Chapter 118: Did you give cp powder any sugar today? (17-18)

At this moment, she looked like a delicate and delicate doll.

The man's heart was filled with throbbing that he wanted to take good care of.

He thought, and couldn't help stepping forward, coming to sit next to the little guy.

He leaned against the sofa, slender arms casually placed on the back of the sofa, smiling slightly, staring at her quietly.

Unwilling to wake her up, but inexplicably hope that time will stop like this, stop at this moment.

Unfortunately, this beauty was finally broken abruptly.

Si Fan's mobile phone vibrated, and it was abruptly abruptly in the silent recording studio.

"hiss……"

The man couldn't help squinting his eyes in annoyance, and took out his phone with an annoyed look to connect.

On the other side of the phone, Hao Le Yangguang’s vigorous voice came: "Brother Fan, the program group said it is ready, come and ask us when we want to officially release it!"

"..."

The man thought for a while, and said lightly, "It's evening."

After speaking, he directly hung up the phone.

It's a pity that Xiang Xing was awakened long ago, yawning, rubbing his wet eyes in confusion.

Seeing her sleeplessly, Si Fan gradually softened his eyes.

He sighed slightly, raised his hand, and gently wiped away the shallow tears that yawned out of her eyes.

"I'll be practicing here today, you can go back soon."

"okay……"

Xiang Xing also felt particularly sleepy today inexplicably, so he answered vaguely, stood up in a daze, and walked out while yawning.

Seeing the shaky little figure from his back, Si Fan suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He thought for a while, and finally got up, and grabbed the little guy again.

"I will send you back."

The man couldn't help but took Xiang Xing into his arms and stuffed the thermos cup and cake into her hands.

So half-armed and half-supported out of the recording studio, took her directly to the underground parking lot.

The two walked to a closed iron gate.

Si Fan took out something that looked like a car key from his pocket and pressed it towards the iron gate.

With a beep, the iron gate in front of him shook dullly and slowly rose.

An inconspicuous silver-gray private car appeared in front of the two.

"Well……"

Xiang Xing briefly sucked his little nose, raised his soft eyes suspiciously, and looked at the man.

Just as he was about to ask, the man said nothing, put her in the car and fastened his seat belt carefully.

Afterwards, he sat in the driving seat, picked up a box on the co-pilot, and disguised himself skillfully.

"..."

Xiang Xing tilted his head and watched quietly.

I probably understood it in my heart.

He is going to take her back personally.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but sneered and laughed, his heart getting warmer.

Forty minutes later, the car drove to the side entrance of Jianghai Conservatory of Music.

Before getting out of the car, Si Fan paused, and suddenly said, "Don't leave the school gate after this evening. I will pick you up next time, do you know?"

"Well, good."

Xiang Xing smiled softly and nodded obediently.

Although I don't know why.

But listen to him, it's always right.

...

However, it didn't take long before Xiang Xing knew why.

Because on Weibo, the program group of "Song Touching Heart" finally unraveled the silhouette and released a complete lineup of the last group of guests.

Seeing the extremely sweet and lovely girl standing back to back with Si Fan, the whole network was shocked...

Who is this?

Wait, she looks a bit like a famous internet celebrity...

Soon, various information about Xiang Xing appeared in the comment area under the program group's Weibo.

At first glance, she was really just a cover-song celebrity on the small video platform, fancy frying pan in the comment area.

[The internet celebrity is okay... How about the good partner is a "strength rookie singer"? Are Internet celebrities in the circle? ]

[One said, she is so cute... Ah, what if I eat this face? ]

[Upstairs, we are singing and performing a variety show, what can Yan do? ]

[How can you talk like this! Our star sings very well! And they are dual-line singers, are you? Are you the kid selected by Fan Fan? ? ]

The excited fan also directly posted several links, all of which are Xiang Xing’s most popular cover videos on the small video platform.

However, it has not changed the opinion of the people who eat melons.

[Oh, sound card fighter. ]

[Harm, this repair sound makes my head hurt. ]

[Where does the courage come from to participate in the show? What to do if you go on stage, you will lose fans, little sister. ]

After a bit of ridicule, Xiang Xing's fans were not OK in an instant.

Xiang Xing at the back of the screen felt... as if everyone was right.

On the three-character classic, it was indeed after adjusting the cover of the original lady's sister, before sending it out.

Sometimes she herself is not too embarrassed to listen.

Thinking about it, the little guy sighed quietly.

The next second, the WeChat message popped out with a ding dong.

[Si Fan]: Don't read Weibo, it's better to practice singing seriously if you have time.

...

[Xiang Xing]: Why do you know again? #狗头

[Si Fan]: You go up and down so many times on Weibo, it's hard for me not to know.

[Si Fan]: Obedient, offline.

...

Xiang Xing tilted his head, and made up for what Si Fan looked like when he said this sentence.

Suddenly, the back became a bit cold again.

I had to puff my face and type silently.

[Xiang Xing]: Hao Ba.

She thought about it and added another sentence.

[Xiang Xing]: Actually, I won't be affected, I'm all used to it.

Finally, I added another emoticon with a duck head and chest tall, wings more than Thumbing.

"..."

Seeing the long list of seemingly indifferent, but in fact faintly sad words, the man paused slightly and squeezed the phone tightly.

"Hao Le, look up how those black materials came from."

He spoke calmly, his tone slightly cold.

"OK."

Hao Le took out the laptop instantly and tapped on the keyboard.

After a while, he raised his head and explained earnestly, "Brother Fan, except for some brainless blacks, the others seem to have been deliberately fired by the Sanzijing. The purpose of their company is to have both red and black traffic."

As he said, he seemed to remember something, and sighed self-reproachfully, "Sorry, Brother Fan, because we didn't investigate the background of Miss Xiang Xing, this kind of omission happened..."

"I decide people, it has nothing to do with you."

Si Fan interrupted his words.

He constricted his eyes like thick ink, groaned, and suddenly raised his hand and waved it lightly, "You continue to connect with the program team, I will deal with this matter."

"……OK."

Hao Le exited the office silently.

The man took a deep breath and returned his eyes to the chaotic comment area.

After thinking for a while, his slender fingertips lightly swiped a few times on the screen.

...

After half an hour.

Weibo collapsed.

The last time he posted a blog was more than half a year ago, and he posted only a copywriter to promote a new song, Si Fan, he actually posted a Weibo!

The fans instantly killed them with their heads full of question marks, to find out.