MTL - Quick Transmigration: The Boss’ White Moonlight is Resurrected-Chapter 14
After Wan Tong's Weibo post was posted, various sarcastic and sarcastic announcements appeared on the Internet, saying that she was running on newcomers.
The unified tone of these announcements emphasizes that there is no need to think to know that someone has bought these people and deliberately slandered Wan Tong.
Wan Tong's fans were not happy at the first time, and jumped out to criticize those nonsense marketing accounts and media, and even some fans dug up "Xiao Wan Tong" Wang Luoluo's past black material.
When Wang Luoluo was an internet celebrity, she did a lot of imitating Wan Tong. Now that those videos are released, they seem a bit contrived. Moreover, she has met privately with fans on the reward list, and she was even revealed to be in and out of the hotel. photo.
These black materials greatly reduced the gentle and pure temperament that Wang Luoluo was packaged, and there were many people who lost powder.
It is said that "Xiao Wantong" is not as good as Wantong's finger. If Zhongheng Entertainment wants to have a face, don't rub the heat any more.
It was in this situation that Su Ruojing came to find Wan Tong.
I don't know how he found Wan Tong's studio. A strong man with hormones blocked the entrance of the recording studio, making his assistant Xiaoyu scared and ashamed, hiding in the corner and peeking all the time.
Wan Tong came out of the recording studio and motioned Su Ruojing to enter the small but warm lounge next to him.
"Brother, why are you here?" When Wan Tong spoke, he sat on the sofa farthest from Su Ruojing, and there was a sense of distance in his tone.
Su Ruojing was standing in a suit, and his masculinity made him look awe-inspiring, but there was a trace of exhaustion between his brows.
It seems that he has been busy with Su Fang's affairs recently.
"I heard about the Internet, do you need help?" Su Ruojing said in a deep voice, but it wasn't about Su Fang.
He has always been as far away from Wan Tong as he can, and he never took the initiative to understand her affairs. When he returned to China this time, seeing the strangeness and alienation in her eyes, he felt that his heart was stuck by a sharp stone. Generally, a suffocating discomfort.
Wan Tong was a little surprised, but didn't show it on his face, only said, "It's okay, I'm used to it."
She has no backstage, no professional team, and it only takes minutes for others to engage her. She has also worried about it, but there is currently no plot that she cannot control.
After Wan Tong's voice fell, there was a long silence in the room.
She was thinking about her work, so she got up and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to the studio first..."
Su Ruojing looked at her and said, "I want to sit here for a while, okay?"
It didn't mean to ask.
Wan Tong nodded, turned and walked out.
Su Ruojing watched her figure leave, and after a long time, she got up and followed out.
The door of the recording studio was just ajar, and he looked in.
Wan Tong and the two foreign men were discussing something, and vaguely heard a few professional words coming out of her mouth, as if they were discussing the arrangement of songs.
When talking about music, there was light in his sister's eyes.
A long time ago, he knew that there was nothing in her world except music.
He forced himself to look away, restrained all his thoughts, and turned to leave.
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Three days later, Wan Tong flew to City B to participate in the recording of the semi-finals of "Big Singer". She came from a singer in the kicking hall, and her ranking has always been in the top three. She is very hopeful to win the championship.
After the game, Wan Tong flew back overnight, and also went to the idol training camp to participate in the recording. The continuous schedule made her a little breathless.
The video of the trainees' theme song made her drowsy. She rested her chin with one hand and stared at the screen. Zhuang Yu's voice seemed to be heard in her ear. It took her a while to react and turned to look What's up with him?"
There was even a hint of nasality in the voice.
"Do you know that yawning is contagious?" Zhuang Yu asked again seriously.
Jessica next to her yawned and nodded in agreement, "Wan Tong, do you know how many times you yawned?"
Wan Tong: "..." Blame her.
In the end, Zhuang Yu suggested to take a rest first.
Wan Tong took a nap in the lounge, as if receiving amnesty.
In the training room of Class A, everyone occupied one side and practiced separately. Suddenly, Chen Jiexiu walked in from the door and said excitedly, "I heard the news just now that the tutors have all returned, and there may be other activities scheduled today. "
"Wow, can I ask the teacher to ask questions?" Someone asked enthusiastically.
"I think they'll come over, we'll just have to wait."
Everyone was chatting enthusiastically. In the most corner, Shen Bu, who was resting in a fake sleep, suddenly got up and walked out silently.
In the tutor's personal rest room, Wan Tong was dark as soon as he slept.
Xiaoyu was quietly brushing her phone beside her, and she didn't know how long it took when she heard a knock on the door, and hurried over to open the door.
A staff member with a mask stood there, and before she could speak, his voice came out, "Shen Bu."
Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and quickly stepped aside to let him in.
As Wan Tong's assistant, she was naturally familiar with Shen Bu, but she didn't understand why he came here.
"Wan Tong only finished recording in the early hours of last night, slept at the airport for two hours, and flew back this morning. I couldn't take it anymore, so I slept for an hour, and told me that I didn't need to ask her to eat lunch. ..." Xiao Yu said in a low voice.
Shen Bu pursed his lips, stared at the sleepy figure huddled on the sofa, turned his head to look at Xiao Yu, and said in a muffled voice, "Go get her some food, you can't eat it."
Xiaoyu was the same age as Wan Tong, but every time she got on Shenbu, she felt that the aura was too overwhelming, she nodded and ran out quickly.
Shen Bu locked the door, walked lightly to the sofa, bent over and knelt down, it was rare to have the opportunity to look at her so closely.
Wan Tong's eyes were dyed dark brown, and his breathing was a little heavy. He wondered if he was thinking about work in his dream. His two thin eyebrows were slightly tightened, and the rose-like water-red lips were also lightly pursed. on.
Shen Bu rested his elbows on the sofa, and unconsciously, his upper body was very close, and the dark black eyes under the brim of his hat were turbulent.
He lowered his head, and he could even feel her breath on his face.
The palm resting on the sofa was clenched tightly, a look of restraint flashed in his eyes, and finally his head just rested lightly on the soft neck.
The bridge of the tall nose pressed against the delicate skin, and a faint fragrance penetrated into the nose, which made him lose his mind instantly, and the color of the eyes became more and more intense.
Wan Tong's consciousness was very heavy, and when she vaguely felt the presence of another person beside her, out of vigilance in her heart, she struggled to open her heavy eyelids.
In the blurred vision, a tall black figure appeared first.
She was startled, and quickly got up from the sofa. The next moment, the man across from him pulled off his mask and said in a low voice, "It's me."
Wan Tong blinked, stared at Shen Bu's face for a while, then came back to his senses, "Abu, why did you come here?"
Instead of wearing a class uniform, he wore a low-key black suit, a peaked cap, and a work permit.
He didn't answer, instead he squatted down in front of her, his black eyes fixed on her and asked, "How was the game last night?"
Wan Tong stretched out his hand and tugged at his mask, blocking the handsome face again, and slowly said, "The final will be broadcast live in ten days."
After speaking, she tilted her head and showed a slightly awkward smile.
Under the mask, the corners of Shen Bu's mouth were also slightly pulled up, and Shen Shen responded, "Well."
