Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

Although the morning dawns early in summer, Song Mo has his own biological clock and is very punctual. He won't get up until that time. No matter how early the dawn is, it is impossible for him to get up even one second earlier.

However, today is an exception.

When woken up by the system ringtone, Song Mo turned over and pulled the quilt over his head at first, waiting for the ringtone to go off by itself, but the other party was too persistent, and the quiet morning was completely ruined up.

Song Mo couldn't bear it anymore, and finally sat up on the bed with the chicken coop on his head, moved to the foot of the bed and bent down, unplugged the charger from the socket, opened the old mobile phone, saw that it was an unfamiliar call, and said in a perfunctory tone: "Hey, who is it?" ah?"

"I, Nie Ziye." The other party's voice was slightly hoarse, and it seemed to be the sequelae of getting up early, "Didn't you agree to be my assistant, I'm here to pick you up."

This sentence successfully woke up most of Song Mo's drowsiness. He grabbed his phone and found his voice after a long time: "Are you really serious?"

The other party seemed to be amused by his words: "Really, get up quickly, don't let my employer wait for you for too long."

Speaking of this, it is a bit unreasonable for Song Mo not to get out of bed.

He thought that the assistant that Nie Ziye had mentioned the night before was just trying to save him so that he could escape the "three divisions interrogation".

After all, he is a star, Song Mo didn't think that the other party's Ai Wu Ji Wu would let him, an inexperienced person, be his assistant. Apart from massage, he didn't know what a star's assistant should do.

But Song Mo is not too nervous, anyway, he can still learn if he doesn't know how to do it, but not everyone can reach his level of massage skills.

Lu Xiaodong who was sitting in the car also had the same question: "A kid who just finished the college entrance examination, can he do this job? Even if his sister helped you, you don't have to make fun of yourself..."

In fact, besides being Nie Ziye's assistant, Lu Xiaodong also works as a manager. Nie Ziye's manager Wen Ju has more than one artist under him, so she doesn't often follow Nie Ziye.Normally, she would send all of Nie Ziye's recent announcements to Lu Xiaodong, asking him to arrange Nie Ziye's itinerary and supervise the implementation.

And some time ago, the person who actually worked as Nie Ziye's assistant was fired, and only Lu Xiaodong was really too busy.

It's just that no matter how short someone is, there's no need to find a kid with no social experience, right?This is just an adult, first of all, he must not have a driver's license, and Nie Ziye will have to pay for another driver in the future.

Secondly, this kid definitely doesn't know how to deal with people from TV stations, film crews, and entertainment companies. He doesn't know how to speak impeccably while maintaining a good relationship with the other party and maintaining the image of his own artist...

From Lu Xiaodong's point of view, Nie Ziye can repay the girl for his help in other ways, but there is no need to adopt such a way that hurts himself and may not benefit others.

While talking, Song Mo had already come down from the unit, with a breakfast bag in his mouth and a black schoolbag on his back.

...It is indeed a schoolbag, look closely, and there are words of xx middle school on it.

Lu Xiaodong almost wanted to cover his face. Apart from the fact that a face can give his own artists extra points, this new assistant doesn't look like someone who can take care of others, but more like a character who is taken care of by others.

What made him even more speechless was that Song Mo said to Nie Ziye vaguely while biting a piece of bread as soon as he got in the car: "You earned it, let me be an assistant, it's an overkill."

Lu Xiaodong: "..." Kid, haven't you ever rolled around in society, have you?

However, after hearing Song Mo's words, instead of being angry, Nie Ziye nodded seriously, "Well, I'll leave it to you from now on."

"Don't worry, I'll cover you." Song Mo's expression was serious, and he made such a serious and serious expression with a face so tender that water could be squeezed out, giving people a comical contrast effect.

Lu Xiaodong...he didn't want to talk anymore, since the two of them felt that there was no problem, what else could he say?

Fortunately, most of today's itinerary will be spent in the recording studio.Nie Ziye is preparing to release a new album. Although the final product may not be released until the end of the year, the preparations have already begun since the beginning of the year.

He is here today to audition and record. A good album needs to be honed slowly, and it cannot be accomplished overnight.It is almost impossible to finish recording an album in one day, even if he is the hero in the book, he has not opened such a heaven-defying hook.

Song Mo thought the new song was pretty good at first, but Nie Ziye's magnetic voice made it even better... However, when the same melody was sung over and over again, no matter how good the song was, it would make the song more pleasant. People feel sleepy, just like eating too much delicious food will make you feel full.

The recording studio was very boring, Song Mo had nothing else to do except serving tea and water, unlike Lu Xiaodong, at least he could hold a tablet in his hand to help Nie Ziye deal with work emails and so on.

"If you feel bored, you can also play games or go out for a walk." Lu Xiaodong said he was busy, but in fact he was also distracted to observe Song Mo secretly. He found that apart from being a bit young, the child had good patience and was dry. Sit without squinting and keep your hands on your knees.

His impression of Song Mo suddenly improved a lot, and his tone of voice became much softer.

However, facing his proposal, Song Mo shook his head: "The battery of the mobile phone is used up quickly, and it is easy to run out of battery while playing games. It's too hot outside, so I don't want to go out."

"Then what were you thinking when you moved your mouth just now?" Lu Xiaodong asked curiously.

Song Mo: "The mantra of clearing the heart is the one that says 'form is emptiness, emptiness is form', also called "Heart Sutra" or "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".

Lu Xiaodong raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "You can still recite scriptures? Don't you only know this sentence..."

"You want to hear the whole thing?" Song Mo glanced at him, and recited the whole Heart Sutra before Lu Xiaodong could speak.

After memorizing the Buddhist version, he also memorized the Taoist "Qingxinjue". The old monk is a monk with advanced thinking and knows how to learn from others. He taught Song Mo not only Buddhist scriptures, but also many other contents.

When Song Mo finished reciting, Lu Xiaodong's eyes had turned into mosquito-repellent incense. He was stunned for a long time before giving Song Mo a thumbs up tremblingly: "Although I didn't understand a word, it seems very Looks great."

Sure enough, people can't be judged by their appearance. Children nowadays learn all kinds of things, which is really eye-opening.

Most of the day was spent in Nie Ziye's singing and Song Mo's chanting. Lu Xiaodong waited for Nie Ziye to finish recording the song, and when he stood up from the sofa, he was still in a trance.

"What's wrong with you?" Nie Ziye gave him a strange look when he came out of the recording studio, "I was the one who recorded the song, why do you look more tired than me?"

Lu Xiaodong waved his hand, his mind was still buzzing, he was too tired to speak.

However, he still wanted to tell Nie Ziye about the upcoming itinerary, and after a while he said: "You have a reception to attend tonight, Sister Wen specifically mentioned that Director Li will also go to this reception, so I will take this opportunity to have sex with him." A good relationship can do you no harm."

"Yes." Nie Ziye nodded slightly.

"Eat more throat lozenges, and try to recover your throat at night." Lu Xiaodong was prepared, opened the packaging bag of throat lozenges, and stuffed one into Nie Ziye's hand.

"Eating too much sugar is bad for your throat." Song Mo said suddenly, "Let me massage your vocal cords."

Before Lu Xiaodong could speak, he saw Nie Ziye put the candy into his pocket and smiled at the boy: "Okay."

Lu Xiaodong: "..."

Then he saw his big star raised his head, sitting in the car looking like he was being slaughtered, while the young man stretched out a pair of white and slender hands, and grabbed his neck.

The picture was a little scary, Lu Xiaodong almost turned the steering wheel.

While driving, he would look at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time. He was afraid that Song Mo would be too aggressive. Don't give Nie Ziye a lot of massage, first make a series of pinch marks on Nie Ziye's neck .

At that time, not only entertainment news, maybe even social news will be reserved for Nie Ziye.

But fortunately, Song Mo's hands were measured. He nimbly pressed Nie Ziye's neck with his fingers, and his fingertips were soft and warm.

When he breathed, the warm breath would inevitably spray on Nie Ziye's neck occasionally, it was a little itchy, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

It was rare for Nie Ziye to let people get so close to him. From this distance, he could clearly see the texture of the boy's skin, his small features, and the lines on his lips.

Song Mo's lips are a healthy red color, redder than the average person's. The lips are neither thin nor thick, just right and full, and the taste should be very good when bitten.

Nie Ziye: "..."

Realizing that his divergent thoughts were thinking about something, Nie Ziye's expression became uncomfortable, and just when his subtle expression fell into Song Mo's eyes, he frowned slightly: "Did I hurt you?"

"No, the strength is just right." Nie Ziye felt his voice become hoarse when he spoke.

"Then I should try harder?" Song Mo asked softly, "If you can't stand it, you can say, I will be gentle."

Nie Ziye: "...OK."

Lu Xiaodong, who was in charge of driving, felt that there was something wrong with this conversation, but he didn't realize it for a while, and drove the car into the underground parking lot of the hotel suspiciously.

By the time he got off the car, Nie Ziye's voice had fully recovered, and it sounded a little softer than before he entered the recording studio.Like daffodils fully soaked in water, you can feel the glamorous hormonal breath just by listening to the sound.

Lu Xiaodong was stunned: "...you really know how to massage?" He thought the little assistant was just good-looking, but he didn't have any hope for him.

"Of course, I said it was overqualified." Song Mo smiled at him.

Lu Xiaodong: "..."

Children now...