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"Let all the models in the model team come out to me!" He Ping had a smiling face just now, but his face immediately darkened.

"Okay, I'll call right away." The manager knew that He Ping was a famous smiling tiger, so he didn't dare to neglect his actions in the slightest.

After a while, several men and women came out sparsely.

10 women and 8 men, some of them are crooked in He Pingli's eyes. Of course, he takes himself as the standard.

"Why are there so few men?" He Ping squinted his eyes and glanced at Jiang Xiaoyu who was playing with the DSLR.

"What does he do?" He Ping asked his manager dissatisfied, why Jiang Xiaoyu acted like he had nothing to do with her.

"He is, Jiang Xiaoyu, the photographer..." It was inappropriate to say that it was an errand runner, so the manager had to change the term.

"You, Jiang Xiaoyu, come here." He Ping called Jiang Xiaoyu over.

Jiang Xiaoyu reluctantly walked over. Although this man has the right, no matter what, he has played tricks on himself.

Jiang Xiaoyu wore a jacket today, with only a vest underneath.

He Ping dropped the zipper of Jiang Xiaoyu's jacket just like that, and pulled the jacket off.

Everyone saw that Jiang Xiaoyu's tight figure was just exposed, and the close-fitting vest showed Jiang Xiaoyu's slightly raised chest and abdominal muscles, and her wheat-colored complexion was sexy.

"He has a good figure, well, let's put it on, model, and add him as well." He Ping said pretending not to care.

"Ah? But he's never been trained!" The manager is anxious now, is this trying to drive ducks to the shelves?

"You've seen pigs run before you've eaten pork, right, Jiang Xiaoyu. Since you haven't been trained, then I'll train him personally. For the rest of you, hurry up and do some work for me. Don't be lazy every day like a pig." The harem is waiting for the favored empress." He Ping raised his peach blossom eyes and scanned the crowd, and everyone could feel the alluring sharpness in that gaze.

"Okay, okay, don't even look at it, and take the job with me!" The manager simply pretended to be a bustard.

"Put on your clothes, why are you in a daze!" He Ping spittled and taught Jiang Xiaoyu who looked dumbfounded.

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoyu then wrapped his strong figure with a jacket.

"You really look like an idiot, okay, let's go, let the master train you well." He Ping made the joints of his hands thump loudly.

It's a pity, there isn't even a single beautiful woman, only this Jiang Xiaoyu is more interesting, just tease him, otherwise life would be no fun!He Ping secretly sighed in his heart.

"Well, these three songs are fine, but which singer should be sung?" Bai Ling held the lyrics filled in by Su Yanting in her hand and praised, Su Yanting really kept it hidden.

"You." Su Yanting stopped the pen in his hand and looked at Bai Ling.

"Huh? Me?" Bai Ling was still thinking just now if it would be more appropriate for the newcomer signed by that company to sing.

"En, yes." Su Yanting simply put down his pen, and took Bai Ling into his arms.

"Although the main task now is to ensure the operation of the company so as to make up for the vacancy, we still need to find new ways." Su Yanting looked at Bai Ling with a serious face, and suddenly felt that he seemed a little too serious.

"Okay, listen to you, I don't know how to be good to the company, so I will do as you say." Bai Ling said lightly, but she was secretly happy that she was really going to become a singer! ! !

"Well, rest in the afternoon, let's record a song tomorrow." Su Yanting fondled Bai Ling's face.

"I'll record in the afternoon, the sooner the better." Bai Ling couldn't wait.

"En, good." Su Yanting looked at Bai Ling playfully, and then acquiesced, this kitten really can't hold back, but that's good, if there is any mistake in the middle, it will be leaked again .

Bai Ling then returned to the creative department. He is now the new minister who has just taken office, although there are not many soldiers under him.

After Bai Ling explained the matter of recording the song, she walked into the recording studio by herself, and gestured to the tuner outside to signal that she was ready.

The sound of music came from the headset, and Bai Ling adapted to the rhythm.

First, he adjusted the mic, so Bai Ling slowly sang along with the accompaniment.

The perfect voice, matched with the rhythm tacitly, this is completely unexpected by the younger brother who recorded the song outside.

When he knew that the creative department had appointed a male model, Bai Ling, as the head, and that he was going to be the younger brother, he disdained it, but he was struggling to make ends meet, so he had to follow orders!

I thought that since Bai Ling wrote this song, it should be neither fish nor fowl, but it was actually sung by Bai Ling, which completely fulfilled his idea that Bai Ling was really taken care of by Boss Su.

But he didn't expect that Bai Ling was really a powerful faction that had been hiding for too long.

"Well, it's ready, let's start recording?" Bai Ling's voice rang in the younger brother's ear.

The younger brother said in a doggy manner, "Yes, yes, Minister Bai." Then he quickly turned off the music.

"It seems that the sound of the accompaniment just now was a bit loud, please adjust it?" Bai Ling walked along with the rhythm, and then slowly felt that she let go of her voice.

"Okay, Minister Bai, wait a moment, I'll turn down the volume...how do you think this is?" Bai Ling heard the accompaniment sound, it was indeed a little softer.

"Okay, let's do it again formally." Bai Ling cleared her throat and prepared.

The little brother immediately fiddled with it, ready to record, and signaled to Bai Ling, who also gestured back.

The official recording went smoothly, but Bai Ling was still a little worried.

"Listen, why do I feel that my voice is a bit strange?" Bai Ling frowned.

"I think it's already very good. Really, Minister Bai, you are indeed a natural beauty, no, you have a beautiful singing voice!" The younger brother immediately flattered him, and with Bai Ling's strength, he would have no problem being a minister for a lifetime.

"Okay." Bai Ling thought about it too, if it feels bad at that time, I'll make a re-recording, first record the other two songs together.

So Bai Ling recorded all three songs in one go, and the latter two songs are more in the state than the first one, with emotions and sounds in place.

So after recording the last two songs, Bai Ling re-recorded the first one.

"Is it all right?" Bai Ling already felt that her throat was a little dry.

"Enen, it's okay, it feels good, Minister Bai!" The younger brother winked at Bai Ling through the glass.

"En, good." Bai Ling ignored the bloody expression, took off the headset, and came out of the recording studio.

"Give me the recorded tape." Bai Ling had already seen her things being sold, so it's better to be careful this time.

"Okay, here you are." The little brother presented the tape respectfully, that posture, could it be the legendary sycophant.

Bai Ling put away the tape, and then ordered, "Go and sort out the contact information of each TV station and radio station now, it will be useful for new songs to hit the charts."

"Okay~~~~~~~~" The younger brother responded attentively.

Bai Ling took the tape and continued to listen carefully. It was his first time recording a song, so he was afraid that something might go wrong. Although he used to help singers listen to the tape, now this is his own, so he needs to be more careful.

So Su Yanting didn't see Bai Ling when he was off work, and no one answered the call to the creation department. When he ran down to find Bai Ling in person, he saw this scene: in a small dark room, Bai Ling was wearing a white windbreaker , sitting upright, his head shaking rhythmically, and occasionally chanting something in his mouth.

"Bai Ling!" Su Yanting was relieved to see that Bai Ling was fine.

"Don't make noise." Bai Ling continued to listen without raising her head.

Su Yanting was stunned. Bai Ling talked to him like this, which reminded him of his expression when he first lived with Bai Ling. It was very similar. It seemed that Bai Ling had become less afraid of himself.

After listening for a while, Bai Ling seemed to be finally satisfied, and then raised her eyes to look at Su Yanting who had been standing and looking at her.

"Come and listen too." Bai Ling called Su Yanting. He was most serious when he was immersed in the music.

"Okay." Su Yanting walked to Bai Ling's side, moved a chair and sat down.

Bai Ling put the ear veins on Su Yanting's head, and pressed the play button.

Su Yanting's expression was calm. He listened, but there was something else in his eyes.

Bai Ling stared closely at Su Yanting's face, trying to read something from his face, but it was in vain. At this moment, he felt uneasy like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to check his homework.

Only twenty or ten minutes had passed, but Bai Ling felt that a century had passed so long and suffered so much.

Seeing Su Yanting put off the headset and turned his head, Bai Ling asked, "What do you think? If it's not good, I'll record it again."

"Hey, generally speaking, it's not bad, but there seems to be a problem with the sentence in the first song. It's good to make up a little bit of recording, and the rest is fine." Su Yanting said calmly, but he didn't know why he was full of endless praise in his heart. Bai Ling's first recording was so perfect.

"Oh, okay, then I'll make up the recording now." After Bai Ling finished speaking, she frowned and wondered which sentence was wrong. Is it really that sentence?

"Who told you to go now, well, go home with me immediately." Su Yanting stopped Bai Ling, a little displeased.

"Oh, that's fine." Bai Ling had no choice but to put away the tape, found a piece of clothing to wrap it up, and only then did she have the intention to leave.

Su Yanting's face softened a little, he hugged Bai Ling in his arms and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"It seems to be a little hungry." Bai Ling felt a little hungry now.

"You still know you're hungry. It's almost eight o'clock now, and you have a bad stomach, so you don't know how to eat well." Su Yanting scolded Bai Ling, but his tone was not overbearing.

Su Yanting scratched Bai Ling's nose, and took him downstairs in the elevator, but he was thinking about another thing: Did he not eat properly during the few days when he deliberately snubbed Bai Ling?

Su Yanting was very distressed and guilty, so he hugged Bai Ling tighter. Bai Ling could only feel the warmth from Su Yanting's arms around her.

Bai Ling held Su Yanting's hand, the little hand was soft and cold, and they went home side by side together like this, which made Su Yanting think of four words: love each other.