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At ten o'clock in the morning on Saturday, Wei Jun arrived at Sheng Jingheng's villa on time.

The one who opened the door for him was Chen Le, Sheng Jingheng's life assistant.

Sheng Jingheng didn't like having strangers set foot in his house, so he never hired aunts or hourly workers.

Whether resting at home or going out to work, Chen Le is the only one who takes care of all his trivial matters.

It can almost be regarded as 24 hours a day.

Sometimes when Wei Jun saw Chen Le, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

He clearly looked at a young man in his twenties, but he was never anxious or complained, and when he did housework, he was more meticulous than a woman.

If it were him, even with an annual salary equivalent to that of an ordinary company director, he wouldn't be able to hold on for so long.

The boss is in the recording studio, Brother Wei, would you like a cup of coffee first?

After Chen Le welcomed Wei Jun in, he went straight to the tea bar.

The coffee is freshly ground and brewed, and it is still steaming.

Wei Jun followed, sat down in front of the bar, nodded, I'm sorry to trouble you.

When Sheng Jingheng is in the recording studio, he is working, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by anyone.

And there is no special announcement today, but I will have a meal with screenwriter Chai Wentao at noon to chat about the revised script.

Then later in the afternoon, I will go to work in the New Era of Idol program group to prepare for the semi-finals in the evening.

So Wei Jun was not in a hurry, and chatted with Chen Le leisurely while drinking coffee.

After finishing a cup of coffee, before Sheng Jingheng came down, the doorbell rang first.

Wei Jun was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at his watch: Who will come at this point?

Chen Le checked the doorbell monitor and answered him, It's Mr. Sheng.

Sheng Jingrui also has a villa here, but he basically still lives in Sheng's house and rarely comes here.

He was wearing a white sportswear, obviously just back from exercising outside.

There was a friendly smile on his handsome face, and the hair on his forehead was not combed up, but fell down naturally and casually, making him look like a college student.

Wei Jun is here too? Will there be an announcement to run away later?

Wei Jun called Mr. Sheng respectfully first, and then gave a rough outline of the work arrangement.

Sheng Jingrui listened casually, nodded and said, Then I'll go up and find him.

After speaking, the person went up to the second floor, unable to stop, and no one dared to stop.

Wei Jun and Chen Le looked at each other, showing the same helpless smile, and then went back to sit at the tea bar.

Sheng Jingheng was writing a song, and while playing the general tune on the keyboard, he recorded it on the score.

Intermittent, non-professional people can't hear the reason at all.

Sheng Jingrui watched it for a while, then went up and knocked on the door, and then waited for Sheng Jingheng to look up, then pushed the door open and went in.

Aren't you planning to make a new movie? And release a new song?

Sheng Jingheng glanced at him indifferently, then took off the earphones: What's the matter?

I sent you a video last night, did you watch it?

Sheng Jingrui closed the door, dragged a chair over and sat down, and added: It's related to Nanyue, didn't you praise her?

Look, Sheng Jingheng's expression was still very calm, as if his thoughts were still immersed in the inspiration of songwriting, and he never jumped out, You came here just for this?

You reacted like this after seeing it? Sheng Jingrui couldn't help but clicked his tongue, then took out his phone, found another video, and leaned over to him, I asked Nancy to find it for me, listen to it.

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Sheng Jingheng wanted to listen or not, he just pressed play.

A female voice singing a cappella came out of the phone immediately. The sound quality of the phone was mediocre, and the video was suppressed, so the timbre was already damaged.

Hearing this, Sheng Jingheng frowned slightly, and soon let go.