Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

The boy in the recording studio with the youthful atmosphere of a young man took a deep breath in front of the radio and nodded to the outside, indicating that he was ready.

Then the moving melody sounded slowly.

The boy's clear voice and melody sounded, the boy's voice was special, not to say it was amazing, but it made people very comfortable, always appropriate, with the unique sweetness in the air after the clouds and rain, and it was like early spring. When the ice and snow have not disappeared, the cold and first snow is engraved in the hearts of people after listening to it.

Outside the recording studio glass.

Angus, who was sitting in the corner of the recording studio, stood up excitedly and exchanged glances with Wesson. Years of tacit understanding allowed them to understand each other's meaning with just one glance.

This boy was the one they had been looking for.

Compared to Angus, Wesson's eyes were still restrained, but his white fingertips had already betrayed his mind.

This is a song he wrote when he was young, with too many emotions he can't talk to.

After many years on the shelf, he modified the song to see it again.

His dark brown eyes looked at the boy with a hint of imperceptible anticipation.

Fu Xiao opened the door and entered to see this scene.

Behind him was Xiao Liu who was holding a pile of documents. Needless to say, he rushed over from the conference room.

He opened the door gently, without disturbing anyone.

There were many people inside the door, but as soon as Fu Xiao looked up, he saw a boy with headphones inside the glass wall.

The earphones carried the trivial black hair of the boy, making the boy's small face even smaller, his blue eyes bowed his head, and the boy's curled eyelashes were thick and black, trembling slightly, like a trembling in Fu Xiao's heart.

caught up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door gently, walked to the middle of the crowd, and turned his ears slightly.

The melody of the song carries a touch of nostalgia, and the voice of the boy is like a train of time passing slowly, bringing people back to memory in the evening at dusk on the rooftop of the playground, where the light yellow light fills the red runway.

It was the purest and most beautiful age.

But for Fu Xiao, that time was also the busiest. He was always running around in the company and his studies, like a tree silently absorbing nutrients, growing up constantly, in order to resist the unknown wind and rain in the future.

Forever alone, in a hurry.

Are you lonely?

Mostly and lonely.

Do you regret it?

Never regretted it.

He was thus freed.

Fu Xiao lowered his head and chuckled lightly, his eyes lifted and the unpredictable teenager bumped into a full heart.

The young man's eyes looked at him as if the stars were lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up.

Fu Xiao also smiled for no reason, just because the young man smiled.

He never imagined that one day he would also be delighted by the joy of others.

The two stared at each other, neither of them was willing to let go first.

Fu Xiao leaned against the wall and felt a throbbing in his heart inexplicably. He stretched out his hand and tugged the bow tie down. Inexplicably, he suddenly thought that he was the only one in the eyes of the young man, and it seemed that it was not a bad thing.

The lights in the recording studio were all on the boy, but Fu Xiao felt that there was nothing around him that was more dazzling than the boy. His young man was like a prince sitting on a throne in fancy clothes, worthy of all the praise in the world.

He seemed to be the light itself.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on his boy, but the boy's eyes were only him.

Think of this.

Fu Xiao couldn't help but breathe quickly.

A song ends.

No one spoke in the studio.

Su Zening walked out, rushed towards Fu Xiao with a smile, looked at Fu Xiao and said with joy, "How is it?"

Fu Xiao was silent for a moment, his throat tightened slightly, and he stared at Su Zening for a while and said, "Okay."

The young man laughed even more happily, brought his face closer, the tip of his nose was very close to Fu Xiaoli, Fu Xiao seemed to be able to feel the hot and humid breath on the tip of his nose, the young man seemed to be saying something, but he paid attention and didn't hear anything.

He just wanted to stretch out his hand and pull Ning Ning into his arms fiercely, so that the tip of Ning Ning's fair nose slammed into his chest.

He took a step back and said to Angus, "Is that the person you're looking for?"

Angus knew nothing of the undercurrent surging between the two, and said with joy, "Yes." He looked at Wesson.

Wesson nodded slightly hesitantly.

The boy's voice has a wide range, and it is not difficult to sing any range. And his voice seems to be born with the ability to express emotions, and the use of skills is flawless. He has never seen such a perfect person who integrates emotions and skills. The air tone expresses hesitation, the vibrato expresses excitement, and always uses it appropriately. , as perfect as a textbook.

It's hard.

But the emotion of the song is not only conveyed by expression, but more of the singer's inner feelings.

But the young man did not.

That's why sometimes some songs are so messed up in their singing techniques that they can still be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

And the juvenile is perfect like a beautiful and delicate doll in the cupboard.

Beautiful but not real.

Pretty and shockingly underwhelming.

It can't be said that the boy did not handle the songs well. The boy was definitely one of the most talented people he had ever seen. He sang the theme song more than enough, but he had high regard for the boy and hoped that others would do better.

But Wei Sen himself felt that he was too hard to bear. The young man in front of him was only less than twenty years old. How could he ask him to understand the many emotions in the world?

What he thought, others were completely ignorant.

Angus glanced at Fu Xiao and Su Zening. Su Zening stood behind Fu Xiao and could not help but secretly glance at Fu Xiao from time to time.

Angus knew it in his heart, and he said to Fu Xiao, "I hope he can participate in the recording of our theme song, other conditions are easy to say." Although they themselves did not notice it, there seems to be a barrier between the two, which separates the others. .

Between the two, it was Fu Xiao who obviously made the decision.

Fat fish is fat fish!

Cat food is coming in again.

Su Zening's eyes lit up and turned his head to look at Fu Xiao pitifully. He forgot that he was not a sugar cake now, and he didn't need Fu Xiao's consent.

Fu Xiao said as usual: "Okay, you can send me the contract."

The two of them didn't find it strange at all.

Xiao Liu, who had been a wallflower behind them for a long time, looked at them tangled and hesitated.

Director Angus was content and Wesson left to start working on a contract.

Su Zening and Fu Xiao walked out one after the other. As President Fu, Fu Xiao followed Su Zening's footsteps.

None of them found it strange.

The only bad thing is that Xiao Liu's expression is more tangled, as if he has discovered a shocking secret, and he is entangled in whether to say it or not.

Xiao Liu and Secretary Zhang, who were a few steps away from the two, walked side by side.

Secretary Zhang glanced at him, pushed his glasses expressionlessly and said, "Do you know why some people can live a hundred years?"

Xiao Liu: ? ? ?

Secretary Zhang said with a smile, "Because they never mind their own business."

Xiao Liu only felt a chill rise from his spine, and Fu Zhi said in his heart, "I don't know anything."

Secretary Zhang sneered: "If a third person knows—"

Xiao Liu swore: "I definitely won't, if I bring someone up to see you."

Secretary Zhang walked away satisfied.

Following behind Su Zening, Fu Xiao looked at the young man's back. Under the white shirt, the young man's butterfly bones were looming, fragile but beautiful, which made Fu Xiao feel a sense of protection.

"Yining." Fu Xiao couldn't help but said in his heart.

Su Zening turned his head and looked at Fu Xiao with a puzzled look on his face.

What is Fu Xiao going to say to him?

Fu Xiao was silent, just looking at him, Fu Xiao's eyes were like the stars, there were too many things that Su Zening couldn't understand.

After the two looked at each other for a moment of silence, Su Zening's heart was beating wildly. Then Fu Xiao smiled suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to himself. Su Ze, you can't help but feel a little nervous, what is Fu Xiao trying to do when he reaches out his hand?

The hand kept getting closer to Su Zening, and then placed it on Su Zening's hair. Fu Xiao pressed down the strands of hair that had just been raised on the boy's forehead because he was wearing headphones, "My hair is messed up."

Su Zening suddenly felt a little disappointed, but he disappeared in an instant. The young man jumped aside angrily and said angrily, "Don't touch my hair."

Xiao Liu, who was following behind the two, shivered, and only felt a chill in his neck.

Even if he sewed his mouth shut.

I can't bear the madness of the parties involved in leaking secrets.

This floor is all the top recording studios under Xingchen, each of which has an investment of more than eight figures, and the effect is well-known in the industry.

Suddenly there was a commotion from the recording studio next door.

The crowd's attention was drawn to the past.

The recording engineer of the recording studio said angrily: "The rules are the rules. The recording studio can only make appointments for a maximum of three days at a time."

A female voice next to him sneered: "When is this the rule, I used to make appointments for a week."

That person is Feng Jiaming.

When she saw everyone looking over, she looked at Fu Xiao and the half-eldest child beside him who she didn't know, and her mood was complicated. She just saw Fu Xiao put his hand on the top of that person's head. She knows Fu Xiao. Fu Xiao keeps a distance from everyone, always resists others from entering his world, and has never been so close to others. She is inexplicable. The taste, always thinking about the relationship between the two in my mind.

At this time, the recording engineer pushed back three and four, and Feng Jiaming was in a worse mood. She explained to the new recording engineer, "You just came, maybe you don't know. I was a week ago, why can't I do it this time?"

The recording engineer was very aggrieved and said: "No, no, no, this is a set rule."

Feng Jiaming is angry and funny. She has used this recording studio for so many years, and she has never heard of this rule. She said, "Who could make this rule?"

At this time, the supervisor came, saw Feng Jiaming and smiled apologetically: "Miss Feng, it's not that we are embarrassing you, this is indeed our rule here."

Feng Jiaming said in disbelief, "But there was none before."

The supervisor faltered and didn't know what to say.

It's busy over there.

Fu Xiao didn't care at all, and took Su Zening to wait for the elevator at the road crossing.

Secretary Zhang couldn't help but came over and sneered, and said to the main channel, "Just say it directly."

The supervisor glanced at Secretary Zhang and said, "I see that the recording studio was built by Mr. Fu's private funds. Naturally, we don't have to abide by the rules here, but now—" He didn't say anything, and Feng Jiaming also understood.

Why let her use it now?

Secretary Zhang looked at Feng Jiaming and shook his head.

Mr. Fu's recording studio in the villa, Feng Jiaming always refused to go, so Mr. Fu also built one in the company. With the money he paid, naturally Feng Jiaming could use it as an exception and not only use it first, but also use it for as long as he wanted. .

As for now-

Secretary Zhang had already informed him that Feng Jiaming would never be that exception again.

Is it Fu Xiao again?

These days, she deeply felt that different Feng Jiaming was already numb, and she couldn't help looking in the direction of Fu Xiao and the young man with a blank expression.

The elevator came, but Fu Xiao stretched out his hand, stopped the elevator, and let the boy in with a guarding attitude.

The young man didn't feel anything wrong at all, and walked in while looking up and talking to Fu Xiao.

After the boy entered, Fu Xiao walked in and looked down at the boy.

Across a corridor, Feng Jiaming felt that Fu Xiao's eyes were like snow that had just melted when it was warm and cold.

She was puzzled for a while, what was she thinking about.

How is Fu Xiao and what does it have to do with her.

These days Fu Wei lives with her. He is blocked by the entire industry, and no one rushes to hire Fu Wei at the request of Mr. Fu.

And she could also feel that someone was targeting her.

Fu Wei was not in a hurry, but told her that he could take advantage of this time to rest and adjust.

How is this possible, her dream has not come true, she has not proven herself, how can she stop.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiaming decided to have a good talk with Fu Wei.