"Xiaoya, you have a special relationship with Mr. Leng, right?"

"Well, we're small."

"Childhood sweethearts, aren't they generally supposed to like each other?"

"My relationship with him is like my relationship with my brother, Qianxing is not my ideal type." Xiaoya winked at An Qinba. "Don't worry, I won't be an obstacle between the two of you."

Xiaoya is very direct and sincere, completely different from that Yang Lin'er.

In fact, when Xiaoya asked about her and Mr. Leng, An Qin was extremely worried for a moment, Yang Lin'er had the heart to kill her because of jealousy, if there were more Xiaoya, she would not be able to bear it.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, An Qin received an appointment call from Mr. Si Yu.

Xiaoya, who usually drives slowly, increased her speed to 70 yards today, and she couldn't wait to fly to the Shangri-La Hotel immediately.

Mingyi finished the recording of the single, and now he is resting in the presidential suite of the hotel, and he heard that he will fly to the imperial capital to film at eight o'clock tonight, so they don't have much time to contact him.

After getting out of the elevator, thinking that she would be able to see Meiyi himself soon, Xiaoya was excited to jump up.

"Mingyi must be your ideal type!" An Qin looked at Xiao Ya, who was blushing, and smiled.

Shinoya grinned.

After receiving a call from them, Si Yu went to the corridor to pick them up.

After a brief greeting, the two girls followed Si Yu into the room.

Mingyi is sitting on a large-screen TV playing the video game of "Street Fighter", looking at the character's fighting skills, and is obviously a game master.

"It's coming!" Seeing An Qin coming, Ming Yi dropped the remote control and got up.

"Mingyi!" The little fan girl Xiaoya called out excitedly, her eyes full of love.

Ming Yi rushed to the cute girl who came with An Qin and bent his eyes.

Yikes-

He couldn't look too good when he smiled!

"Oh my God, it's really more handsome than on TV! My little liver, I'm going to faint, I'm going to faint! Xiaoya held An Qin in a daze.

What a mystery this is!

An Qin could feel the small hands holding his arms trembling slightly.

"Bring someone with you!" As soon as Ming stepped forward, the girls who came with him were as obsessed with him as the thousands of female fans he knew.

"She's my assistant, her name is Shinoa!"

"Mr. Meiyi, hello!" Xiaoya greeted Ming Yi softly. "I've collected all the albums, and I've seen every play you've played."

"Thank you for your support!" Meiyi winked gratefully at the girl.

Xiaoya seemed to have electricity, and her little face turned even redder.

"I've got two pictures, take a look." An Qin sat down, took out the album from his bag, and took out the prepared design drawings to show Ming. "Because other things have been delayed, I can only temporarily issue two."

"There's still plenty of time, don't rush!" Mingyi asked An Qin to sit, and he sat beside her.

"This red and black robe is prepared for the song "Xuanyue", red is the obsession of love, and it also represents the bloodshed and sacrifice, desperate for the people you love, and black is despair and endless pain, love but can't, forbearance, hesitation......."

"Is this your understanding of the song?" Ming Yi interrupted An Qin.

An Qin looked at the young man whose smile had disappeared, and the pen in his hand tightened: "Hmm! No...... Isn't that right? ”

"All they hear is longing and pain," Mingyi's slightly lowered eyes were entangled with some kind of complex emotion. "How do you hear about sacrifice, love but inability, forbearance and hesitation?"

That's how the lyrics are written," the careful An Qin felt the strange emotions of the young man around him. "Am I over-interpreting?"

Ming Yi shook his head: "That's what it means." You're the first listener I've met who read it correctly......"

"Ahem," Si Yu came with two cups of coffee and rested on the coffee table in front of him. "Two of you, please!"

A slight cough was like a thunderclap to Ming Yi, who had fallen into a state of confusion, and he slammed his spirit, quickly adjusting his mood and returning to his usual demeanor.