Transmigrated as the Villain's Cat

In the recording studio, the boy with the unique youthful atmosphere of a teenager took a deep breath in front of the radio, nodded to the outside, and signaled that he was ready.

So the moving melody sounded slowly.

The boy's clear voice echoed the melody. The boy's sensuality is quite special. It's not that it's amazing, but it's very comfortable and always just right. It carries the unique sweetness in the air after the clouds disappear and rain, and it's like an early spring. The handful of cold first snow when the ice and snow are still in the air, people will remember it in their hearts after hearing it.

Outside the recording studio glass.

Angus, who was originally sitting in the corner of the recording studio, stood up excitedly, and exchanged glances with Wesson. Years of tacit understanding allowed them to understand each other's meaning with just one glance.

This boy was the one they had been looking for.

Compared with Angus, Wesson's eyes are still restrained, but his fingertips, which are white from holding too tightly, have already betrayed his mind.

This is a song he wrote when he was young, with too many emotions that he can't talk to.

After many years of being on the shelf, the song was revived again after he modified it.

His dark brown eyes looked at the boy with a hint of imperceptible expectation.

Fu Xiao opened the door and entered to watch this scene.

Behind him was Xiao Liu who was holding a pile of documents. Needless to say, he rushed over from the conference room.

He gently opened the door without disturbing anyone.

There were many people inside the door, but as soon as Fu Xiao raised his eyes, he saw a boy with earphones inside the glass wall.

With the earphones on the boy's trivial black hair, it seemed that the boy's small face was even smaller. His azure blue eyes lowered his head, and the boy's curly eyelashes were thick and black, trembling slightly, as if trembling in Fu Xiao's heart.

caught up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door gently, walked to the middle of the crowd, and tilted his ears slightly.

The melody of the song carries a touch of nostalgia, and the boy's voice is like a train of time slowly passing by, bringing people back to the dusk evening on the playground roof in the memory, when the light yellow light sprinkled the red runway.

That was the purest and most beautiful age.

But for Fu Xiao, that period was also the busiest. He was always running around in the company and his studies, like a tree silently absorbing nutrients, growing up non-stop, in order to resist the unknown wind and rain in the future.

Forever alone, in a hurry.

lonely?

Mostly it is lonely.

Regret?

Never regretted it.

He was thus freed.

Fu Xiao lowered his head and chuckled, his eyes raised and the young man who was caught off guard bumped into his arms.

The boy's eyes seemed to light up like stars when he looked at him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Fu Xiao also smiled for no reason, just because the boy smiled.

It never occurred to him that one day he would be delighted by the joy of others.

The eyes of the two met, neither of them was willing to let go first.

Leaning against the wall, Fu Xiao inexplicably felt a throbbing in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pulled down the bow tie. Inexplicably, he suddenly thought that the boy will always only have him in his eyes, and it seems that it is not a bad thing.

The lights of the recording studio focused on the young man, but Fu Xiao felt that there was nothing around him that was more dazzling than the young man.His youth is like a prince seated on a throne in splendid attire, worthy of all the praise in the world.

He seemed to be the light itself.

All eyes could not help but focus on his young man, but the young man only had him in his eyes.

Think of this.

Fu Xiao couldn't help breathing quickly.

A song ends.

No one in the studio spoke.

Su Zening came out, rushed towards Fu Xiao with a smile on his face, looked at Fu Xiao with joy and said, "How is it?"

Fu Xiao was silent for a moment, his throat tightened slightly, he stared at Su Zening for a while and said, "Okay."

The young man smiled even more happily, and moved his face closer. The tip of his nose was very close to Fu Xiaoli's. Fu Xiao seemed to be able to feel the hot and humid breath from the tip of his nose. The young man seemed to be saying something, but he paid attention to it and didn't hear anything.

He just wanted to stretch out his hand and pull Ning Ning into his arms, so that the tip of Ning Ning's fair nose hit his chest.

He took a step back and said to Angus, "Is this the person you are looking for?"

Angus was ignorant of the undercurrent that was surging between the two, and said happily, "Yes." He looked at Wesson.

Wesson nodded hesitantly.

The boy's voice has a wide range, and it doesn't take much effort to sing in any range.And his voice seems to be born with the ability to express emotions, and there is no flaw in the use of skills. He has never seen such a perfect fusion of emotion and technique. The air voice expresses hesitation, and the vibrato expresses excitement, which is always just right. , as perfect as a textbook.

It's hard.

But the emotion of the song is not only conveyed by expression, but more of the singer's inner feelings.

But the boy did not.

That's why sometimes some songs' singing skills are in a mess, but they can still be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

And the teenager is perfect like a beautiful and delicate doll in the cupboard.

Beautiful but not real.

Pretty and shocking. Not enough punch.

It can't be said that the young man can't handle the songs well. The young man is definitely one of the most talented people he has ever met. He can sing the theme song more than enough. It's just that he has high hopes for the young man and hopes that others can do better.

But Wei Sen also felt that he was too strong to bear the difficulties. The boy in front of him was only less than 20 years old, so how could he be asked to understand the many emotions in the world?

What he thinks, others are completely ignorant.

Angus glanced at Fu Xiao and Su Zening. Su Zening stood behind Fu Xiao and couldn't help secretly looking at Fu Xiao from time to time.

Angus knew it well, and he said to Fu Xiao, "I hope he can participate in the recording of our theme song, other conditions are easy to negotiate." Although they didn't realize it, there seemed to be an enchantment between the two of them, separating others .

Between the two, it was obviously Fu Xiao who made the decision.

Fat fish really is fat fish!

Cat food has made money again.

Su Zening's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look pitifully at Fu Xiao.He forgot that he is not a little sugar cake now, and he does not need Fu Xiao's consent.

Fu Xiao said as usual: "Okay, send me the contract."

The two of them didn't find it strange at all.

Xiao Liu, who had been a wall flower behind the two of them for a long time, looked at them tangledly, hesitating to speak.

Director Angus was satisfied and Weisen left to start drawing up the contract.

Su Zening and Fu Xiao walked out one after the other.As President Fu, Fu Xiao followed in Su Zening's footsteps.

None of them felt strange.

The only bad thing is that Xiao Liu's expression became more tangled, as if he had discovered a shocking secret, and he was tangled whether to tell it or not.

Xiao Liu and Secretary Zhang, who were a few steps away from the two, walked side by side.

Secretary Zhang squinted at him, pushed his glasses expressionlessly and said, "Do you know why some people can live to a hundred years old?"

Xiao Liu:? ? ?

Secretary Zhang said with a smile on his face, "Because they never meddle in their own business."

Xiao Liu felt a chill run up his spine, and Fuzhi said in his heart, "I don't know anything."

Secretary Zhang sneered: "If a third person knows—"

Xiao Liu swore: "Of course not, if I come to see you with the head."

Secretary Zhang walked away satisfied.

Following Su Zening, Fu Xiao looked at the young man's back. Under the white shirt, the butterfly bones of the young man were faintly visible, fragile but beautiful, which made Fu Xiao spontaneously feel a desire to protect.

"Yi Ning." Fu Xiao couldn't help but say with a heartbeat.

Su Zening turned his head and looked at Fu Xiao in puzzlement, his face full of doubts.

What does Fu Xiao want to say to him?

Fu Xiao was silent, just looking at him, Fu Xiao's eyes were like a starry sky, there were too many things that Su Zening could not understand.

After the two looked at each other in silence for a moment, Su Zening's heart beat wildly.Then Fu Xiao smiled suddenly, and he stretched out his hand towards himself.Su Ze, you can't help feeling a little nervous. What is Fu Xiao trying to do with his hand?

That hand kept getting closer to Su Zening, and then put it on Su Zening's hair. Fu Xiao pressed down the hair on the young man's forehead that had just been raised because of wearing headphones, and said, "The hair is messed up."

Su Zening suddenly felt a little lost, but he disappeared in a flash. The young man jumped to the side angrily and said angrily, "Don't touch my hair."

Little Liu, who was following the two of them, was shivering, only feeling that his neck was cold.

Even if he sewed his mouth shut.

I can't bear the fact that the person concerned is leaking secrets like crazy.

This floor is all the top recording studios under Xingchen, each of which has an investment of more than eight figures, and the effects are well-known in the industry.

There was a sudden commotion from the recording studio next door.

Everyone's attention was attracted.

The sound engineer in the recording studio said angrily: "Rules are rules, and the recording studio can only make appointments for three days at most at a time."

A female voice next to him sneered, "When was this the rule? I used to do it for about a week."

That person was Feng Jiaming.

Seeing everyone looking over, she looked at Fu Xiao and the half-grown child beside him whom she didn't know, feeling complicated.She just saw Fu Xiao put his hand on the top of that person's head. She knew Fu Xiao. Fu Xiao kept a distance from everyone and always resisted others from entering his world. She had never been so close to others. Taste, I always think about the relationship between the two.

At this time, the sound engineer pushed back and forth again, and Feng Jiaming was in a bad mood. She explained to the new sound engineer: "You just came here, so maybe you don't know. I've been here for a week before, so why can't I do it this time?"

The sound engineer was very aggrieved: "If you can't do it, you can't do it. This is the established rule."

Feng Jiaming was angry and funny, she had been using this recording studio for so many years, and had never heard of this rule, she said, "Who would set this rule?"

At this time, the supervisor came, saw Feng Jiaming and smiled apologetically: "Miss Feng, it's not that we make things difficult for you, this is indeed our rule here."

Feng Jiaming said in disbelief, "But it never happened before."

The supervisor hesitated and didn't know what to say.

It's busy over there.

Fu Xiao didn't care at all, and took Su Zening to wait for the elevator at the intersection.

Secretary Zhang couldn't help but walked over and sneered, and said to the supervisor, "Just speak up."

The supervisor glanced at Secretary Zhang and said, "I see that the recording studio was built with Mr. Fu's private funds. Naturally, we don't have to abide by our rules, but now—" He didn't say anything, and Feng Jiaming understood.

Why let her use it now.

Secretary Zhang looked at Feng Jiaming and shook his head.

Feng Jiaming always refused to go to Mr. Fu's recording studio in the villa, so Mr. Fu also built one in the company. With the money he paid, Feng Jiaming can be an exception. Not only is Feng Jiaming the priority, but he can use it as long as he wants .

As for now-

Secretary Zhang had already notified her, and Feng Jiaming would never be that exception again.

So it was Fu Xiao again?

These days, she has been deeply aware that Feng Jiaming, who is different, has long been numb, and she couldn't help but look in the direction of Fu Xiao and the boy expressionlessly.

The elevator came, but Fu Xiao stretched out his hand, blocked the elevator, and let the boy in with a guarding attitude.

The young man didn't feel anything wrong at all, and walked in while raising his head and talking to Fu Xiao.

After the boy entered, Fu Xiao walked in and looked down at the boy.

Across a corridor, Feng Jiaming felt that Fu Xiao's eyes were like snow water that just melted when it was warm and cold.

She was inexplicable for a while, what was she thinking.

What about Fu Xiao has nothing to do with her.

Fu Wei lived with her these days, and he was blocked by the entire industry, and no one hired Fu Wei at the request of Mr. Fu.

And she could feel that someone was targeting her.

Fu Wei was not in a hurry, but even told her that she could take advantage of this time to rest and adjust.

How is this possible, her dream has not yet come true, she has not yet proved herself, how can this make her stop.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiaming decided to have a good talk with Fu Wei.