biting the cigarette but not smoking, was the boss Su Zan was talking about, and he was also the guitarist in the band.

According to Su Zan, because they drove away Lu Xinyang, they still lacked a drummer.

But trees, of course, don't.

At this time, no one took his words to heart.

The boss then asked him: "It's okay if you don't know how to play drums. What are you good at? Bass? Or guitar? Stay and learn two tricks, and you can be a substitute."

Lin Mu came here with Su Zan to understand the composition of the band clearly, and found that it was a bit different from what he thought, so facing the boss's encouraging gaze, he could only touch his head and say, "Any one of them is fine." Won't."

The original owner's goal was to become a star, and he learned to be an idol. He could sing and dance at most, and he had touched several musical instruments, but he was neither proficient nor had real strength.

Oh, the stage performance that the original owner originally wanted to fight for was to sing a song casually and get out of the circle with his own face.

In the end, I didn't even get that chance.

The expressions of the people sitting on the sofa changed, and their eyes were absurd that they never expected.

Su Zan was also shocked and asked, "Can you not play the guitar? I remember you said that you are a professional?"

That's what the original owner was bragging about because he didn't get the opportunity to perform.

"I just know how to play a little bit, but I don't play very well..." This is Lin Mu's sincere answer after trying his best to recall.

"Then you still want to perform on stage?" the boss asked, suddenly he thought of something again, looked at Lin Mu's face again, and in his mind, a boy was staring at the delicate and jade-like face, "La la la again!" He played the guitar with a sound like scratching a blackboard, but a group of fanatical fans wearing earplugs at the bottom of the stage wanted to cheer for him...

Because of Lin Mu's face, they could close their eyes and exaggerate the piercing voice into high mountains and flowing water, and the reverberation echoes around the beams.

"You want to be an idol, right?" said the boss.

However, being an idol also requires something.