Mr. Gu, my wife has blocked you.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Fortunately, Gu Jingyan was used to the pretense of being a superior, so he put his hand on her collar with a natural expression, and while helping her take off her coat, he approached her and whispered, "Lin Shu is still here, give me some face. "

Qiao Ruoxing glanced at him, waited for him to take off his coat, and then put her arms around his waist, "Can't we hug him when there are many people?"

Gu Jingyan's lips raised slightly, "Yes, anytime you want."

Lin Shu was silent.

His excellent professionalism made him swallow all the complaints about his boss' love brain.

Half an hour later, the equipment was properly installed and debugged, and Lin Shu took the people away.

Qiao Ruoxing immediately ran to the recording studio to see his new equipment.

Gu Jingyan followed her with a thermos cup.

Qiao Ruoxing touched the earphones and the microphone. She liked everything she saw. Then she turned on the device and turned to ask Gu Jingyan, "Would you like a bonus?"

Gu Jingyan paused and asked, "What kind of benefits?"

Qiao Ruoxing curled her lips, "Voice Control Welfare, tell me who your goddess is, and I will imitate her voice for you on the spot, allowing you to get in close contact with 'her'."

She is flamboyant and confident in her own field, and her whole body exudes light.

Gu Jingyan's heartbeat was unbalanced, his eyes were as dark as ink, and for a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Can you imitate anything?"

Damn it, there really is a goddess!

Qiao Ruoxing said calmly, "Voice actors are all monsters. Only you can't imagine it, but we can't do it."

Gu Jingyan's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was thinking. After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and said, "I don't particularly like anyone's voice, but I like listening to books. Is that okay?"

Upon hearing that there was no goddess, Qiao Ruoxing's mood immediately improved, "The host of the audiobook is not necessarily a voice actor. You asking me to read it is simply a waste of resources."

Audiobooks have different requirements for anchors and voice actors. The former focuses on whether your voice is suitable for telling stories; while voice actors use their voices to create characters. You don’t even need to see their faces, you can picture them in your mind just by listening to their voices. Outline the characters.

Gu Jingyan said, "That's it. I like listening to stories."

Don’t know good from bad!

I originally wanted to show off my skills in front of him, but ended up letting myself read audio?

Qiao Ruoxing pursed her lips and reluctantly said, "Okay, what's the content?"

Gu Jingyan took out his phone, switched to a reading interface and handed it to her.

Qiao Ruoxing flipped through a few pages and felt that the content was quite boring. The male protagonist seemed to be a teacher from the capital, and the female protagonist was the widowed proprietress of a wine shop.

The book describes a newlywed and widowed woman who is very charming, has big breasts and fat buttocks, and has a fierce personality. She runs a wine shop with her husband's younger brothers and sisters. The male protagonist is from the city. For some reasons, he is sent to Work as a teacher in town.

The male protagonist was depressed and often came to the wine shop to buy wine and eat, and he became familiar with the proprietress after going back and forth.

She only turned a few pages and had no interest in reading further. What Gu Jingyan read were either sentiments about family and country, or critical articles that pointed out the current ills.

She can't see such a big picture, she just likes to read little brainless sweet stories.

"Have you finished reading them all?" she asked.

Gu Jingyan nodded, "It's not long, just a few thousand words."

As he spoke, he pulled up a chair and sat next to him, unscrewed the thermos cup, blew on the tea leaves, raised his eyes and said, "Let's get started."

Qiao Ruoxing adjusted the microphone and spoke to Gu Jingyan on her mobile phone.

At the beginning, the plot of the story was normal, and the author's words showed regret for what happened to the teacher.

But gradually, the direction of this article became a bit strange.

Especially when the teacher got drunk in the pub, the landlady asked the waiter to help him into her room, and she personally fetched water to help the teacher scrub.

Qiao Ruoxing felt a little weird.

The setting of this article is still in ancient times. Are the ancients so open-minded?

She raised her eyes and glanced at Gu Jingyan, who sipped his tea slowly and didn't seem to think anything was wrong.

Qiao Ruoxing continued to read, "The sweat scarf stretched from chin to chest. The scholar probably felt uncomfortable, so he turned over and opened his clothes completely.

His skin was very fair, neither strong nor weak. Cheng Yue thought to herself, after all, he came from Kyoto. He was fair and tender and completely different from the bare-chested peddler and lackey who came to the shop to eat wine on weekdays.

Her husband, who died early, was also a student. Unfortunately, he was in poor health and passed away within three months of their marriage. The only few times they had sex..."

Qiao Ruoxing's voice suddenly stopped.

Gu Jingyan didn't hear the content behind it and raised his eyes to look at her, "What's wrong?"

His expression was too normal, but it seemed that his pause was a bit deliberate.

Qiao Ruoxing repeatedly jumped between two thoughts: "This book is not serious" and "This is too normal. Classic literary works do not shy away from the topic of sex."

In the end, out of trust in the type of books Gu Jingyan had read in the past, she chose to continue reading.

We've said we're going to provide benefits, but we can't give up halfway.

“The few times we had sex, they were done hastily, and I never experienced the ecstasy in those women’s mouths.

Is that really that happy?

Her eyes moved to the scholar's waist unconsciously, her cheeks felt hot, she gently pushed the scholar's shoulder, her voice was like an oriole, sweet and sweet, "Mr. An, the weather is hot, I will help you wipe your body to make it cooler." . ’

The scholar closed his eyes, not knowing whether he heard it or not.

Cheng Yue took the sweat towel and untied the scholar's belt, and instantly..."

Qiao Ruoxing clicked and turned the page. When she saw the content of the next page clearly, her whole face turned green.

Gu Jingyan didn't know when he walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist. His chin pressed on her shoulder, and his low voice reached her ears, "What at that moment?"

In an instant, the XXXX came out, and the XX was as big as XXXX, like a crouching dragon entrenching XXXXX...

The text on the phone was unsightly, and no matter how thick-skinned Qiao Ruoxing was, she couldn't read it out loud.

She gritted her teeth, blushed and said in embarrassment, "Are you kidding me?"

She is a top voice actress, asking her to read this kind of pornographic literature, this piece of shit!

Gu Jingyan chuckled and kissed her ear gently, "You said you wanted to receive benefits."

Qiao Ruoxing glared at him, "That's not the kind of welfare I'm talking about!"

After saying that, another serious question suddenly occurred to me, "Why do you have such obscene things in your mobile phone?"

Gu Jingyan whispered, "It was written by Qingchuan."

Qiao Ruoxing's face was expressionless, "Do you think I believe it?"

Gu Jingyan chuckled, "He did write... the beginning."

Qiao Ruoxing was stunned for a moment and then asked carefully. Only then did Gu Jingyan tell the whole story about Shen Qingchuan's embarrassment.

When Shen Qingchuan was in college, in order to pursue a girl, he took a novel appreciation class with her.

He went to class just to flirt with girls, so of course he didn't listen at all to what the teacher said. As a result, at the end of the class, the teacher assigned him the final assignment of writing a continuation of a novel.

The novel is given [-] words at the beginning, and then everyone is asked to continue writing it based on the content taught in class. It is required to have a complete storyline and a clear theme.

Shen Qingchuan didn't even listen to a single lesson. How could he write a novel? After scratching his head for a week, he came up with a few hundred words. Seeing that the deadline for submission was getting closer and closer, he didn't know who he heard said that he could find someone to write for him.

So I contacted an "organization" online that specialized in writing essays and coursework for college students.