Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

The sky is over after learning the complete song, but Wen Qian has only learned the outside and inside, and deeply feels the difficulty of singing opera.

"Miss Liu, are you interested in participating in the dubbing work? Our dubbing work now also includes opera."

Wen Qian wanted to poach Mrs. Liu. If their studio had another professional pillar, it would be beneficial to the future of the studio.

"I know what you want to say, but you also know the status quo of dubbing in China. It will take at least a few decades to really rise." She can't change anything by herself.

She is already old, without the vitality of young people, where can she go out with them?

Wen Qian regretted: "Thank you, senior."

In any case, she would like to thank Mrs. Liu for teaching her all day.

"You're welcome, these are voice training methods and playbooks handed down in my family, take them back and read."

That's all Mrs. Liu's family can afford. She can see that Wen Qian really loves dubbing, so she is willing to teach her.

"Senior, let's go first." Wen Qian patted Fu Yicheng who was still dozing off, and it was the first time she saw Fu Yicheng was so displeased with something that he couldn't listen to it and fell asleep.

"Leaving?" Fu Yicheng opened his eyes in bewilderment, looking at Wen Qian who had already changed her costume.

"Ah."

Leaving Mrs. Liu's yard, when Wen Qian turned on her phone, a lot of text messages flooded in, most of which were sent by Shen Qing, who asked her where she was and when she would go back almost every half an hour.

There are also some messages from Tu Meiling, asking her if Jiangnan is fun?I wish I could fly over to find her right away.

Wen Qian turned off her phone after two replies, and looked up to see that Fu Yicheng was twisting his neck, sleeping on his stomach for a long time, with a stiff neck.

Wen Qian tiptoed to help Fu Yicheng rub his neck: "You don't like opera."

Fu Yicheng seldom had something he didn't like, and when Wen Qian punctured it, he rarely felt embarrassed.

"I don't really like it, but I respect it." After all, it is the quintessence of the country that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"I understand, this is nothing shameful, let's go eat." It's all over, there must be no food at home, and it happens that she has never tasted Jiangnan's food.

"Okay." Fu Yicheng had already scouted out several famous shops: "If you're sleepy, take a nap for a while."

At least he slept for a while, but Wen Qian didn't sleep all day, and she used her voice a lot.

"Yeah." Wen Qian wasn't sleepy at first, but after being shaken by the car like this, she felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep with the U-shaped pillow.

When he arrived at the place, Fu Yicheng didn't rush to call Wen Qian, and got out of the car to have a video conference.

On the computer was a face full of resentment, it was Fu Yicheng's administrative secretary: "President, when are you coming back?"

"Is the company in a hurry?"

"There is no urgent matter, but you have a lot to do with your daily business and western medicine." Up to now, they still don't want to believe that the president just left them and took his wife to play.

"It may be delayed than the original plan. If there is something that can't be solved, just send it over."

The executives behind the administrative secretary wailed.

"President, does your wife know you?" A veteran director asked all of them.

Fu Yicheng turned his head and saw Wen Qian's face still sleeping, a gentle smile appeared naturally: "She doesn't know."

Then he gave the administrative secretary a warning look, the meaning was obvious, if any of them let Wen Qian know about it, it would be over.

The administrative secretary could feel Fu Yicheng's chill through the screen: "President, we'll go and sort out Wen Qian and send it to you."

There's no way, the president protects his wife like an eyeball, they dare not talk nonsense.

As soon as Fu Yicheng hung up the phone, Wen Qian woke up.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I want you to sleep a little longer, I've already decided on the location."

Wen Qian pinched Fu Yicheng's palm, she was indeed a little hungry: "It's a pity that I couldn't get Mrs. Liu here."

"Chinese opera is very unpopular in the dubbing industry. Even if you poach her, you can only offer her as a Buddha." Fu Yicheng felt that Mrs. Liu could see the current situation clearly.

"But Mrs. Liu has no children, so this inheritance will be broken in the future." What she is reluctant to part with is the inheritance.

Fu Yicheng put a piece of meat in Wen Qian's bowl: "You've just given birth, don't worry so much."

Wen Qian shut her mouth embarrassingly.

Although Mrs. Liu didn't want to come over, the opera book and voice training methods given to her were good things. Wen Qian couldn't put it down after reading the first page, and even Fu Rongmo ignored it.

Fu Rongmo is the baby of the whole family now, it's okay if she doesn't take it for a day, with Fu Yicheng around, she doesn't worry about Fu Rongmo at all.

But on the second day Fu Rongmo started to feel strange, he vomited the milk he drank, and whoever hugged him cried and struggled non-stop. They were afraid that they would hurt him if they were too strong, and they would fall him if they were too weak. He put it on the bed and drew a range around it.

It was useless for Fu Yicheng to threaten anything, this was the first time he was at a loss for a child.

"What should I do? Where's Sissi?" Shen lightly paced back and forth in the room.

"In the study." She was probably reading the opera book that Mrs. Liu gave her again, and she has been obsessed with it for the past two days.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Go and call Sissy here." Ning Wenru urged.

Only then did Fu Yicheng come to his senses, and walked out of the baby's room with big strides.

"Sissy."

"What's the matter?" Wen Qian didn't raise her head when she replied to Fu Yi Cheng's words, she kept turning the pages, showing how fascinated she was with this book.

"Tang Yuan is crying non-stop, come and see with me."

"What!" Wen Qian threw down the playbook without saying a word, and asked Fu Yicheng what happened while walking.

As soon as Wen Qian picked up Fu Rongmo, he stopped crying, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, because they missed Mommy.

Wen Qian shook Fu Rongmo's small body: "Don't you usually dislike me, and only like your father?" She just ignored him for two days and became so fussy. I really don't know that this rascal's temperament is inherited who.

But Fu Rongmo couldn't understand anything, he just smiled at Wenqian, because he cried just now, and his eyes were full of tears, and now he looked like a little cat, making everyone who had been worried for a while laugh.

Fu Rongmo's dependence on Wen Qian was beyond Fu Yicheng's imagination. Even when she woke up, the first thing she saw was Wen Qian, she would cry. Wen Qian had no choice but to sleep with the child in her arms. He looked at Fu Rongmo deeply.

Resisting the urge to throw him out of her bed, it's just that the welfare of holding Wenqian at night was taken away, and she was very upset.

I was so upset that I kept dangling in front of Wen Qian and didn't sleep.

"Yi Cheng, you are such an adult, don't worry about children."

"Did I argue with him?"

Wen Qian twitched the corner of her mouth, you didn't say it directly, but didn't that expression say it?
Wen Qian really couldn't get rid of Fu Rongmo, so she took him to practice opera together.