In the huge recording studio, Bo Huan looked stunned, and said in disbelief: "Why are you here?"

I saw that on the rest chair next to him, where was Professor Yang, but Song Nanzhou with a smile on his face.

Song Nanzhou got up from the chair, walked in front of Bo Huan, looked at her condescendingly, and quipped with interest: "What, you are surprised?"

The breath gushing out of her head startled Bo Huan took a few steps back, leaned against the door, and stammered in her voice, "No, no." ”

Song Nanzhou walked in the direction of Bo Huan with his long legs, propped himself on the door with one hand, and circled her in front of him, with a low voice: "Or, I made you annoyed?"

Bo Huan squatted down and skillfully came out of Song Nanzhou's arms, while turning his back to him to pick up the manuscript on the ground, his voice was slightly panicked: "What's the matter, it's just that I was talking about Professor Yang, so I was even more surprised when I saw you." ”

"Really?" Song Nanzhou withdrew his hand, his eyebrows thoughtful.

Then he turned around and coughed lightly: "Professor Yang is on a business trip again, so I'm here to take the class." Then squatted down to help Bo Huan pick up the manuscript together.

"No, you don't have to pick it up, you're a guest, I'll just come. Bo Huan excused himself, and sped up the speed in his hand, almost snatching it from Song Nanzhou's hands.

As soon as Song Nanzhou stretched out his hand, he grabbed Bo Huan's delicate little hand in a daze.

Looking at each other, Bo Huan's face was flushed with two blushes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Song Nanzhou had no intention of withdrawing his hand.

Song Nanzhou's eyes darkened a little, and he looked at Bo Huan so quietly.

Until the sound of "popping" to unlock, Bo Huan quickly withdrew his hand from Song Nanzhou's hand, and then stood up.

"Teacher Song, why are you squatting on the ground?"

Song Nanzhou clenched his hand into a fist and rubbed it lightly twice, then stood up, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing, something fell to the ground." ”

Xiaoqing nodded: "That's okay, the director asked me to inform you to hurry up and start recording in half an hour." ”

"Okay, got it. Song Nanzhou nodded politely.

Because the manuscript needs a relatively quiet environment, Xiaoqing, who is not in the same situation, simply retreated after speaking.

There was an aura of embarrassment everywhere in the room for a while, Bo Huan lowered his head, hurriedly sorted out the order of the manuscripts, and then put them together again.

From beginning to end, Song Nanzhou leaned against the wall with his hands on his chest and looked at Bo Huan quietly.

"It's all sorted out, I've familiarized myself with the manuscript in advance, you can read it first, I'll go get two bottles to drink. Bo Huan didn't wait for Song Nanzhou's reaction, put the manuscript on the table beside him, and then opened the door and walked out.

The door was closed again.

Song Nanzhou couldn't help laughing, his good-looking facial features were dyed with a happy look.

I don't know why, seeing the little girl's awkward look, I inexplicably feel a little cute?

Song Nanzhou raised his eyebrows, picked up the manuscript next to him and read it carefully.

"Ahh

"I'm really afraid of what's coming, why is there Song Nanzhou everywhere. Bo Huan clenched the guardrail at the door with both hands, and his tone was irritated.

"Sister Bo Huan, why are you standing outside, has the manuscript been said?" Xiaoqing's voice came from behind him.

Bo Huan turned around and put on a smile: "No, I'm going to come out and get a drink." ”

"I expected it, hey, I brought it. Xiaoqing smiled and shook the mineral water in her hand.

"Xiaoqing, you are really ...... Be considerate......" Bo Huan lowered his face and smiled bitterly.

"That's it. With a straight chest, Xiaoqing's face was full of smugness.