Chapter 69

Meng Si is really relieved of Han Mo, and the meaning of the TV station is also very clear. Han Mo is the main favorite this season. There is no special situation. The champion of this season has not run away. In fact, without the hint of the TV station, Meng Si is also very confident in Han mo.

"As long as we keep it steady, there is no suspense behind. The TV station will step up its publicity for you." After that, Meng Si found out the sample of the promotional film sent by the TV station. The first shot was Han Mo, followed by several other singers. The posters of the last singers were connected side by side, and Han Mo was also in the center.

Meng Si continued, "don't underestimate the ranking during publicity. This is the hint of the TV station." He crossed his legs with some complacency, "but our little mo doesn't need such a hint. We all speak with strength."

Han Mo doesn't want to answer at all. Every time Meng Si calls Xiao Mo, Han Mo's scalp is numb and doesn't want to say a word.

"Get out of the way. Don't you know who I am? Do I have to make an appointment here? Go away. "

It's very noisy outside. The whole floor is Meng Si's office area. There is no one except the little assistant who works outside. People outside don't have to think about finding Meng Si.

Meng Si's expression changed instantly. Two carefully tattooed eyebrows twisted together. This is his company. Others dare to be so presumptuous. Meng Si suddenly stood up and put his hands on his hips. "Who is this, living wrinkling?"

Han Mo didn't stand up, but he also looked in the direction of the door. Two staff members were still blocking at the door. They also did things according to the regulations.

The woman's voice grew louder and louder. "Ask Meng Si if I need an appointment."

Hearing the voice, Meng Si twitched his eyes slightly, took his hands away from his waist and put them around his chest.

Suddenly, the woman rushed into the office.

The two staff members quickly whispered in the direction of Meng Si, "President Meng, we can't stop her."

The woman's fierce image suddenly clubbed at the door and took two steps forward.

Han Mo was surprised. This man he knew often appeared in the memory of the original owner.

The little assistant was obviously stunned in his eyes, stepped back two steps, smiled and whispered Hello, "master Peng..." although he smiled, he could see his fear of the woman.

The two staff members didn't understand the situation and didn't know Peng Ye. They stood at the door foolishly. The little assistant quickly signaled that they could go out.

"Oh, yes, Meng Si. Now I need to make an appointment in advance if I want to find you?" Peng ye and Meng Si are about the same age. They are about 40 years old. They are tall and thin. They wear a small black suit, step on black high-heeled shoes, comb their short hair, and stride straight to Meng Si's desk. They pull the swivel chair next to Han Mo out and sit down.

Master Peng looked at Han Mo, and there was a meaningful look in his eyes. Han Mo also looked at her and didn't speak.

Meng Sihuan slowly put down his hand on his chest and coughed twice. "Of course, you have to make an appointment when you see me." He still kept his tough tone, but his momentum was much weaker. Meng Si said and sat down.

Master Peng sneered, "I haven't seen you for such a long time. You're still so gloomy. Oh, your bib is good. " She pointed her eyes at Munce's clothes.

"This is my collar flower. It's really tasteless." Meng Si rolled his eyes and said in the same sarcastic tone, "you are still so feminine after such a long time."

"Ha, I'm not feminine. Yes, I can't compare with you. You smell feminine all over." Peng Ye's strength is reflected in all aspects, and of course, he will not show weakness.

"You!" Meng Si stood up angrily and pointed to Peng Ye.

"Me?" Master Peng has the upper hand.

"You're sick!"

"You have medicine!"

Meng Si couldn't fight master Peng. He sat down again.

"I don't mean you. Look in the mirror and see what you wear all day. It's really hot eyes." Peng Ye leaned on the back of the swivel chair, his hands around his chest and crossed his legs. He took another look at Meng Si's clothes and tutted twice.

"Hello, you dress well. You wear black 365 days a year. You think you're a killer. Black ~ ha ha ~ "then he rolled his eyes.

Han Mo really couldn't listen. He said to Meng Si lightly, "I'll go first."

Just got up and didn't have time to take a step.

"Wait a minute, I'm looking for you today." Peng Ye's tone was very flat and had no emotion, but it was obviously much more polite than talking to Meng Si.

She originally wanted to find Han Mo through Meng Si. Unexpectedly, Han Mo was here today. It was easy. She didn't have to convey it to Han Mo directly.

Han Mo stopped and didn't speak.

Meng Si understood as soon as he heard it. Peng ye asked for them. The momentum that had just been suppressed picked up in an instant. He smiled and said, "Oh, it's for our little mo mo. tell me what's the matter."

Peng Yebai glanced at him. "I'm here. Can I tell you?"

She didn't give Meng si a chance to turn over. She sneered at him twice, then changed her tone, and then spoke to Han Mo, "I came to ask you for a song today. The new album is short of a main song." Peng ye thought for a moment and added, "to Shuya."

Han Mo had no expression on his face. In fact, he had guessed in his heart for a long time, but I don't know why. When he heard the name suddenly appear, his heart trembled.

Except one or two people close to Shuya know her relationship with Han Mo, no one else knows. Meng Si doesn't know, but Han Mo must know that since he said she was in his heart after singing the southern girl last time, Peng Ye felt that the boy must still have Shuya in his heart.

To tell you the truth, Han Mo could be what he is now. If Peng Ye hadn't seen him singing on the stage, she wouldn't believe it. Although Han Mo's character seems to have changed a lot, always light, steady and deep, she still firmly believes in her judgment. The boy won't refuse his invitation to sing.

Han Mo gave a light "um" and went to the door.

"Hey, don't talk to me, you just um, um, what um." When Meng Si said this, Han Mo had left the office. In fact, Meng Si would not refuse even to discuss with him. He had a good impression of Shuya, and he was just popular. There was no reason to refuse.

Peng Ye got a satisfactory answer and said with a proud smile, "your artist is much more literate than you."

Meng Si rolled his eyes and shook his neck. "Hum, yours is not the same."

The two friends continued to quarrel in the office, but Han Mo had left.

Along the way, he was thinking about the song for Shuya. Every time he saw Shuya or was mentioned, many original owners and her past would emerge in his consciousness. These memories were too deep, which would always drive Han Mo's mood and become restless.

Until he opened the door, Han Mo's mood slowly calmed down, and a song "hurried that year" appeared in his mind.