When an old pervert marries a young workman

Chapter 14

Shen Lingxuan's residence is only three kilometers away from Qin's house, and Qin Xiangyuan bought the extremely expensive small villa next to the business district at the beginning, in order to celebrate Shen Lingxuan's first single hit.

Qin Xiangyuan, who was still a playboy back then, was more generous in spending money for his lover than he is now.

Shen Lingxuan sneered, and stroked the keys with her slender fingers, pressing out a series of clear arpeggios.

No one has lived here for a long time, and I just cleaned it up in a hurry, and I haven't had time to buy new daily necessities.

Fortunately, Shen Lingxuan didn't need any daily necessities, he just lived here temporarily and finished his work peacefully.

Lin Tianqing called him today and talked about Su Yao.

Shen Lingxuan didn't like Su Yao, but she didn't hate him too much.That kid from high school didn't seem to have any scheming, it was because of his luck that he caught Qin Xiangyuan's eyes, and he was spoiled lawlessly.

But he didn't want to sing with Su Yao, and he didn't allow his work to be tarnished by a country bumpkin who had just started to learn notation.

That little star doesn't understand music at all, and he doesn't deserve to sing his songs at all.

He couldn't refuse the job arranged by the company, and he couldn't express that he didn't want Su Yao to sing his song, so he could only find Lu Yue through Lin Tianqing.

Could that grumpy old bacon be able to stand his chance being snatched away by a brat who only got hot by climbing into the bed of the patron?

Shen Lingxuan poured herself a cup of warm water, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows quietly admiring the beautiful scenery outside the window.

He didn't hate Su Yao, not even hate him.

Who would hate a good-looking little fool?

It's just that Su Yao is not worthy, not worthy of his song, nor worthy of being compared with him.

The first audition is coming up soon.

Qin Xiangyuan was in a hurry for a meeting and asked the driver to take Su Yao to the recording studio.

Su Yao was a little disappointed, she lowered her head angrily and said nothing.

He was like a grade school student who went to collect his report card after the final exam. Although he was nervous and scared, he still hoped that someone would attend his parent-teacher meeting.In this way, the teacher will not scold him too hard.

But Qin Xiangyuan is not his parent, and he can't have the cheek to ask Qin Xiangyuan to accompany him to the recording studio.

But he was really afraid of Shen Lingxuan, just like he was afraid of all the class teachers since he was a child, he always felt that the other party didn't like him.

Qin Xiangyuan was still a little worried while walking towards the conference room, so he took the time to call Su Yao.

Su Yao looked at the three words "Old Pervert" on the caller ID, angrily connected the phone with force, and shouted in a rough voice, "Hello?"

Qin Xiangyuan paused for two seconds, and asked blankly, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Su Yao returned to normal with a guilty conscience: "It's nothing, I'm almost at the recording studio."

Qin Xiangyuan said, "Why are you panicking?"

Su Yao hurriedly yelled: "Who is panicking?"

Qin Xiangyuan said: "Shen Lingxuan doesn't eat people, so don't shiver. I'll send someone to pick you up at night."

Su Yao subconsciously asked, "What about you?"

Qin Xiangyuan said: "I'm flying out of town, and I won't be going home tonight."

Su Yao lowered his head in a bad mood: "Oh."

Qin Xiangyuan saw that the conference room was in front of him, and said, "Hang up first, and contact Zhou Li when you get home, and ask him to arrange a car for you."

Su Yao hung up the phone angrily.

he is very angry.

I don't know why, but recently he is very easy to get angry and sad.

He liked hanging on Qin Xiangyuan more and more, letting the old man's strong arms hug him vigorously, so that he felt safe and comfortable.

Su Yao nestled in the back seat of the car in fear, thinking foolishly, he wouldn't really fall in love with Qin Xiangyuan, would he? ? ?

That, cold, psychotic control freak?

No no no no no!

Absolutely not!

Su Yao wailed and hugged her little head, forgetting even the nervousness of going to see Shen Lingxuan.

Which of the little pets who fell in love with the gold master will end well?

No, no!

He wouldn't like that old pervert!

Who would like an old bastard who forces you to do homework every day!

The more Su Yao thought about it, the more anxious she became, her little face flushed with shame.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't dare to guess Qin Xiangyuan's heart.

Qin Xiangyuan is already 35 years old, but he has only been with this old man for a few months.What can he understand?

He knew nothing and dared not ask for anything.

Su Yao hugged his knees and muttered softly: "I don't like him at all."

The driver said, "Mr. Shen's recording studio is here."

Su Yao jumped up as if waking up from a dream, pushed the door and rushed out of the car with a blushing face.

Shen Lingxuan has his own recording studio.

He is the king of the music scene and the signature cash cow of Qin Xiangyuan's company. He deserves the best of everything.

Su Yao took a deep breath nervously, looked down at the lyrics while humming softly, and walked into Shen Lingxuan's territory.

Cats have a strong sense of territory. In territories that do not belong to them, they will feel very anxious and panic.

What made him panic even more was that the excrement shovel officer was not around, and no one told him what to do.

He used to live in embarrassment, and was raised in a greenhouse to take good care of him.But now, he still has to face the unfamiliar wind and rain alone, and sing a song with a love rival who already hates him.

The lights in the recording studio were dim, and Shen Lingxuan was wearing a simple silk shirt and beige trousers, sitting in front of the mixer and humming with her eyes closed.

Seeing Su Yao, his assistants glanced over strangely.

Those unfriendly eyes made Su Yao panic and almost rushed out of the door.

Shen Lingxuan opened her eyes, and glanced at Su Yao lightly: "Boss Qin asked you to come here by yourself?"

Su Yao raised her head stubbornly: "Boss Qin is not my guardian."

Shen Lingxuan turned a blind eye to his weak defense that he was about to cry, and said casually: "Go into the recording studio and sing a section, I will listen to your voice."

Shen Lingxuan's attitude was not severe, and her light eyes didn't even fall on Su Yao much.

This condescending attitude of turning a blind eye accurately pierced into the fragile self-esteem of the second-stage teenagers.

Su Yao took a deep breath and entered the recording studio with unspeakable grievances.

The recording studio was very quiet, all the instruments were quietly dormant in the dark, and the people outside the glass walls seemed to be isolated in another world.

Su Yao calmed down slowly, and frantically took off the headset with her thin white fingers, and put it on her head awkwardly.

Shen Lingxuan rubbed the center of her eyebrows, and said casually, "Start."

The first draft of the accompaniment was a bit rough, just a simple flute and a light beat.

The melodious sound of the flute lingered in my ears, like the clear rain in the distant mountains, and the flowers like snow, rustling and floating on the slightly wet hair, reminding Su Yao of the setting in the fairy world of Hate Yuan Palace.

He slowly adjusted his breathing according to the rhythm of the music, and after the sound of the flute gradually faded away, he said softly, "Whose face will the wind hold in the clouds... If you see, the smoke from the flying snow at the end of the world..."

The young man's voice was untainted, ethereal and clear, and his lack of training made his vocal cords tense, and the electric current brought out some subtle vibrato.

But this is beautiful, all these shortcomings and unprofessional performance are another kind of mixed and natural beauty.

Shen Lingxuan's gaze gradually changed, from condescending and casual to an inquiring light.

Su Yao was too nervous, too nervous to open her eyes to look into other people's eyes, she just sang softly: "One step away, one dream envy, one glance at the sea..."

He is not a professional singer, he only took three months of vocal music lessons and one week of intensive training, he...he still can't learn to control his voice like he controls his fingers.

The chorus part of "Smoke" was in a very high pitch, and as soon as he was about to sing that part, Su Yao was so nervous that his voice began to stiffen again.

But he can't...he can't show his timidity...he can't show his half-baked level in front of Shen Lingxuan.

It’s okay for other people, even the scene of a car accident at a fan meeting.

But he didn't want Shen Lingxuan to see him singing broken notes in a panic.

Shen Lingxuan's indifferent and gentle tone was full of contempt for him, and there was condescending disdain in his casual eyes.

This person didn't even regard him as a love rival or competitor, but Qin Xiangyuan was just a little pet who could be kicked away at any time.

Su Yao held back the tears in her eyes.

He is not!

He is not a plaything or an ant, Qin Xiangyuan spoils him, spoils him to death, that old pervert has never spoiled anyone like he spoiled him.

Even if Shen Lingxuan came back, even if the plot developed to the stage where the hateful first love Bai Yueguang appeared, he would not let Bai Yueguang mock and pity him!

He Su Yao!

Country grown!

Fighting since childhood!

spleen!gas!special!Don't!fierce!

Meow! ! ! ! ! !

Su Yao held back those two tears of grievance that would greatly reduce his lethality, and roared out the refrain full of resentment: "Even if the picturesque mountains are gone, and this feeling does not turn back, who will see how many starry nights are in a hurry at the end of the world?" world!"

Shen Lingxuan's assistant showed a shocked expression.

There is no broken sound, no out of tune, and the breath is stable.

Su Yao sang hysterically, like the despair and mourning of a young man after his dream was broken, and the grandeur and sadness of fighting again with a sword in his arms.Although it does not match the desolate and vicissitudes of life when Shen Lingxuan composed the music, it has a shocking power that makes the nose sore and the hairs stand on end.

Shen Lingxuan closed her eyes and listened quietly.

Su Yao is still singing, each sentence is higher and more touching, "I kiss Ronghua for thousands of years, the ice and snow turn into a red moon, cross again, life and death, a lifetime of calamity..."

The interlude flowed faintly, and Su Yao, who exerted too much force, covered his throat in pain and coughed lightly.

He really pronounced it too harshly, and his vocal cords tingled uncomfortably.

The interlude passed quickly, Su Yao took a deep breath, and began to sing softly: "Floating smoke..."

Shen Lingxuan said suddenly: "It's ok, come here."

Both the assistant and Su Yao looked at a loss.

Shen Lingxuan called his assistant: "Xiao Zhao, go make a cup of fat sea for Su Yao, his throat is hurt."

Su Yao came out of the recording studio with the lyrics in her arms at a loss, and looked at Shen Lingxuan vigilantly with her ears up.

Shen Lingxuan said lightly: "Go back to rest after drinking water, pay attention to the strength of the practice so as not to hurt your throat, and come back to record in ten days."

Without the imaginary tension, Su Yao successfully got the excellent report card of the final exam and went downstairs to go home.

As soon as Su Yao opened the car door and got in, she was pulled into her arms by a strong force.

An old pervert with a dusty face, buried his head in the kitten's neck and took a deep breath of milk fragrance, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How's it going?"