Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

An Qi came out of the lounge and returned to her seat. Her mood was affected by Lu Junyan, like waves, ups and downs.

The music party has started.

There are a variety of musical instruments placed in the hall. Everyone can choose their favorite instrument and perform impromptu performances on stage.

Meiya was the first to take the stage generously, and she chose a flute.

An ancient piece of music is melodious and melodious, composed by herself.

After playing for a while, she started singing.

Her voice is beautiful, like the sound of nature.

"Wow, Miss Meiya is really talented!" Little Pinecone clapped her hands and praised.

Shangguan Xiaotian nodded vigorously, "I didn't expect her to sing so beautifully!"

Xiaomeng secretly glanced at An Ran beside her. He was listening intently and obviously liked Meiya's song.

Who doesn’t like a woman who is beautiful and full of music?

Her heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit, sinking and sinking...

Brother Xiaoran's voice is very nice, gentle, sexy, and very magnetic. He always uses his own voice when filming dramas, and he sings all on the mic.

And although she is a beautiful girl with a high IQ, she has little ability in singing and is tone-deaf.

Every time she went to KTV with the crew, she would not dare to sing for fear of scaring everyone away.

She put her chin in her hands and sighed sadly.

Everyone's attention was on the stage, but An Qi was the only one who was keenly aware of her abnormality.

As someone who also can't sing, she understands Xiaomeng's troubles.

No one is perfect. No matter how good or perfect you are, there will always be flaws.

For example, Lu Junyan is extremely handsome, jealous of both men and gods, and has super-high IQ and EQ that can crush all living beings. However, he has many shortcomings in his character: he is arrogant, ruthless, shady and fickle...

While she was cursing, she secretly glanced at the man not far away.

He was also looking at her, and the moment their eyes met, there was a flash of electric light.

She quickly averted her eyes to avoid being frozen by his cold gaze.

After Meiya finished singing, thunderous applause erupted in the hall.

Lu Haochen smiled slightly and said in a teasing tone: "Xiao Ran, this song is good. It is suitable for your new drama. Do you want to buy it and use it as the opening song?"

An Ran shrugged, "It depends on whether the person is willing."

"I think Meiya will be willing." Lu Qiao said with a smile.

When Meiya returned to her seat, she tried to say: "Meiya, my third brother likes your song very much. He hopes to buy the copyright and use it as the opening song of Enron's new drama."

"Really?" Meiya immediately showed an excited expression, "If Mr. Lu and Aidou really like it, I am willing to hand over the copyright to you for free."

Lu Haochen said: "The copyright fee still has to be paid, just follow the business procedures."

Meiya smiled brightly, her beautiful eyes like crescent moons, "Idol is my source of inspiration. When I wrote this song, what I was thinking about was idol wearing a white shirt, looking as graceful as an immortal."

Little Pinecone made a face, "Miss, the boy you have a crush on is not my uncle, right?"

Meiya waved her hands quickly, and a sly glint quietly passed through her eyes, "No, no, please don't misunderstand me. Idol is like the moon in the sky. You can only look up at a [-]-degree angle and cannot get close to interact with her."

Xiaomeng was slightly shocked. Could it be that she had made a mistake? Isn't she her love rival?

Lu Qiao smiled and eased the atmosphere, "Meiya, don't be nervous. Little Pinecone is just joking with you."

An Ran stretched out his big hand and rubbed Little Pinecone's head, "You can't make such a joke with me in the future."

Little Pinecone stuck out his tongue. He was not joking, he was asking a very serious question.

She has to help Aunt Xiaomeng eliminate potential love rivals and ensure that her future aunt's status will not be shaken for a hundred years.