Such a big name?

Jun groaned slightly.

"Mu Shen?"

There are many singers in the first and second lines of Tianlai Records, and there are even bigger singers than Xu Ziya and Zhou Tianming, Jun Qing really can't think of anyone else for a while.

"Congratulations, you got it right!" Zhao Yiyi's voice in the mobile phone earpiece was almost broken, "It's Mu Shen, Mu Shen wants to sing the song you wrote, God, I can't do it, I'm going to die......"

Mu Jinbai posted a Weibo on the day of her scandal, stating that he was going to release a new song, but he did not explain what the new song was.

Jun Qing didn't expect that Mu Jinbai would sing her song.

If her eldest brother knew that it was her little vest, he didn't know what his expression was.

Jun walked to the side of the bed with her mobile phone in her hand, and noticed the rectangular gift box on the writing desk, she turned around suspiciously, and pinched the card on the gift box.

On the card, beautiful flowery English -

“TO:Mrs.D”

This guy even prepared a gift for her?

"Anything else?"

"I have sorted out the information of Tian Xin that you asked me to check, and I have sent it to your mailbox."

"Okay, I'll get in touch when I have something."

To end the call, put the phone aside, Jun gently pulled the ribbon tied on the outside of the gift box, and opened the wrapper.

In the air, there is a faint familiar fragrance wafting through the air.

Could it be flowers?

Jun opened the lid of the box in confusion and saw the contents of the box, and couldn't help but be stunned.

In the gift box, it turned out to be a small green potted plant.

Jun gently flicked the tender flavor slices with his hand, full of surprise.

From childhood to adulthood, Emperor Lin didn't know how many gifts he sent her, and it was the first time he gave a potted plant.

With both hands reaching over the box, she carefully took out the potted plant and placed it on the table, turning and walking to the cloakroom.

Originally, I wanted to take a shower and change clothes, but I held on to the door of the cloakroom with my hand, and suddenly turned around again.

Her eyes fell on the small pot of green plants on the table, and she suddenly understood the significance of Emperor Lin's move.

Two years ago, she represented the school in a piano competition in Portugal.

Emperor Lin's ship happened to dock at a nearby port, and someone specially arranged for someone to pick her up and take her to the ship for dinner.

At that time, it happened to be June 13, the famous San Antonio Festival in Portugal.

The show is also a local Valentine's Day, when many young people give a small pot of herbs to their loved ones as a gift.

She was pregnant with a young girl at the time, and picked a cute small nine-story pagoda potted plant to make a gift for him.

As a result, the chef he invited was treated as an ingredient grown on the ship and served on the table.

That night, the two had dinner together, and she stupidly ate the dish.

Later, when I asked about the pot, I found out that what she ate was originally a gift from herself.

She pinched her fork and cried so much on the dining table that she vomited so much that Emperor Lin took her to the hospital overnight for examination......

Later, she told him about the gift, but she didn't have the courage to explain to him what she liked.

Since then, she has never eaten the Nine-Story Tower again.

Today is June 16th, because Emperor Lin has been on a business trip a few days ago and has no time to see her.

He specially gave her a small pot of loads, and also specially took her to eat sardines, no doubt to accompany her for the holidays.

(Note: San Antonio Festival is also known as Sardine Festival, and sardines are a holiday food)

This big piece of wood will have such a romantic time.

Hold the potted plant into the bathroom, gently spray the pot with water, and put the pot of tender green plants on the table facing the window and put it away.

After taking a shower, she practiced for an hour, flipped through her laptop, and waited for him to come back while instrumentalizing her newly written tunes.

In the middle of the night, Emperor Lin came back from checking everything and gently pushed her room open.

I saw the little girl sleeping on the bed in her nightdress, still working.

He stepped over and sat down beside her, his tone reproachful.

"Why haven't you slept so late?"

"Waiting for you!" Jun raised his chin lightly to the small potted plant on the table, "You also know about San Antonio Day?" ”

"You told me." Emperor Lin laughed.

"Me?" Jun straightened up, "When?" ”

Why wasn't she impressed at all?

"Two years ago, on your birthday."

Jun thought about it lightly, but still didn't remember.

"All I remember is that I seemed to be drunk that day."

"Yes." Emperor Lin raised his hand to comb her slightly messy long hair, "You told me when you were drunk, and you complained that I ate your gift......"

Jun smiled lightly.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know at the time." Emperor Lin looked at her apologetically, "I've been busy with the new ship for the past few days, and I can make it up to you today." ”

Jun chuckled and shook his head, "You can't be blamed for this, you can only blame that chef!" ”

But thinking about the chef is also quite pitiful, at that time, Emperor Lin thought that she was so angry that she almost threw the chef into the sea because there was something wrong in the dish.

Bending her knees and approaching him, she gently lowered her chin to her knees.

"What else did I say?"

Emperor Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at her little face, and was silent for a few seconds.

"It's too late today, I'll tell you another day."

Getting up to help her close the curtains, Emperor Lin returned to the bed, bent down and kissed her hair.

"Rest early, tomorrow you have to get up early and join me in the sailing ceremony."

"I'm going too?"

"Of course!" Emperor Lin straightened up, "Don't forget, this is a ...... Mrs. D. ”

Jun Qing was a little embarrassed: "But ......"

She knew that the ship was vital to him.

But if she shows up at the event, journalists will surely recognize her for who she is.

When the time comes, her identity will be directly exposed.

"You don't have to worry." Emperor Lin saw her thoughts and smiled at her comfortingly, "The trial press conference is in charge of the publicity department, and the sailing ceremony is carried out in the main control room, and only the internal crew participates. ”

In the matter of pretending in front of media reporters, Emperor Lin was too lazy to participate.

He had already arranged these things and handed them over to the director of the company's publicity department.

The sailing ceremony he refers to refers to the crew ceremony on a cruise ship.

Jun was relieved.

"Good!"

……

……

Early the next morning.

When the first rays of morning light sprinkled on the sea, Jun Qing's mobile phone also screamed.

Hearing the alarm clock ringing, Jun Qing, who has always loved to lie in bed, got up from the pillow for the first time, his mind was still in chaos, he had already uncovered the bed and opened the curtains with squinted eyes.

The morning sun on the sea poured the brilliant morning light into the window, and she closed her eyes to adjust to the bright light.

Turning around, I saw the white seafarer's uniform set hanging on the hanger.

Her uniform?

Jun Qing walked over with a happy face, took off his suit and walked into the cloakroom, and measured himself in the mirror.

Noticing the badge pinned to the chest of his shirt, Jun Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Emperor Lin even prepared a badge for her.

She wanted to see what position the captain had given her.

On the badge, a giant ship rides the wind and waves, this is the LOGO of King's Landing, and the position area next to it has two small gilded letters——

"Captain"!