my fiancée is a streamer

Under the setting sun, Meng Xiaotuan walked like flying and turned to look at Ye Xuan with dissatisfaction.

"Big villain, you run so slowly."

"Chasing me, you're chasing me!"

Looking at the cute little group who looks like a rabbit in front of him, Ye Xuan: "..."

This... This is embarrassing!

Running by myself is not as good as Meng Xiaotuan?

It seems that I must work hard to exercise!

I almost forgot, Meng Xiaotuan is a black belt in Taekwondo, no wonder he runs so fast.

whirring—

whirring—

Half an hour later, Ye Xuan was sweating profusely and panting.

I can't stand it. I can't stand it.

"promise."

Meng Xiaotuan stood in front of Ye Xuan and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

Gudoo - Gudoo -

"Xiao Tuan, the color contact lenses I gave you last time were my fault." Ye Xuan wiped the sweat off his face and said seriously.

"It's okay, I like everything you give me."

Meng Xiaotuan sat on the sofa and said with a smile.

As for the beauty barrel, Meng Xiaotuan thought

When I arrived in my room, there was a strange and big object. This was the second time Ye Xuan gave me a gift. How could I not keep it well!

The two shadows gradually elongated under the setting sun, and Ye Xuan held Meng Xiaotuan's hand tightly and walked towards the house.

"Do you have to get up early for a run tomorrow? Can you delay getting up at seven for an hour?"

"No! I'll lose weight, you exercise, if you don't get up tomorrow, hum, I'll...I'll throw off your quilt!"

"Sleep together at night?"

"Think beautifully!"

Meng Xiaotuan pouted.

"But I really can't get up tomorrow."

"Then...just once."

......

buzz buzz - buzz buzz -

Early in the morning, Ye Xuan shook his wet hair and walked into the company.

When I passed by the fourth floor, I heard the sound of a guitar. I walked in curiously and saw that Chu Qingfeng was practicing songs with his guitar in his arms.

"Mr. Ye!"

Seeing Ye Xuan, Chu Qingfeng immediately stopped the strings and said hello.

"It's quite early, it's okay, you continue." Ye Xuan took a bite of chewing gum and quietly admired it with his arms around his shoulders.

"it is good!"

buzz buzz - buzz buzz -

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Chu Qingfeng continued to play the guitar and sing a cappella.

Chu Qingfeng's voice was very loud and sounded exceptionally gentle. Of course, gentleness is indeed somewhat inappropriate to describe a man's voice, but Ye Xuan can only use these two words to describe it.

It's a sound that's both iconic and imprinted, as if the original world were instantly recognizable when they heard Jay's songs.

After chatting with Chu Qingfeng for a while, Ye Xuan learned that Chu Qingfeng's father was a singer who sang the quintessence of Peking Opera, and his profession protected his voice very well. Since he was a child, Chu Qingfeng would hold a piece of pear in his mouth every day before going to bed, and waited until he woke up. Finally, spit out the blackened pears to protect the throat.

"No wonder the voice is so crisp and gentle."

Ye Xuan suddenly realized, it's a pity that Chu Qingfeng has a good voice, and the songs he sang are all written by himself, which sounds a bit boring to Ye Xuan without any nutrition and depth.

"You continue to practice your voice, I'll be in my office in 10 minutes." Ye Xuan shook his freshly washed hair.

"To your office?"

"Well, you may not believe it when you say it, but just listening to you practice your voice for a while, my inspiration burst out. I suddenly thought of a song tailored just for you."

Chu Qingfeng: "???"

Is it a little too hasty?Or, Mr. Ye, your inspiration burst too suddenly?

Chapter 630 Big Trouble

Chu Qingfeng looked at Ye Xuan and scratched his head.

Isn't President Ye's burst of inspiration just right?

President Ye wants to write a song for me alone?

Thinking of this, Chu Qingfeng became short of breath.

Which of Mr. Ye's songs is not popular?

On the day he left Q, Chu Qingfeng's father called him, and his father's words on the phone still lingered in his mind.

"What kind of singer? You're not that material!"

"Anxin can make money by learning how to sing with me!"

"I don't allow you to chase any unattainable dream of being a singer, let me go home!"

"If you don't come back, don't come back!!!"

With repeated phone calls and repeated persuasion, my father's tone became more and more serious.