"I went to a lot of CD stores and didn't get one."

Holding the collection version of the CD, Mo Xi Ran's face is so happy and cherish.

Lin qinghang looked at her and said in a low voice, "now few people listen to CDs, right? You're young, and you still like it? "

"I," a meal, Mo Xi ran said with a shy smile, "I prefer the things before."

"Well, you're special." Hook lips, Lin qinghang stood up and came over, took the Mo Xi dye hand CD, "do you want to listen?"

"Now?"

"Otherwise."

There are nine songs in the treasure edition, all of which are quite satisfactory works by Lin qinghang himself, and three of which are composed by himself.

Although Lin qinghang is mainly acting now, six years ago, he was a real music prince.

The talent at that time was beyond the reach of many people.

One song after another, moxicran is intoxicated in the world of music and forgets time gradually.

"Well, Mr. Lin, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Why don't you go on singing?"

Mo West dye asked, Lin qinghang face changed.

Aware that he may have asked what should not be asked, Mo Xi ran quickly said: "that, I am, is casually ask, do not have to answer."

With a bitter smile, Lin qinghang said faintly, "it's nothing. It's just that the voice is broken and there's no way to sing any more."

The envy of the same trade, someone in the water he drank under the medicine.

People are OK, but this good voice is useless after all.

At that time, fortunately, Zhou Xian accompanied him and encouraged him.

Lin qinghang wants to be a good brother for life.

Think of here, he looked at Mo West dye eyes become complex.

Mo Xi ran doesn't know the meaning of his eyes. He just hears a rush of doorbell ringing.

The sound was enough to show the mania of the people outside.

Here we are.

Hook lips, Lin qinghang leisurely stand up, looked at the clock, he said to Mo Xi ran: "there are guests, I don't mind if I open the door."

"Ah? Of course, of course. "

Mo Xi ran finished, and Lin qinghang walked to the gate.

From the cat's eye, it was him.

Reach out and he opens the door.

Almost at the moment when the door opened, a force hit him.

There was a sudden pain in the shoulder.

Lin qinghang bumped into the wall and a gust of wind swept in front of him.

When he saw Zhou Yanchen, he was still in a circle.

His head was blank, and he didn't even have time to think about why he was here.

The wrist is held tightly, she frowns, see his Phoenix Mou Yin Ji.

What's the matter?

He?

"Ah Chen, why are you here?"

"Cell phone!" Zhou Yanchen's eyes were scarlet, and his voice roared coldly.

Mo Xi ran was startled and had a cold war.

Feng Mou a sweep, discover she puts the satchel on the sofa.

He took it from hand to hand, and Zhou Yanchen poured out all the contents.

"Ah Chen..." Mo West dye a surprised, don't understand of hold his arm, "what do you do?"

No.

No cell phones.

Zhou Yanchen looks at Mo Xiran again, "where's the mobile phone?"

"Cell phone?" Repeat low Nan, Mo West dye see by Zhou Yanchen pour out of thing, "my mobile phone?"

The cell phone is gone!

Oh!

With a sneer, Zhou Yanchen raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, she's OK.

It's OK.

"Mr. Zhou, what's the matter?"

Behind him, Lin qinghang came.

He covered his shoulder with one hand. It was obvious that Zhou Yanchen's blow was not light.

"I should ask you that." Turning around, Zhou Yanchen looked at Lin qinghang.

At that glance, Lin qinghang, a man, could not help but feel chilly.

"What do you mean? Mr. Zhou

"Ah Chen, what's the matter?" Mo Xi ran frowned and asked in a low voice. After that, she suddenly thought of something.

This time? Isn't he supposed to attend the negotiation meeting at this time?

"Ah Chen! meeting! What about the meeting? "

What kind of meeting are you in charge of at this time!

Staring at her one eye, Zhou Yanchen bent over and thrust her scattered things into the satchel, pulling her to the door.

Brush Lin qinghang side, Zhou Yanchen whispered hit four words: "good for yourself!"

Lin qinghang always kept a smile on his face, until they left, the smile slowly cooled.

Walking toward the sofa, he took out his mobile phone in his coat and dialed Zhou Xian."People are gone."

"Thank you."

"Why are you polite to me, but I don't think Zhou Yanchen is going to give up. Are you sure you are sure?"

"Qinghang, I never do anything I'm not sure about."

"Well, I'll fly to Italy in the afternoon. There's a shooting there. It'll take about a month. Hope I come back. Your dream has come true. "

"Yes, I will."

After he hung up, Zhou Xian held his cell phone and turned to the window.

The world seen from here is different from that of the president's office.

Soon, he'll be standing there.

……

"Ah Chen, ah Chen, what's the matter?"

By Zhou Yanchen into the car, Mo Xi dye just asked, was leaning over the people tightly in his arms.

A Leng, she more doubt, "ah Chen, what happened in the end?"

It took a long time for Zhou Yanchen to let her go.

Holding moxiran's shoulder, he asked in a deep voice, "how can you go to Lin qinghang's house?"

"Me? I met him on the way. He said that he had a set of rare CDs for me and asked me to go to his house to get them. "

"What about cell phones? Why is your cell phone missing? "

Speaking of this, Mo Xi ran also had a gloomy face, "I don't know, how could it disappear? I called in the morning

Suddenly, an idea flashed by.

Mo Xi Ran's eyes widened, biting his lips and looking at Zhou Yanchen, "when I came out in the morning, a motorcyclist hit me, would it..."

It should be.

It's a lot of work.

Zhou Yanchen's thin lips were raised and a sneer appeared.

Mo West dye only feel cold attack from the sole of her feet, she dare not, but can not ask.

"Ah Chen, how about your cooperation?"

"I'll take you home."

With that, Zhou Yanchen started the car and returned to Zhou's home.

Watching Mo Xi ran enter the door, Zhou Yanchen drives back to Zhou.

……

Conference room.

Pushing the door in, Cheng Lin sat on the chair.

Hearing the sound and seeing Zhou Yanchen, Cheng Lin immediately stood up.

"Yanchen, you're back. Have you found Xizi?"

Nodding, Zhou Yanchen stepped in, "have you gone?"

Gritting her teeth, Cheng Lin nodded, "they said that the plane in the afternoon will return to s country. Since we are not sincere, we don't have to talk about it."

Loosen the tie, Zhou Yanchen whispered "well", patted Cheng Lin on the shoulder, "I know, I will deal with it, you go to busy first."

"We, we spent so much effort." Cheng Lin low Nan, die die to pinch a finger, "really not reconciled."

"It has nothing to do with you. It's my responsibility. I'll take it on my own."