Chapter 92: He Xiaosha's Words (4)

The instructor obviously didn't expect An Ge to have such an awareness, and the wife of a wealthy family was willing to face her own shortcomings, not in the nature of playing tickets, and willing to work hard.

Immediately, the good impression was doubled, and the instructor spoke much more sincerely, "Mrs. Quan, it was like this at the beginning, the time is enough, you practice slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

"Thank you."

An Ge walked out of the recording studio, didn't pay much attention to Mr. Wang's cold noise, and got in the car accompanied by a female bodyguard and left.

turned on the black diamond mobile phone, An Ge opened the dubbing software inside, and practiced while sitting in the car.

As soon as he returned to the villa, An Ge hid in his room and practiced hard.

She doesn't believe it, she can't even do a small commercial dubbing, she doesn't believe it, she lives in this world and has no value at all......

She didn't believe it, she could only embarrass Quan Mo.

"Knock knock."

There was two knocks on the door.

"Young grandma, it's time for dinner." The maid spoke outside.

"I'll come back later." An Ge said, while holding his mobile phone to delete the recording just now, he pondered over the manuscript, ready to do it again.

"Young grandma, young master has returned, waiting for you to eat."

Maid.

Kwon Mo is back.

"I'll come." An Ge hurriedly put down the manuscript.

Since the last time Quan Mo asked her if she thought he would do something sorry for Xi Nanxing, Quan Mo returned to normal, and there was no cold war, and people are still so cold, which makes people wonder ......

She didn't answer, and it didn't seem to make Quan Mo angry, but she vaguely felt that Quan Mo was unhappy.

An Ge walked out of the door, and the servant stood outside, stretching out his hand to point in the direction of the elevator, "Young grandma, this way." ”

"Isn't the restaurant downstairs?" An Ge was puzzled.

"Upstairs today, the young master has already gone up."

Is there a restaurant upstairs?

The villa of the Quan family is very large, and An Ge has lived for so long and has not been to see them one by one, she followed the maid to the elevator, and the elevator went straight up to the 4th floor.

Out of the elevator, there was a light floor, and through the hallway, the servant led her to a stop in front of two doors.

Then the servant bowed his head and left.

Eat here tonight?

An Ge took a look, only to see that there was a large piece of dark glass next to the door, and he couldn't see it clearly, An Ge moved his swollen and sore feet, stepped forward to hold the gilded double doorknob, and pushed it open hard-

It's not a restaurant.

It's a recording studio.

The walls are soundproofed, with a dark gray tone, the décor has a modern style, the floor is stepped on without a sound, and several rows of bookshelves are inlaid in it.

On the wall, there is a grand piano.

In the center, there is a microphone stand, as well as a line stand, and a stylish wood-colored chair is placed in front of the microphone.

An Ge walked to the microphone, this golden microphone is especially suitable for girls' voices, and there are not many in the world at present.

Mr. Wang of Fengda said that there was an auction a few days ago, and he originally wanted people to bid for this golden microphone, but it was auctioned off by an anonymous buyer at a high price of 5.8 million.

That buyer turned out to be ...... Quan Mo.

An Ge was shocked by the huge recording studio, and his fingers didn't even dare to touch the sky-high price of the golden microphone.

I'm afraid that the equipment here is several times more expensive than that of Fengdana, and even the brand of soundproof glass is the most expensive one in the world in Mr. Wang's mouth......

Kwon Mo ...... I even installed a recording studio at home.

No wonder I heard from the maid a while ago that the renovation workers were gone and came again.

"You'll be here to practice from now on."

An indifferent but cold voice came.