Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Jiang Qiao felt that at this point, eating should be more important, so he went directly to the box to order food and asked someone to bring the milk.

When Milk came over, she hadn't changed her clothes, she was wiping her hair with a towel, and when she saw Yunan, she was dumbfounded.

What kind of creature is this...

Shawl straight hair, a head taller than him, wearing red stiletto high heels.

Yunan sat down beside Jiang Qiao, and looked at the milk up and down.

"Your studio is about to start signing artists? They look pretty good, but their physique is a bit poor. If you want to take the traffic route, I suggest sending them to Korea for a training camp for a while."

milk:"……"

Jiang Qiao chuckled: "It's just a friend."

"Oh? Really." Yunan stared more carefully this time, wishing to take off Milk's pajamas, take a closer look inside and out, and then think carefully about what kind of friend this 'friend' is.

Seeing the milk, he made his heart tremble, and he closed the bathrobe to the tightest position, not a single piece of skin leaked out.

He has already frantically filled out a whole package of plots in his head—in fact, Jiang Qiao is a pervert who often works as a pimp in the circle, and today he brought him here to meet the guests!

Jiang Qiao ordered a lot of dishes, but Milk complained that his stomach was uncomfortable, so he didn't eat a bite, and dared not drink a bite.

Yunan was quite at ease, he chatted with Jiang Qiao about many things in the industry, and after eating, he made an appointment to go to the studio.

Pressing his growling stomach, Milk first went to change his clothes, and when he came out, he told Jiang Qiao about the guitar.

Jiang Qiao held the key and leaned against the car window: "You don't need to come here in person to return the guitar." It didn't look like he was looking for a meal, after all, he didn't eat a bite.

Milk watched the 1.9-meter tall Juju, who was wearing shoes, get on a Pikachu-shaped sports car, and was shocked for half a minute before regaining consciousness.

"Just... isn't our boss hurting his hand, but we still want to perform, so can you please help us record the guitar sound source. The main reason is that the boss is too demanding, and he can't watch it for ordinary guitarists. on, and the first thing that comes to my mind is..."

"Okay." Jiang Qiao interrupted him. Although he was too lazy to talk to Tang Mufan, the injury did have something to do with him, and it was just a sound source.

"After the performance track is determined, you send me the track."

"Okay, thank you very much!" Milk bowed ninety degrees.

"Okay, get in the car, I'll take you back first."

Although he was said to be taking him back, half an hour later, Jiang Qiao drove the car to the hospital where Tang Mufan was brought for examination last time.

"Brother Qiao, why did you get to the hospital?"

"Huh? Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"

Jiang Qiao looked at him suspiciously, and saw that his face was ruddy and shiny, and he didn't seem to be uncomfortable, but they lived irregularly and didn't eat cleanly, maybe there was really something wrong with their bodies. It is good.

He unbuttoned his seat belt and said: "When you have time, let all of you brothers come for a checkup. Regardless of your young age, long-term life of upside-down black and white and irregular life, and not paying attention to diet, who knows that your body will not be healthy. What's wrong with it. Don't worry, the inspection is free."

After speaking, he pushed the door open to get out of the car, but Milk rushed over and grabbed his arm.

"Brother Bridge."

"Woooooo, brother Qiao, I was wrong."

In the next 5 minutes, Jiang Qiao listened to Milk talk about the "brainstorming" in his head during the previous meal. Jiang Qiao was angry and laughed, and felt that it was ridiculous.

"I was wrong, I watched too many TV series, I will criticize!"

Jiang Qiao put his hand between his lips and smiled for several minutes before raising his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

"I don't blame you, Tang Mufan probably thinks the same way." It was the shocking words that day.

He pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and said: "I can only say that you look at us rich dudes too boringly. Just give a suggestive look, and there are countless people who want to take shortcuts to climb up Take the initiative to roll to the bottom of your feet, there are pure ones, and some wild ones, what can't be satisfied? I know better than you how tempting money is."

"Such people have little time and no energy, but they have a lot of money, and money can solve things. Who is willing to be sincere? Spend time and energy to treat you well, then there is no doubt, he just wants to make friends."

Milk withdrew his hand holding Jiang Qiao's sleeve, and said aggrieved and sorry.

"sorry."

"fine."

Jiang Qiao took the milk home, and went to the studio with Yunan, and it was already evening when he got home.

He took the black card back from his bag and went to the recording studio on the second floor.

The recording room of this villa is the design drawing he drew half a year ago. It is divided into three parts. The first is the recording room, and the other is his musical instrument collection room. The rest of the space is messy, with musical instruments, speakers, effectors, etc. , and added a mirror, if there are songs that require dance moves, it can be temporarily upgraded to a dance practice room.

Jiang Qiao sat down in front of the mirror with his guitar in his arms, turned on a laptop, found the most played 'single' by Three Points, and played casually while listening to it.

Milk's WeChat message came at 08:30, with several photos of the map.

Jiang Qiao pushed down, and sent a rude voice.

[So much, you want to exhaust me? ]

Milk was lying on the bed at this time.

The brothers naturally didn't understand the principle of respecting people by wearing earphones when they were condemned by God. Everyone's mobile phone speakers were turned on super loudly, so he naturally clicked on the voice bar directly.

The moment Jiang Qiao's voice rang from the phone, the music was not heard, but it made people feel inexplicably that the whole room was quiet.

Xiaojiu turned off the music, crawled to Milk's bed and asked him, "Is it Teacher Jiang? Have you two added WeChat?"

Milk lay on the bed and performed a wild rabbit kicking the eagle.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh..

Jiang Qiao's voice was nice to hear, but it sounded a little deeper when it came out through electronic products, but it was more textured, and it was even more seductive when placed close to the ear. After all, under normal circumstances, it was impossible for Jiang Qiao to get so close to talk to him. of.

He played that voice over and over again.

"I'm going to die, this sounds too good!"

Xiaojiu was still lying on the bedside: "If it sounds good, you can go and listen to Brother Qiao's songs. He is very prolific. He has [-] singles if not [-]."

Milk showed a slightly tangled expression at this time. They are a rock band themselves, and their preferences are more heavy metal. Among them, he and Baboon love Death Gold. Asleep, where is the energy to think about how beautiful the lyrics are.

"No matter what, I declare now that I am a fan of Teacher Jiang!"

Xiaojiu cut him, and went out to bring in the hot food from the kitchen.

If there is a little bit of humanity in this rental house, the landlord left them a microwave oven that looks like a relic from the last century but can still be used normally.

"Boss, remember to eat, I'm going to work."

"Be careful on the road."

Milk sent his brother away, turned over, his head was half hung by the bed, and looked at Tang Mufan who was on the lower bunk.

"Boss, should we go to brother Jiang Qiao's house? There must be a recording studio at his house, so we don't need to rent a rehearsal room."

Tang Mufan didn't know where the anger came from, so he snorted coolly.

"Would you like to sleep in his bed for free?"

"Well, I actually really want to."

In the next second, he was hit dizzy by Tang Mufan's pillow.

Milk put the pillow under the pillow, resting his chin on it: "Well, brother Qiao returned to me."

What he just replied was 'you pick a few simple ones at random', while Jiang Qiao picked his favorite one and played half of it in voice.

"I really like this one."

"Fuck."

Milk stretched out the phone to the lower bed, and Tang Mufan looked up. It turned out that what Jiang Qiao sent was not a voice, but a video.

One wall of Jiang Qiao’s recording studio is full of mirrors, and he is standing in front of the mirror, playing with the black card on his back. The video was shot with a mobile phone facing the camera. The people in the mirror are not wild The movements are just standing quietly and playing quietly, but there is a force that attracts people, and they are not willing to take their eyes off him.

Tang Mufan thinks that maybe this is the reason for the existence of this mirror. Jiang Qiao is a professional and mature singer who has undergone systematic training, so he will control all his expressions and movements on stage and in front of the camera. I used to be very contemptuous, after all, those who play in rock bands always think that music should be free and unrestrained.

But he couldn't deny the fact that he would be attracted to Jiang Qiao.

"Brother Qiao plays the guitar really well. To be honest, Boss, I think it's better than yours."

Tang Mufan was not angry after hearing this sentence, his guitar was originally a monk halfway.

After the video was played, Milk turned over and took the phone back.

Tang Mufan actually felt a little regretful, but luckily Milk then forwarded the video to the group of the four of them.

Both Xiaojiu and Baboon sent messages, and Tang Mufan clicked to save.

It's a pity that Jiang Qiao didn't sing.

He also really wanted to hear Jiang Qiao's voice. The voice of the single song and the voice bar are naturally different. The former is for everyone, but the voice message is the only one.

But he still went to the player and found 'Jiang Qiao's most complete single song list', and clicked to play.

He went to Weibo again, and 'Little Cute' didn't send him any more messages, and Jiang Qiao's Weibo account was not updated either.

Tang Mufan clicked on the private message, flipped through the records, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was an idiot, why did he say that, since Jiang Qiao was willing to treat him well, he just pretended to be stupid and accepted it.

After all the calculations, he didn't suffer.

After the exaggerated words were spoken, he ended up lying under the bed, listening to Milk chatting with Jiang Qiao.

Milk was really clueless, so he made a video call to Jiang Qiao directly.

"I look ugly without a filter."

Jiang Qiao chuckled a few times, and praised with dignity: "Don't belittle yourself, you will have no problem making a debut with your looks."

Milk's appearance is really good. From the fact that he dared to give himself milk-blonde curly hair so stubbornly, it can be known that such an exaggerated hair color cannot be controlled without any appearance.

Milk suddenly thought of something and got up from the bed.

"Brother Qiao, let me show you where we live, so that you can gain some knowledge about the poor."

The front camera switched to the rear camera. In the video, first there is a mottled and yellowed wall, and then there is a narrow single bed.

Jiang Qiaogang was still wondering why his position was so close to the ceiling, and only after seeing Milk getting off the bed did he realize that it was actually a bunk bed.

He'd never lived in a dormitory, but even student dormitories weren't this cramped.

Two beds for four people.A wardrobe is the kind of assembled iron frame covered with a layer of plastic sheeting. He once saw it in a film crew and thought it was a disposable item.In the middle of the room is an old wooden table. Daily necessities, speakers, pens, notebooks, etc., are almost full of the table, leaving a corner for a plate of dishes and a bowl of soup.

Instruments are placed in bags and hung on the wall, and other amplifiers, effects, etc. are placed in cardboard boxes.

A small room with almost no extra space makes people feel suffocated and out of breath.