Mr. Le will never stay away from the music world [entertainment]

It was not an easy task to snatch the microphone from Lesheng. Shen Yusheng and the guide had to wear out their mouths before letting Lesheng put down the microphone and sit on the sofa to rest for a while.

The two of them ordered seven or eight duet love songs in a row, regardless of whether their voices would be hoarse after singing, anyway, as long as they could shut up the music, it was better than anything else.

However, before the music was fully enjoyed, he sat down and drank a few sips of mineral water, then squeezed between the two of them and chorused the guide and Shen Yusheng.He, a person without a microphone, can actually make more noise than two people with microphones.

Roxy's ultrasonic waves are truly invincible.

Guide: "..."

Shen Yusheng: "..."

The two looked at each other, feeling that their ears were completely useless.

The guide turned to look at the producer and winked at him.The producer wasn't stupid either, he was about to toast him by pulling Le Sheng's arm.

"I don't drink." Le Sheng said shyly, pointing to his own throat, "I seldom touch things that are bad for my throat."

The producer was helpless, and felt that even if Lesheng didn't touch anything that was bad for his voice, his voice would not be much better.He is obviously a person who speaks very nicely, how can he kill people just by singing?

"Young Master, I beg you to have a drink!" The producer almost kowtowed to Le Sheng, trying to persuade him, "The filming of this scene is over, and you didn't have a drink with the crew, isn't it justified? ?”

"Are you looking down on our crew or something? Drinking a drink and pushing the other way, anyway, working together for so long, it's too chilling!" When the producer said this, he was no longer concerned about whether he could offend him. The music is gone, as long as the music can't be completely shut up, the guide can make him, the poor producer, unable to open his mouth again.

"No, no, no..." Le Sheng waved his hands again and again, "Look at what you said, I'll just drink it."

Le Sheng took a symbolic sip from the cup, then turned around and went forward to howl again: "I'm done drinking, then shall I... go on singing?"

Producers have a headache.The small sip that Le Sheng took was probably smaller than the raindrops falling from the sky.

"How can I just take a sip?" The producer waved his hand and pulled the entire crew around him to pour wine into the music.

Everyone took a cup to the left and a cup to the right, so that the music didn't even have a chance to take a breath.In the end, Le Sheng lowered his head and fell directly on the sofa.

The moment Le Sheng drank down, everyone in the private room wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

The guide put the microphone away, looked down at the music, and said, "Scream! I don't know how this kid's voice is so long. You should call his agent and send someone to pick him up. Don't wake up later clamoring to sing."

After hearing this, the producer immediately took out his mobile phone and called He Jinglin, the manager of Lesheng. He Jinglin arrived within 10 minutes after answering the call. She came in with the driver and had Lesheng carried away.

After getting in the car, Le Sheng has not woken up. He usually does not smoke or drink, and only drinks water to soak up fat seas. Even eating lump candy has to be a golden throat.I drank so much alcohol today, I guess I don't even have the energy to be drunk.

He Jinglin felt quite distressed when she saw Lesheng's appearance after drinking.

The car moved forward at a steady speed, and the music was still falling asleep drowsily.He Jinglin was about to ask the driver what time it was, but the people around her suddenly woke up with a grin on their lips.

"...Sister Jinglin." Lesheng pointed his index finger at He Jinglin, and said with a blurred gaze, "...Why are you here? Come to listen to my singing...isn't it? Let me give you a...rap, okay?"

Before she had time to feel sorry for the music for a few seconds, He Jinglin was taken aback by the music that suddenly sat up straight and spoke.She felt that her heart was wrong, and Lesheng still had the strength to play drunk.

He Jinglin slapped the finger off the music and sighed: "Is there something wrong with me? Come and listen to your singing! If I don't come again, the KTV guys will all die suddenly."

"Have you been infected by... the guide and Brother Shen? Why did you start saying that?" Le Sheng burped while talking, and the smell of alcohol on his breath smoked himself.He patted his chest to calm down, and began to touch his pants, "Where is my... mobile phone?"

"Here I am." He Jinglin stuffed the phone into Lesheng's hand, "Delete the Weibo story you recorded today! What are you singing about? You even sang with your arms around the actor's neck My friend, have you seen the expression of the film king? His face is green, and it's almost the same when you sing an enemy."

The music acted as if he didn't hear He Jinglin's words. He flipped through Weibo on his own, and finally "shush" to He Jinglin: "Don't talk, I want to record a good night song for... my fans..."

"..." He Jinglin reached out to snatch Lesheng's phone, "Your fans probably won't be able to see the sun the next day after you finish recording."

The two scrambled back and forth for the phone, and Lesheng accidentally clicked on the comment on his Weibo story.Because he was drunk, his eyes were wandering, and he stared at the screen for a long time before he could clearly see the comments made by fans.

@口上链听听乐宝宝歌: Cover my ears, I heard Le Bao's most beautiful singing voice!

@乐宝贝是心善贴: Ignore the singing, does Le Baobao’s beauty really exist?

@乐声铁费饭友: I want to be a microphone in Le Bao’s hands, so that Le Bao’s lips are so close to me.Lesheng, I love you, I love your singing voice, I love your face, I am willing to sing to me for the rest of my life.Le Sheng, marry me!I'm not afraid that my ears will rot, but I'm afraid that you are not the one who makes them rot!

@乐宝Please take a look at me: Le Bao's appearance is not human, but a fairy!God gave us Le Bao's unparalleled face, but took away Le Bao's singing voice.Don't be discouraged, baby, you still have us, we like to cover our ears and listen to you sing!

Le Sheng was happy after reading, and couldn't stop showing off to He Jinglin: "See? My fans are so cute... If you don't sing them good night, they will be sad."

He Jinglin clicked some scolding comments mixed in the middle: "Aren't all of them so cute?"

Le Sheng looked along the pointer, and the comments that caught his eyes made him sick to his stomach, and he almost threw up in the car.

@乐声Shut up today: Garbage, stop singing nonsense, I really want to sew your mouth shut!

It was that stinking fool who slandered him all day long.

"...This person must be hired by someone else to blackmail me." Le Sheng asked He Jinglin to read this comment with a full face of grievance, and the phone almost hit He Jinglin's face.

Although this comment was scolding Lesheng, He Jinglin felt that it was quite right.But she couldn't say what she wanted in her heart, so she reached out and patted Lesheng on the shoulder, and changed the subject: "You drank too much, you read it wrong."

Le Sheng pouted, feeling that He Jinglin was not qualified at all as a manager.His hands trembled angrily, and he clicked on his Weibo name for a long time before clicking on the right place.Directly edited the name and changed myself to a new Weibo name, from @爱唱歌的乐MR. to @乐MR. Never stay away from the music scene.

Lesheng was very satisfied with the new Weibo name, and then forwarded this black fan's message, hung up and scolded back, and finally pinned it to the top.

@乐先生 Never stay away from the music world: Instead of shutting up, I want to sing blindly!You brainless sailor sunspot, you are the one who hangs up today.Open your eyes and take a good look up at the Weibo name I changed. If you have the ability, really sew my mouth shut, otherwise you won’t be running around in my territory. //@乐声Have you shut up today: Garbage, stop jb singing, I really want to sew your mouth shut!

He Jinglin saw that Lesheng had edited a large string of text, glanced at it and asked, "What are you posting there? Let me see."

"...I'm hanging up people." Le Sheng flashed the phone to He Jinglin's eyes, "I've hung up on this low-level product. From now on, I will not let off any black fans who provoke me."

"If you dare to send it, don't let me let it go! Delete it for me quickly." He Jinglin was about to explode, and leaned over to compete with Lesheng for the phone again.

As a result, Lesheng opened the car window and threw it out the window, directly throwing the phone out.The moment the mobile phone landed, it was crushed by the car passing by behind.

...Your uncle!

He Jinglin didn't know what kind of bad luck she had suffered in her life to have such an ancestor.

Le Sheng laughed twice and patted He Jinglin on the shoulder: "No one...can stop me from hanging him, I will take care of him..."

After he finished his harsh words, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, completely unaware that his behavior just now had rushed to the top of Weibo's most searched list.