When Peng Ye heard Yang Bin's words, he clenched his back molars angrily, no matter what he said at this time, it was useless, it would only embarrass himself more.

Zhang Xiaofan actually only values interests, he hopes that his songs will become popular and make him go further on the road of music producers, as for who will sing his songs, he threw it away before entering the entertainment industry, and there is no credibility at all.

However, he used to do some small tricks behind his back, but this time it was still a little embarrassing to be exposed in person, he lowered his head and avoided Peng Ye and Shu Ya's gaze, and was silent.

Shu Ya snorted coldly, "Sister Peng, let's go." ”

Peng Ye didn't say anything, glanced at Yang Bin coldly, turned around and followed Shu Ya.

Yang Bin kept smiling on his face and squinting his hypocritical eyes, until Shu Ya and Peng Ye walked out of the studio, his expression changed instantly, with a hint of anger.

Tang Huizi had been standing in the recording studio just now and didn't dare to come out, and when she saw Shu Ya and Peng Ye going out, she hurriedly came out, ran to Yang Bin's side, and said angrily, "Oh, Mr. Yang, you see how fierce they are, the songs written by Mr. Zhang are all our company's resources, why do they still have that attitude." After speaking, he pouted in the direction of Shu Ya's walk.

Yang Bin smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to stop Tang Huizi's waist, and his fat and thick palm slid from her waist to Tang Huizi's buttocks. "Don't worry about others, sing well, I won't treat you badly. ”

Tang Huizi raised her eyebrows seductively, "I hate it." ”

......

Peng Ye's lungs were about to explode, "Let's just forget it?"

"I think forget it, would you like to?" asked Shu Ya with a smile.

"Of course you can't count it like that, a bunch of villains. Peng Ye clenched his fists angrily and burst into a foul mouth.

Shu Ya won't just forget it, Zhang Xiaofan's songs can't be sung, and there are other people's, Yang Bin can influence the company's internal employees, but he can't control all the music producers in Beidu, Shu Ya doesn't have as many complaining words as Peng Ye, but she knows better than anyone else in her heart.

After Peng Ye scolded a few words, his heart was not as irritable as he was at the beginning, and his voice was slightly soothing, "Then what should we do?"

"It went as planned. Shu Ya said lightly.

"But we don't have two sub-titles, this ......" Peng Ye showed a difficult look on his face.

Shu Ya smiled and comforted, "We first thought about using Zhang Xiaofan's two songs as the sub-titles, but this time we will treat them as none, how to carry out the rest of the songs, and just continue to invite songs." ”

Peng Ye smashed his mouth, although Shu Ya said it seemed to be very reasonable, and the rest of the songs should be done, but the rest of the songs didn't have a single song, I originally thought that there would finally be two songs, which could be recorded first, but I was stabbed in the back like this, and once I returned to the pre-liberation period, I had to start from scratch.

Just looking at Shu Ya's calm expression, Peng Ye had nothing to say.

Shu Ya just looks calm on the surface, this album must be released, and it must not be delayed, Shu Ya does not have a war of words with them, it does not mean that she does not care.

Suddenly, Shu Ya's mobile phone rang, and she glanced at the screen, it was Han Mo.

"Lai Sichen Media No. 1 Recording Studio. Han Mo's voice came out of the earpiece.

Shu Ya was stunned for a moment, and said casually, "Okay." ”

Peng Ye was still depressed, what should he do next, just as he was about to speak, Shu Ya put down her mobile phone and said directly, "Let's go to Sichen Media." ”

Before Peng Ye could ask what was going on with Sichen Media, Shu Ya had already walked out of the door, and she could only follow behind.

Han Mo sent the little guy home, Han Jun and Chen Yuehong kissed and hugged the little guy, Han Mo completely lost the meaning of being at home, and what he wanted to do again the next day moved to today.

Although Shu Ya was concerned about her work, she hurried to the company to record a new song, and said that she didn't need his help for the time being, but what Shu Ya would face when she went to the company, Han Mo had already guessed.

At this moment, Han Mo was already waiting in the No. 1 recording hall, Shu Yazhi was singing, he had long known that Shu Ya wanted to come up with a new album, and he also knew that Yang Bin was careful about his thoughts. In fact, I was ready for Shu Ya early, I just wanted to give her as a surprise, who knew that Shu Ya had been stubborn and supported by herself, Han Mo knew that now was the time to take out the surprise.

Shu Ya didn't know what Han Mo was doing by himself, and when Peng Ye heard that the first thing that came to mind was Meng Si when he heard Sichen Media, he couldn't help pouting, but he still followed.

Walking in the corridor, Peng Ye was still anxious about the upcoming new album, "We must hurry up, if we can't come out according to the original time, we can't do anything, it is estimated that Han Mo has a song here for you to sing, however, he returned to Sunan like you, and there is not enough time for us to release the album at the beginning, he starts to create now, and it is estimated that he can only write a song with quality and quantity." ”

Shu Ya actually thought that Han Mo might have a song suitable for her to sing, but Peng Ye was right, so under the condition of ensuring the quality, Han Mo should only be able to release one more song. "It's better than nothing. Shu Ya said indifferently.

"No, you go over first, I'll call them again. Peng Ye asked Shu Ya to go to the recording studio first, and then he called several music producers who had previously confirmed their intention to invite songs, hoping that they could release songs as soon as possible.

Shu Ya walked to the door of the recording studio and gently pushed the door open.

A burst of beautiful music came through the crack in the door the moment she pushed it open.

Han Mo was singing a song that he liked very much in the past, and his voice used to have a little hard to sing this song, but now his voice is more than enough no matter what song he sings, because Shu Ya has not come yet, so he sang it himself.

Shu Ya didn't bother Han Mo, standing quietly outside the recording studio, listening to Han Mo's singing, she hadn't heard this song because she was also a singer, and she had heard a lot of songs, even if she couldn't sing it, she knew whether she had heard it or not, this song was unfamiliar both in terms of melody and lyrics.

Shu Ya knew that this must be another original song by Han Mo.

It wasn't until the end of the last note that Han Mo slowly left the microphone, and the aftermath lingered, and then he noticed Shu Ya.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and Shu Ya couldn't help but applaud Han Mo.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Han Mo walked out of the recording studio.

"Do you like it?" asked Han Mo gently.

"Like. Shu Ya's ears have been echoing with Han Mo's affectionate singing, every note, every group of melodies, is so unforgettable, although it is the first time to listen to it at this time, there is always a very familiar feeling.

"I'm going to record this song today. Han Mo said with a smile.

Shu Ya's eyebrows tightened, she thought that this was a new song that Han Mo was going to sing, but she didn't expect it to be written by Han Mo for her.

Han Mo saw Shu Ya's expression and smiled, "From tomorrow onwards, we will be busy, strive to finish recording ten songs in the fastest time, and then slowly polish them." ”

If she knew that this song was written for her just now, Shu Ya just didn't expect it and was a little surprised, but when she heard the words "ten songs" at this moment, she was shocked, and she was extremely shocked.

Ten songs?

When will the ten songs be written!

Shu Ya was just about to ask something, but the door of the recording studio was suddenly pushed open.

Peng Ye walked in scolding, still holding the phone in his hand, "These turtle grandsons have collectively dismissed the old lady's work, and you all wait for the old lady." ”