"Seniors work, I rest alone..."
Yu Muhuai hesitated to speak.
An Sui stopped his way, waved his hand, "Hey, we won't blame you, we just have dinner in private, don't think so much..."
"But I'm sorry, Director An must ask me to do something."
Yu Muhuai bit his lower lip, as if hesitating, "Also, next to Qingyou, is Mr. Jiang, right? Mr. Jiang is working, and I'm going to rest..."
An Sui's attitude became less firm when he heard the words.
But you can work, but you can't disturb the two people next to you!
An Sui pointed to the other side of the dining table, "Then you go over there and cut the vegetables, Xiao He may not be busy alone."
Yu Muhuai didn't even look at it, and said directly to Song Qingyou:
"Qingyou, I see that there is still a lot of meat in the pot at your hand that has not been skewered. Let me help you."
Song Qingyou raised her head, before she could open her mouth, Jiang Zhihan took away the meat basin.
"There is not much meat in it, Qingyou and I can finish it."
"Multiple people, multiple efforts." Yu Muhuai smiled.
"With this time, why not see if other people need help."
"I think it's more troublesome to skewer meat, and I want to help skewer meat."
The two talked to each other, one with an expressionless face, and the other with a more gentle smile. Obviously there was no ups and downs in the tone, but the smell of gunpowder in the middle was so strong that everyone could notice it.
An Sui was terrified while listening, but he couldn't find an excuse to drag Yu Muhuai away.
Until the latter spoke teasingly:
"Mr. Jiang, don't you think that Qingyou's beautiful hands are not suitable for doing these things at all? Why don't you let me help..."
Song Qingyou didn't intend to pay attention to the inexplicable bickering between the two, but when she heard this, she couldn't help frowning
—What do you mean she is not suitable for doing this?
The two who had been paying attention to her reaction suddenly fell silent.
Especially Yu Muhuai, because he wasn't sure if Song Qingyou was upset after hearing what he said, he began to think about what he said just now.
Jiang Zhihan felt something, and immediately said to An Sui:
"It's almost busy here, since Mr. Yu wants to help, let him try the microphone over there."
An Sui: Understood, tell Yu Muhuai to go sing!
Having a legitimate reason, Director An immediately dragged him to the microphone.
When Yu Muhuai realized it, he only saw An Sui's approaching face and the microphone stand in his hand.
"Here, take it."
"We specially prepared this for you."
"When you sing the promotional song, I will have someone take a picture and upload it to the short video platform."
"Try the sound first."
An Sui would be worried that Jiang Zhihan would be angry, but he wouldn't care what Yu Muhuai thought.
After all the explanations, the person in charge of the accompaniment came over.
After adjusting the sound, some onlookers took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Yu Muhuai, who stood on the 'stage', had a different temperament than usual.
He sat on a high stool, leaned forward, and said the title of the song: "Meet."
The piano and guitar sounded, and most of the people present knew which classic song it was after listening to a bar.
「I heard the departure of winter
I woke up in a certain month of a certain year」
Yu Muhuai's voice is worthy of being commented by the circle as being "fed by heaven", and it attracted everyone as soon as he opened his mouth.
Seeing more and more people recording videos, An Sui immediately decided to start a live broadcast.
Anyway, the crew has all the equipment.
The first batch of people who clicked in just heard the climax:
「Who do I meet, what kind of dialogue will I have?
The person we are waiting for, how far in the future is she?」
In the barrage of praise in the live broadcast room, a few sentences with different styles popped up from time to time:
[I always feel that Yu Muhuai is looking in the same direction]
[Do you dare to turn the camera around? Let's see, who is Yu Muhuai looking at? ]
Originally such guesses were still in the minority.
Until he realized that Yu Muhuai didn't sing his own songs at all, and all the songs he sang were confession songs...
[Ah, it won't be revealed tomorrow that Yu Muhuai is in love or something? ]
[Resolutely boycott! ]
[Xiao Yu may just choose the song according to the type of movie, what does it have to do with falling in love? ]
[Compared to this, I want to know who Yu Muhuai is looking at! ]
An Sui, who was reminded by the staff to watch the barrage, glanced at Song Qingyou and Song Qingyou who had already gone to wash their hands, and handed a note to the cameraman in charge of the live broadcast with great confidence.
Then, the camera turned around.
Yu Muhuai's fans who watched the live broadcast were immediately relieved.
[What, Xiaoyu is looking at the sea]
[I said it all, singing confession songs is related to movies]
[I don’t care, my husband is confessing to Dahai. From today, my name will be Dahai]
The studio was finally quieter.
But An Sui obviously didn't know that some people would use a magnifying glass or even a "microscope" to watch a live broadcast.
The tools and tableware that Song Qingyou put down were noticed by many people.
It’s just that the above tools are not the only one set. No matter how many ideas they have, they can only guess.
At the same time, the crew's barbecue dinner officially began.
Yu Muhuai only sang three or four songs, and he changed from a music anchor to a food broadcast.
During the period, An Sui placed Yu Muhuai in the farthest position from Song Qingyou on the grounds that Jiang Zhihan could not appear on camera.
The audience in the live broadcast room only thought it was Yu Muhuai's live broadcast, and the camera almost didn't shoot other people, which is understandable.
As for Song Qingyou, ever since Jiang Zhihan sat next to her, the crew members who wanted to surround her were always half a meter away from here.
She is very satisfied with the status quo, "With you here, I don't need to be courteous, and I won't be toasted."
"It should be what An Sui said."
Jiang Zhihan said while putting the grilled meat on Song Qingyou's plate.
"You eat by yourself first." Song Qingyou paused, and leaned into his ear, "Shouldn't you change back after eating? Today wasted so much time, what if you need to work?"
"Not a waste."
"Okay, your own time, as long as you are happy."
Song Qingyou didn't get Jiang Zhihan's hesitation at all, "I think An Sui just glanced here a few times."
"The rest of the crew has shown up in front of the camera. It's okay for me, the leading actress, to not show up. Would you like to go back to the room first?"
Jiang Zhihan didn't respond, but suddenly took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.
Song Qingyou froze for a moment, and instantly understood, "You want to change back into a cat and come with me?"
Jiang Zhihan nodded.
When he left under the pretext of leaving early, when he came back, he became a little tabby and unceremoniously jumped onto the seat next to Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou put the coat on her shoulders on the back of the chair, and then fished the cat into her arms.
Jiang Zhihan raised his paw subconsciously, trying to push him away.
I heard someone muttering in a low voice: "You promised me, let me hold you... You don't know how to count your words?"
Hearing this, the little cat had no choice but to give up resistance.