Master Jin is as sweet as honey

Although Zheng Jian is usually too lazy to go to work, he is more active than anyone else when it comes to something he is interested in.

Never before, when Bai Shuning ran home, Zheng Jian was already sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him.

"You're back, why is it so late?" Zheng Jian threw away the ipad, and ran up to Bai Shuning with bare feet, "What are you going to eat next? Hurry up and go to the recording studio after eating. I'll make an appointment for you." gone."

Bai Shuning was slightly taken aback: "I'll do it after I take a shower."

Two days have passed since Zheng Jian said he was going to record a small single for himself. Bai Shuning thought he was just joking, but he didn't expect to be serious.

Zheng Jian has been very busy these two days, and it's not for nothing that he hangs out with friends and foxes on weekdays.With a little thought, I went through the people I knew. This young master’s family sells department stores, that young master’s family makes clothing, that so-and-so’s family does catering, by the way, there is another family who just happens to have a family. Record company.

As a record company at home, how can there be no recording studio, even if there is no recording studio, there are familiar partners.

Zheng Jian specially set up a bureau, called a group of friends, and seemingly casually mentioned to the young master that he wanted to take someone to his house to record a song.

The young master of the record company smiled and waved his hands: "Why are you discussing this kind of trivial matter with me? You look down on me, don't you? Don't mention one song, I will record ten of them for you. Tomorrow, just tomorrow, you early in the morning Take someone there, and I'll greet you." He took out his mobile phone and settled the matter on the spot.

Zheng Jian was so happy that he didn't dare to drink too much at night.In the morning, more than a dozen alarm clocks were set, and they rang from seven o'clock to eight o'clock before reluctantly getting out of bed.When it was separated from the quilt, it was still reluctant to roll in it twice.

In the end, I went to the living room to see that Bai Shuning was not at home!

After thinking about it, he recalled that a long time ago, Bai Shuning would wake him up for breakfast at nine o'clock.It seemed that he was going to buy ingredients for breakfast.

Staggered on the sofa and read Jin Zhuwen for a while, Zheng Jian complained that the gold master in the article was so generous, he gave away a house and a car at every turn, why didn’t he send the company out of business, and learned other things that are more simple and don’t cost money Too many ways of nurturing.

To be honest, Zheng Jian really doesn't understand why there are so many undescribable plots appearing because he just wants to read an insane article.Seven times a night is a small case, which is simply unscientific and contrary to common sense. Does the donor in the article eat gold every day?

While complaining happily, Bai Shuning in sports attire came back.

Zheng Jian usually gets up late, and has never seen him dressed like this. At first glance, his eyes light up. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an idol, but he is a powerful one.

When he told Bai Shuning that he was going to record for a while, Zheng Jianming saw a flash of surprise in his eyes.

What's the matter, you thought I was joking?

Zheng Jian was secretly proud in his heart, his patron was not just a display, but the ability to support him.Not to mention thawing the ten-year-old Popsicle Bai Shuning, even if he is allowed to climb back to the top of the music scene, it can be done with a little effort.

Bai Shuning took a shower very quickly, and probably came out to make breakfast after a quick shower.

Zheng Jian was lying on the sofa, stretching his neck to see the busy back in the kitchen.As a full-time nanny, Bai Shuning is definitely the most dedicated one.

There was a dry towel on his head, and his hair, which was neither long nor short, was wet, and the dry towel was quickly soaked, and there were several water spots on the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing.

Zheng Jian searched in his mind, and in his impression, Bai Shuning's clothes were very simple, with shirts and T-shirts on his upper body, jeans and slacks on his lower body, and trousers were rarely worn, and he wore them a few times.Every time the dress is simple and clean, it will not attract too much attention, but it will not make people feel nondescript.Probably because of my good figure, I don't choose clothes.

There is nothing wrong with wearing it like this in daily life. I also wear it like this in the announcement. Is it too plain?

Zheng Jian hadn't had time to ask Bai Shuning what clothes he wore to record "Four Famous Talkers" that day, when he was distracted by the freshly baked scallion omelette.

Breakfast was quickly settled, and Zheng Jian took advantage of Bai Shuning's washing time to drive the Land Rover to the door of his house, ready to go.

Bai Shuning got in the car, and Zheng Jian gave him the single that he had chosen and wanted to record.

With just one glance, Bai Shuning knew which song it was.Every syllable and every line of lyrics is like a tape stuffed into the player, and it is played smoothly and unimpeded.

Opening his eyes, Bai Shuning asked, "Just tell me which song to record now, so you're not afraid that I've forgotten it?"

Zheng Jian, who was driving, looked ahead and said confidently to him: "Hiding the notebook under the pillow means that you will read it every day, how can you forget it."

Bai Shuning was a little moved: "Thank you."

Zheng Jian pretended to be deep: "Thank you, I am your benefactor."

Bai Shuning was very amused, and said to his liking: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

"Really?" The three words immediately failed, and Zheng Jian, who was overjoyed, quickly turned his head to look at Bai Shuning, remembering that he was driving, and only scanned the other side's face, and quickly straightened his head, holding the steering wheel with both hands Standing straight, "Then I have to study it carefully and tell you after you finish recording."

Bai Shuning let out a "hmm".

Zheng Jian has gotten used to his sometimes taciturnity. When driving bored, he would ask casually, "Do you run every morning?"

"Yes."

Zheng Jian guessed: "Exercising? Keeping fit?"

Bai Shuning shook his head: "Exercise your lung capacity."

Singing and lung capacity are inseparable. Zheng Jian knew the reason when he heard his answer. While waiting for the red light, he patted Bai Shuning on the shoulder, imitating his father's tone, and praised: " Opportunities are for those who are prepared."

No matter how you look at it, the cynical second generation ancestor doesn't fit this sentence.Bai Shuning couldn't hold back, and blurted out: "The tone of these words is like my grandfather's."

Last time he wanted to say that Zheng Jian was here, but the relationship at that time was different from what it is now, and it seemed to be the same. After the KTV incident, the two of them became more familiar and less estranged.

"What the hell!" Zheng Jian was furious, and once again uttered the all-powerful golden sentence, "I am the benefactor, you can say something nonsense again, be careful...be careful I will spank your ass!"

Hearing this, Bai Shuning subconsciously looked at his palm, then at Zheng Jian's ass.

"What are you looking at!" Zheng Jian became furious, "There is also an inexplicable attraction between my palm and your butt!"

He was answered by a long series of unstoppable laughter.

Zheng Jian sullenly protested: "Laughing fart, if you have it, don't let me have it!"

Bai Shuning smiled and rolled his eyes: "Xu, Xu."