My vase is popular all over the country with its strength

Xie Jinglin raised his chin subconsciously, very obedient.

Fu Xinglang's hand reached out to his neck, his fingers were slender, and he carefully tied the belt of his robe. His hands were very hot, even if he didn't directly touch Xie Jinglin's skin, Xie Jinglin could still feel the heat from those hands .Fu Xinglang leaned forward slightly, Xie Jinglin was taken aback, subconsciously shrank back, but Fu Xinglang just wrapped his hands behind his shoulders, grabbed the wide hood and put it on for him.

What are you thinking, Xie Jinglin secretly spurned himself.

"Okay." A set of movements came down smoothly and logically.The deep voice almost rang close to Xie Jinglin's ear, Fu Xinglang's unique cold fragrance spread over him, and his body was slightly numb.

It's just a normal response to voice control.Xie Jinglin was extremely fortunate at the moment, fortunately he had already put on the mask, otherwise Fu Xinglang would definitely have caught a clue.

"I'll wait for you in the audience." Fu Xinglang straightened his robes again, "My king of singers."

"Cough." Xie Jinglin coughed lightly, with the tips of his red ears hidden in the hood, "Then I'll go first."

Six singers took the stage again, each wearing their own style of robes.

Fu Xinglang sat in the middle of the first row of the auditorium, with the best viewing angle.His eyes were on the young man in the dark blue magic robe from beginning to end.

It's just that the mask on the boy's face is a bit in the way.Fu Xinglang was a little dissatisfied.

"Mr. Fu, this is the result of audience voting." The director of the program group ran to Fu Xinglang with a cat, his words were full of respect, "We have made sure that the identity of each singer has not been leaked to ensure the greatest fairness of the voting results. just."

Fu Xinglang took the data sheet, and when he saw who the person with the most votes was, he was satisfied, and said mysteriously on his face, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." The director finally breathed a sigh of relief, "It's our honor to have you here. We will definitely make this show a good one, guarantee fairness and justice, and live up to your trust."

God knows how shocked he was when he got the news that Mr. Fu was coming, and at the same time he hurriedly thought about whether he had made any big mistakes in his decades of life.

He is still very self-aware. "Song Club" is considered important in variety shows, but in the eyes of Mr. Fu, it is just a big project, and it is not worth him to personally inspect the work.

Judging from his years of experience in the industry, if this happens to the general big bosses, it is likely that he is looking for a little star to see his little lover.

But when the boss was Fu Xinglang, he didn't dare to guess randomly.Who is Fu Xinglang, who took over the Fu Group at a young age, and expanded the already huge business group into a business empire several times within a few years.

At the same time, he is notoriously low-key and indifferent, not even a leftover scandal has been heard for so many years.

Mr. Fu only said that he came to inspect the work, and asked him for a copy of audience voting statistics. He didn't say anything else, and he didn't even know that he appeared in the auditorium a few minutes ago.

In short, the director didn't dare to play any tricks, and honestly handed over the most authentic results.

In fact, there were originally two results. There was a traffic singer in this issue. It is estimated that there were many fans of him. If they recognized him, they would vote for him. However, under the pressure of strength, they still lost to The singer codenamed "Bad".

So his agency came over to make connections, and wanted to win this issue of "King of Songs" for this traffic singer.The director understands, this is to give the traffic singer some strength gold.After weighing the interests, he thought, anyway, there was only a dozen votes difference, so he planned to give the singer of this issue to the traffic singer.

Who knew that Fu Xinglang suddenly appeared at this time, and he couldn't figure out who the big boss was here for, and he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

"Maintaining fairness and justice, good word of mouth is one of the cores for a program to survive for a long time." Fu Xinglang looked indifferent, showing no emotion.

The director felt that Fu Xinglang's words were quite meaningful. He didn't dare to look directly into Fu Xinglang's eyes anymore. He lowered his head and responded repeatedly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and returned to his work station.

Later, when he produced one popular and long-lived variety show after another, he thought of Fu Xinglang's extremely oppressive lecture that night, and he was full of emotion.

On stage, when the host heard the final result fed back from the director through the headset, he was both surprised and expected.

As expected, the singer code-named "Bad" really won the singer of this issue. What is very surprising is that the singer code-named "Bad" turned out to be the famous flower vase Xie Jinglin.

But as an experienced host, even if the heart is overwhelmed with shock, he is still calm on the surface.

"Now, what I have in my hand is the statistics of audience voting results. The one with the highest number of votes will become the singer of this episode!" The host was creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation, "He surpassed No.2 with a gap of [-] votes. He, will Who is it?"

There was a burst of booing from the audience, and when it was almost time, he continued: "Congratulations to the song king of this episode—'Bad'!"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and most people felt that this result was well-received.

"Next, let us reveal everyone's masks one by one!"

"The first one, code-named 'Spring', she is our affectionate goddess Zhizhi, the second one... Finally, this delinquent boy, our singer of this issue, he is—Xie Jinglin!"

Xie Jinglin took off his mask. The young man was slender, with red lips and white teeth, which contrasted with the dark cloak, making him appear fairer and more transparent under the bright lights.

"Hello everyone, I'm "Bad", Xie Jinglin." The young man's clean and clear voice sounded, and the recording room, which had been quiet for a few seconds after being suddenly hit by a beautification attack, seemed to be awakened, and the screaming and boiling sound almost lifted the roof.

Fu Xinglang was in the audience, submerged in the screams and applause, staring intently at the shining young man on the stage.

Xie Jinglin was holding the white rose he personally picked, and holding the crystal trophy in his hand. Under the bright light, two small canine teeth were playfully exposed, and the broken diamond earrings shone brightly under the light, confident and flamboyant.

He should shine like this, just like the startling side on the set, he is confident and shining, attracting everyone's attention, this is Xie Jinglin's unique aura.

Xie Jinglin is special to him.He wanted this star to shine forever.

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The program group of "Song Club" has a lot of money and wealth. For the sense of ceremony, trophies and flowers are prepared for the singers of each issue.

Xie Jinglin returned to the backstage holding the trophy and flowers. Along the way, many staff members congratulated him. Without the cover of the mask, their steps were much lighter.

"Brother Fu?" Xie Jinglin went back to the lounge, saw Fu Xinglang, subconsciously said with some surprise, "Why are you still here?"

After finishing speaking, he felt wrong, afraid that Fu Xinglang would misunderstand him and dislike him, so he quickly added: "I have no other meaning..."

"Congratulations." Fu Xinglang interrupted him with a hug, "Going to celebrate?"

Xie Jinglin was surrounded by Fu Xinglang's arms, his nose was filled with his unique cold fragrance, he could even feel Fu Xinglang's strong heartbeat and the chest vibration caused by his words, and his deep voice rang in his ears.

In just one night, Xie Jinglin blushed several times, each time because of the same person.

He was stunned for five seconds before he came to his senses. Xie Jinglin coughed dryly to cover up his discomfort: "Hey, where did Sister Fang and Brother Li go?"

"They have something urgent to leave first, please let me take you back." This time without the cover of a mask, Fu Xinglang accurately saw Xie Jinglin's reddish face in his eyes. Good morning, would you like to celebrate?"

Xie Jinglin had regained his composure, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, can you come to my house? I just moved to a new house not long ago, and I have a lot of wine in the wine cabinet."

In fact, he was a little tired, but he was really happy. He wanted to drink, but he didn't want to go too noisy or too far away, and he didn't want to drink alone against the moon.

Facing Fu Xinglang, for some reason, he actually had a feeling of wanting to be willful that he never had with his parents.

The two small canine teeth protruded quietly again, and he looked at Fu Xinglang with eyebrows and eyes curved: "Is it okay? Brother Fu."