Chapter 38

Tian Yadong grimaced, while Meng Si gloated aside. He knew that Han Mo was behind him, and the artists he was optimistic about were not ordinary.

Meng Si also looked back at the opposite direction of the boy's finger.

People's eyes stayed on the empty wall for a moment and turned back to the direction of the stage.

Wang Zirong explained, "it was there just now. Where are the senior brothers? "

Meng Si was also stunned. Others didn't know that he knew. Han Mo was brought by him. Why was the time of a song gone.

No one knows that Han Mo left the performance hall when the three boys finished singing the last lyrics. The boys were too focused on the stage to find it. When he saw that the three boys had performed the song "love" perfectly, he was happy for them. It didn't matter whether anyone knew it was taught by him.

Hanmo sent Meng si a message telling Meng Si that he was waiting for him in his office.

As soon as he sat down on the sofa in the office, Meng Si's hurried footsteps passed through the air to the room.

"Why did you leave without saying a word? I also want to take the opportunity to beat the old man Tian Yadong in the face so that he can know that Tian Yadong is not a celebrity. He is at most a personal name in our sichen media." Meng Si's hands were on his hips, and his body swayed with the cadence of his tone.

Han Mo sat silent and watched him perform quietly.

"But you really impressed me. After less than an hour's training, the three little things changed a lot. They not only taught them to sing and dance, but also helped them make image positioning. Sunshine boys, you even helped the company choose the name of the group for them. It's really you. Oh, otherwise, my vision is unique ~ "at last, Meng Si drew an arc in the air with his index fingers and put a shape.

Han Mo didn't answer, but he wondered how Meng Si knew he did it. The vivid description seemed to have seen it with his own eyes, but Han Mo didn't think much.

A person's performance is always easy to get tired. Han Mo doesn't cooperate with Meng Si at all. He doesn't even have the interaction between his eyes and expression. Meng Si's mouth is dry and he sits on the sofa opposite Han mo.

Meng Si suddenly changed his painting style and asked seriously, "how's the song prepared? Do you have confidence?" At first, Meng Si just thought that Han Mo might have written the two songs "those flowers" and "where's dad going". After watching him guide three teenagers, Meng Si found that he still underestimated Han mo. this boy can't write songs. He's so handy.

Han Mo can handle it from the inside to the outside. At first, Meng Sisheng pulled Tian Yadong hard and begged Tian for his noble little face in order to help Han Mo in song selection and stage presentation. After all, he is a newcomer and doesn't understand many places. This is the first step of his debut. He must kick it away and kick it in place, but he didn't expect that he doesn't need other people's guidance at all, What, Tian Yadong can stand aside.

Meng Si looked at Han Mo with expectant eyes, hoping to get a positive answer.

Han Mo said two words lightly, "OK."

Meng Si thought Han Mo would confidently say there was no problem. As a result, he squeezed out such two words. He didn't drink the coffee and put it on the table. His anger was completely extinguished by Han Mo's answer. He said anxiously, "is it just ok? A total of ten games. Prepare according to the maximum number of games. Ten main hits plus two alternatives. How many songs have you prepared? " Meng Si regretted kicking Tian Yadong away so early. He should ask Han Mo about his preparation before kicking. He hated that he didn't suppress the fire at that time.

Han Mo didn't answer immediately and thought for a while.

This second pause was too hard for Mengsi. He was in a hurry. He picked up his coffee and took a sip. Yu Guang still looked at Han mo.

"Twelve." Han Mo's tone is still flat.

Meng Si's mouthful of coffee almost didn't come out, stuck in his throat and swallowed it after a while.

He coughed twice, pointed to Han Mo and said, "you're all ready. I asked you how you prepared. Why did you answer?"

Han Mo's face was indifferent. Meng Si looked at Han Mo and suddenly felt as if his brain was hard to use.

Meng Si coughed again. "Let's record the sample of the song to be sung in the first scene. Buckle the details. The first scene is very important."

Han Mo nodded. Meng Si was very professional, and Han Mo believed him.

It was originally said that it was only a sample of one song. As a result, Meng Si was so surprised by the song prepared by Han Mo that he had to pester him to sing all the twelve prepared songs before he let him go.

It was seven or eight o'clock in the evening when Han Mo left the building of sichen media.

The night was pleasant, the warm wind came, and against the hazy moonlight, Han Mo returned to his rented home alone.

The little guy is not at home. Han Mo feels that his home is much deserted. He suddenly misses Xuanxuan's playful and lovely figure. Han Mo picks up his mobile phone and dials Shuya.

The phone rang on the sofa. The little guy just took a bath and strolled around the living room in a rabbit ear bathrobe. When he heard the bell, he ran to the phone for the first time, because this time was the phone time agreed by her and her father.

Shuya also heard the bell and walked to the mobile phone with Xuanxuan almost at the same time. The little guy was small and ran to the sofa to pick up her mother's phone. Shuya stretched out her hand and held it empty. Before she could see the name on the caller ID, the mobile phone was taken away by the little guy. Shuya deliberately tooted her mouth and said, "Xuanxuan, this is my mother's phone."

"It's dad calling." The little guy held the cell phone tightly in his little hand, and then continued proudly, "however, if Mom misses dad, Xuanxuan can let mom talk first." Xuanxuan raised her cell phone and her small face blossomed happily.

Shuya took two steps to Xuanxuan, didn't answer the phone, but gently squeezed the little guy's face and whispered, "answer the phone quickly." Then he walked away and left a private chat time for Xuanxuan. In fact, Xuanxuan's voice was very loud every time. Shu Ya could hear it wherever she was.

The phone had been connected for a long time, and no one answered the phone. Han Mo was wondering. Suddenly, the little guy's soft, waxy voice came out through the microphone.

"Dad, Dad, have you finished the story you told last time?" The little guy's little face stuck tightly to the phone.

Needless to see, Han Mo can feel the excitement of the little guy. "It has been written, but the publishing and printing is not so fast. It may take two days to send it to you."

"Wow, my father is great." Xuanxuan was very happy. Her father had told her the story of Little Red Riding Hood and told him the truth. Although she had not seen the hand-painted version drawn by her father, the little guy was still very proud because she was the first of all the children to know the content of the story.

The little guy always said a lot in front of his father, and Han Mo couldn't help laughing in front of Xuanxuan. They talked for a long time before they hung up the phone.