Tian Yadong had a straight face, Meng Si was gloating on the side, he knew that Han Mo was behind, and the artist he was optimistic about was not ordinary.

Meng Si also looked back at the reverse of the boy's fingers.

The eyes of the crowd lingered on the empty wall for a moment, and then turned back to the direction of the stage.

Wang Zirong explained, "I was there just now. Where's the senior brother?"

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 knew that Han Mo had left the auditorium when the three boys had finished singing the last lyrics, and the boys were too focused on performing on stage to notice it. He saw that the three boys had performed the song "Love" perfectly, and he was happy for them, and it didn't matter if anyone knew that he had taught it.

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

As soon as he sat down on the sofa in his office, the sound of Meng Si's hurried footsteps reached the room through the air.

"Why didn't you kid leave without saying a word, I still want to take the opportunity to slap Tian Yadong's old man in the face, so that he knows that Tian Yadong is not a celebrity, and he is at most a celebrity in our Sichen Media. Meng Si crossed his hands on his hips, and his body swayed with the tone of his voice.

Han Mo sat silently and watched him perform quietly.

"But you really impress me, the three little things have changed a lot after less than an hour of training from you, not only taught them to sing and dance, but also helped them do image positioning, sunshine boys Sunshine boys, even the name of the group you helped the company choose it for them, it's really okay for you. Oh, if I don't say anything, my vision is unique~" In the end, Meng Si's index fingers of both hands drew an arc in the air, and he also posed.

Han Mo didn't answer, but he also wondered in his heart how Meng Si knew that he had done this, and the description was as if he had seen it with his own eyes, but Han Mo didn't think much about it.

A person's performance is always easy to get tired, Han Mo didn't cooperate with Meng Si at all, and he didn't even have an interaction between his eyes and expressions, Meng Si himself said that his mouth was dry, and he sat on the sofa opposite Han Mo.

Meng Si suddenly changed his painting style, and asked with a serious face, "How is the song prepared, do you have confidence?" At first, Meng Si only thought that Han Mo might have written the two songs "Those Flowers" and "Where Are You Going, Dad", since watching him guide the three teenagers, Meng Si realized that he still underestimated Han Mo, how can this kid be called able to write songs, it's just easy to come.

Han Mo can do it alone from the inside out, at first Meng Sisheng dragged Tian Yadong hard, and pulled down the noble little face to ask Tian to help Han Mo in song selection and stage presentation, after all, he is a newcomer, he doesn't understand many places, this is the first kick of his debut, he must kick it away, kick it in place, but he didn't expect that this kid 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 an affirmative answer.

Han Mo said two words lightly, "It's okay." ”

Meng Si originally thought that Han Mo would confidently say that there was no problem, but as a result, he squeezed out these two words, didn't drink the coffee he picked up, and put it on the table again, the arrogance just now was completely extinguished by Han Mo's answer, and he said anxiously, "Is it just okay?" A total of ten games, according to the most games to prepare, ten main songs plus two alternatives, how many have you prepared?" Meng Si regretted a little in his heart that he kicked Tian Yadong aside so early, he should have asked Han Mo about his preparation before kicking, and he hated himself for not suppressing the fire at that time.

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

This second of pause was too difficult for Meng Si, he was so anxious that he picked up his coffee again and took a sip, still looking at Han Mo.

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

Meng Si's sip of coffee almost didn't squirt, it was in his throat, and he swallowed it after a while.

He coughed lightly twice, pointed at Han Mo and said with a smile, "You are all ready, I asked you how you are prepared, why are you okay with your answer?"

Han Mo looked indifferent, Meng Si looked at Han Mo, and suddenly felt as if he had a bad brain.

Meng Si coughed twice, "Let's first record the sample of the song to be sung in the first scene, and the details are deducted, the first scene is very important." ”

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

Originally, he only recorded a sample of one song, but the song prepared by Han Mo surprised Meng Si so much that he had to pester him to finish singing all the twelve songs he had prepared before letting him go.

When Han Mo left the building of Sichen Media, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

The night was pleasant, the warm breeze was blowing, and under the hazy moonlight, Han Mo returned to his rented home alone.

The little guy was not at home, Han Mo felt that the house was a lot deserted, and suddenly missed Xuanxuan's playful and cute little figure, Han Mo picked up his mobile phone and dialed Shu Ya's phone.

The phone rang on the sofa, and the little guy had just finished taking a shower and was walking around the living room in a small bathrobe with rabbit ears, and ran to the phone as soon as he heard the ringtone, because this time was the phone time she had agreed with her father.

Shu Ya also heard the ringtone, and walked to the mobile phone almost at the same time as Xuanxuan, the little guy was small, so he ran to the sofa and picked up his mother's phone, Shu Ya stretched out her hand and took it empty, she didn't see the name on the caller ID, the phone was taken away by the little guy, Shu Ya deliberately pouted and said, "Xuanxuan, this is my mother's phone." ”

"It's Daddy's call. The little guy's little hand held the phone tightly, and then continued proudly, "However, if mom misses dad, Xuanxuan can let mom talk first." Xuanxuan raised her mobile phone and her little face blossomed.

Shu Ya took two steps towards Xuanxuan, did not answer the mobile phone, but gently pinched the little guy's little face, and whispered, "Hurry up and answer the phone." After speaking, he walked away, leaving Xuanxuan with a private chat time, in fact, every time Xuanxuan's voice was very loud, no matter where Shuya could hear it.

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

"Daddy, Daddy, have you finished writing the story you told last time?" the little guy's little face was pressed tightly against the phone.

Without looking at it, Han Mo could feel the excitement of the little guy, "It's already written, but the publication and printing are not so fast, and it may take two days to send it to you." ”

"Wow, Daddy is so good. Xuanxuan is very happy, the story of Little Red Riding Hood has been told to her by her father, and he has also told him the truth, although she has not seen the hand-drawn version drawn by her father, but the little one is still very proud, because she is the first of all the children to know the content of the story.

The little guy always has a lot to say in front of his father, and Han Mo can only laugh in front of Xuanxuan, and the two of them chatted for a long time before reluctantly hanging up the phone.