After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Gu Jian and Muro are both working in the radio building. Muro is a pianist who came to record variety shows, and Gu Jian's late-stage dubbing artist for the program group. They have an irreconcilable relationship. They usually don't have the opportunity to meet each other, and occasionally have a private meeting. .

Just after punching out the card early in the morning, a beautifully packaged box appeared on Gu Jian's desk, with a snow-white message card attached——

"To Liszt."

Open the lid and there is a bottle of perfume inside. Gu Jian never uses perfume. Only men like Cheng Xijue who care about their own image will use perfume. Men like him who don't bother to cut their hair and don't even have a suit can't appreciate perfume. Charm.

You can't use perfume when you're pregnant, so Gu Jian pushed it into the drawer intact, and took it home after get off work to leave it alone.

The weekend is the final night of variety show recording. A dozen or so program guests have accumulated nearly a thousand hours of live material. Now the pressure is on post-production and editing, and the online version will be launched at the end of the month.

Because he is a newcomer, Gu Jian's main responsibility is to watch the programs dubbed by his colleagues and master the techniques of post-sounding. Muro performed well in the live broadcast, and the fans voted overwhelmingly. It seems that the final champion is bound to be won.

Colleagues in the radio station discussed in private, Muro took advantage of his looks, if he wasn't handsome, who would listen to Liszt live every day?

Muro's commercial value has risen rapidly with the broadcast of the show. A pianist and a pianist are two different things. Artists can participate in variety shows, endorse brands, have a wider career path, and make more money. Of course, the risks borne at the same time have increased.

On the weekend night, the top management left all the employees on standby. Tonight is very important. Tens of millions of viewers watch the show online. If anything goes wrong, it will be a catastrophe. No one can bear such a heavy responsibility.

Gu Jian leaned back on the office chair and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the end of the live broadcast to send a message to congratulate Muro on winning the championship.

The colleagues at the next station were watching the live broadcast in the upstairs studio. The host's high-spirited voice was loud and clear, introducing the guests one by one, and Murro's fans cheered the loudest. Tonight has already been a victory.

Gu Jian spread his legs lazily on the edge of the table, listening to each other. The white jeans highlighted the slender and straight lines of the legs, and the dark sweater was loose and casual, just enough to cover the round belly.

If he didn't take the initiative to mention it, no one would be able to see that he had a child in his stomach, and being a father and mother was not decent, but he looked young and clean like a clean college student.

After listening to the live broadcast of the first half, Gu Jian got up and went home to sleep. Muro was far ahead in the number of votes, and the second half would be over quickly by playing another song, so there was no need to waste time.

The door of the office slammed, and someone pushed it open from the outside. A red-faced security guard stood there, and asked anxiously, "Has Muro been here before?!"

Several colleagues were taken aback, Qiqi shook his head and said no.

The security guard didn't have time to explain the situation, so he ran to the next door.

Director Qian warned, Wan told not to make any mistakes, but there was still a big mistake at the critical moment. A talk show actor was invited at halftime, and several guests returned to the lounge to rectify. They waited for the final time in 10 minutes. Unexpectedly In such a short time, Muro disappeared without a trace.

The agent was about to blow up Muro's phone calls, and no one answered them. The radio station immediately dispatched all the studio employees to ask in the building one by one if they had seen Muro.

The surveillance footage inside the building shows that Murro came back from the studio. He was a little tired from the non-stop games. He put on ice gloves that can quickly calm down the nerves of his fingers and wrists. He lay down in the private lounge to refresh himself. Coffee, a few words of comfort, opened the door and walked out.After a few minutes, someone pushed open the door, but did not enter the surveillance range. Muro raised his head in confusion. The next second, he had a very strange expression on his face, surprise, sullenness, and fear in his eyes. It seemed that he saw someone who would never appear here.

The voice of the person coming from the screen was indistinct, and Muro stood up and strode out of the lounge, his steps were quick and firm, aggressively wanting to solve the problem, or solve the person.

Next to the lounge is a hidden staircase that leads directly to the underground parking lot. There is no surveillance system installed, so it is impossible to know whether Muro has left this road.

Gu Jian’s colleague was still watching the studio on his mobile phone. The host had a solid mentality and interacted with the audience as if nothing had happened, but the audience couldn’t wait for Muro to appear, and the bullet screen was overwhelmingly shouting Muro’s name.

The program group has never had such a big event since its establishment. It is equivalent to inviting more than 1000 million people to eat at home. Everyone came and waited happily for the meal, but found that the cook ran away on the spot.

The viewers don't care about the temporary situation, they only care about being let go. The anger of thousands of people can drown the radio station, and whether the show will have a next season is a question.

Gu Jian took off the jacket he was wearing, put it on the back of the chair, leaned over with one hand on the table, and stared at the indiscriminate bombardment on his colleague's mobile phone.

He usually doesn't talk to people very much, but for the first time when he was so close, his sister, a colleague, didn't dare to look directly at his face, she glanced at him secretly and sighed: "Hey, Muro has been on the trending list for playing big names, and there is a big mess here , Fans who voted are asking for their money back..."

Gu Jian focused on scanning the barrage, and asked softly, "Is the impact serious?"

"It's serious. This is an unprecedented disaster. Muro won't be able to receive any resources in the future, and he will have to pay a lot of liquidated damages." The colleague's sister sighed.

To put it lightly, Muro can't get along in the entertainment industry. Even if he returns to his old profession to play the piano, it will be a melee of public opinion wherever he goes. In the future, no one cares whether his piano skills are superb. The discussion is all about this live accident.

This is the most fatal blow to a pianist.

Gu Jian stood up, casually twirled the hair rope on the colleague's desk, gathered up the messy half-length black hair, put her fingers through the rubber band and tied it casually behind her head, turned and walked out.

In the chaotic studio, on the bright and spacious stage, the host could barely maintain a smile, his makeup was covered in cold sweat, and he described himself as miserable.

Muro is the finale of the show tonight, and the other guests have already left. It is too difficult to invite temporary rescuers. To satisfy high popularity and big surprises, those who can come immediately in Qiantang local area will let the live broadcast audience instantly Forgetting the unhappiness of tonight is harder than winning the lottery.

After the director hung up the phone, he signaled the host to drag on for a while, then turned his head angrily, a thin man suddenly walked out from the shadow of the light, with his hands in the pockets of his sweater, his thin eyes were cold and sharp, and he asked casually. ——

"Can I try?"

The director knew him, because since the first day Gu Jian entered the radio station, people around him often talked about the ridiculously handsome man in the later stage. Is it?"

Gu Jian nodded, "A little bit."

The director felt bitter, so he knew how to do it. With his face, the audience wouldn't have the heart to scold him too hard, "Go and pick an instrument and play it right away, okay?"

Gu Jian said softly, "I can only play for 8 minutes at most, you should find Muro as soon as possible."

The director was surprised, "Why can only play for 8 minutes?"

"It's time for me to get off work, I don't work overtime."

After Gu Jian finished speaking in a calm voice, the director left behind with a dull expression, and went to pick out the guitar in a calm manner.

After the host announced the curtain, he walked off the stage in a hurry as if he was about to receive an amnesty. The stage lights as bright as day came from all directions, and even a few eyelashes could be seen clearly under the high-definition lens of the photography team.

Gu Jian came to the stage with the guitar on one shoulder, and sat on the piano bench with his long legs wide open, looking up at the dark camera, and Xiu Baixiu's narrow fingers plucked the strings at the same time.

The barrage that was so noisy just now disappeared in an instant. Everyone is a decent person. It's definitely not because he looks good, but because his art-appreciating cells have been revived.

A few short syllables are familiar. It is a very unpopular song in Jiang Lie's album. The sharp-eyed people on the barrage quickly saw that because his hands were shaking, he played several wrong notes.

Everyone joked: "Babe, don't be nervous, we won't blame you if you don't play well."

The audience is very tolerant of looks like Gu Jian, as long as he doesn't have a broken voice, everyone can accept how he sings.

Meanwhile Frey & Co.

At night, the office on the top floor was brightly lit. Cheng Xijue was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in one hand, looking down at the documents absently.

Devoting himself to tedious work, non-stop video conferences, and listening to endless reports have always been his way to temporarily withdraw from his emotions during this period, but recently this method has failed.

The more he restrained himself from thinking about Gu Jian, the more he couldn't control his mind. He listened to an important discussion during the meeting today, and his mind wandered a few times during the meeting, and he completely forgot what he was talking about.

Cheng Xijue is a person who is proficient in delaying gratification, with strong patience and restraint, but when it comes to Gu Jian, he lost his original patience and was eager to find Gu Jian immediately from the vast crowd, not wanting to wait for a second.

There was a knock on the door, and Cheng Xijue stretched out his hand to ring the bell on the table. The secretary hurried in with a mobile phone in his hand, and said excitedly, "Mr. Cheng, we found Director Gu!"

Cheng Xijue snatched the phone, the bullet screen was overwhelming, the half-covered face in the lines was thinking day and night, and he could recognize Gu Jian by the curvy hair.

The station logo in the upper corner is Qiantang City Radio Station. Gu Jian is singing with his guitar in his arms. Although he seems to have no emotion in singing due to nervousness, his voice is clean and melodious. The hidden clumsiness, finally presenting a barrage full of jumping up and down: nice to hear.

Cheng Xijue had never heard him sing before, but he never expected his ex-wife to sing so amazingly, completely forgetting that he has always disliked people in the entertainment circle.

Gu Jian made his debut in order to earn milk powder money for his children?

Cheng Xijue didn't lift his head, but focused on the screen.

After the song was over, the fans frantically greeted everyone on the barrage: "This is Jiang Lie's song, if you like it, you must listen to the original song!"

Under the strong light, Gu Jian narrowed his eyes, scanned the dazzling bullet screen on the big screen, leaned back on the back of the chair, stepped on the pedal with one long leg, and supported the other loosely on the ground, and said lazily: "I am the original singer."

Fans who didn't know the truth thought he was pretending to be forceful, and those who understood had already been enlightened. Jiang Lie never said that he was an original, and the name of the lyrics and composition columns were all Bane.

Many people have searched for this name out of curiosity, and watched Bane’s early videos on station D. It’s hard to imagine an account that hasn’t been logged in for ten years. The last post has now become a message board. Those fans who used to like Bane often share their lives below, Looking forward to one day this talented musician can return to the Internet.

After so many years, many people love him and wait for him, but they never expected to meet him on such an occasion.

Like a thunderclap on the ground, the whole screen is crazily swiping Bane's name and you are finally back, so that the major accident of Muro's sudden disappearance is forgotten.

Gu Jian folded his hands and tried his best to restrain his trembling fingers. In the bright lens, there was a thin layer of cold sweat on his face, like a soft light, making his skin delicate and moist. He hissed and smiled, and said slowly: " Long time no see, I'm Bane."

Cheng Xijue stared at one screen, his jaw tensed to the point of pantothenic acid, the four simple letters of Bane became unfamiliar, jumped out of the screen, and magnified infinitely in front of his eyes.

The Bane Muro was chasing turned out to be Gu Jian.