Marriage is coming

But Lin Xuan couldn't sit still, mainly because the recording studio was too hot, the stuffy heat almost made Lin Xuan, a pregnant woman, feel bad.

She licked her lips, took out a wet tissue from her bag, and wiped the thin sweat from her forehead. Seeing Lin Xuan's movements, the staff smiled embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, Mrs. Mu, this There is a problem with the air conditioner in the recording studio, and someone is already repairing it, shall I turn on the ceiling fan for you?"

The ceiling fan in the recording studio is actually just a decorative lamp, because Lve Ying is also a famous place in Yancheng, and the people who go in and out on weekdays are all well-known actors, and the air conditioner is constantly used throughout the year. Pass.

Lin Xuan nodded. It's hot in summer. Turning on a ceiling fan is better than no wind.

But there was dust on the fan. Lin Xuan was wearing a white dress. She stood aside for a while before asking the staff to open it.

In the inner recording studio, the air was not broken, and Shen Yunxi was about to record for the second time.

As soon as he yelled, the door of the recording studio was pushed open from the outside, and Mu Jingshen walked in. The man was tall and strong, and the huge recording studio seemed cramped for no reason.

Mu Jingshen didn't seem to notice Shen Yunxi's excitement, looked around, stretched out his hand to tug on the collar of his shirt, and frowned: "Why is the room like a steamer?"

It's hot, even with the ceiling fan on, it still makes people feel uncomfortable.

This kind of wind is too heavy, blowing too much headache.

Mu Jingshen was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, so he probably rarely suffers from this kind of grievance. Lin Xuan frowned and said, "The space in the recording studio is broken, and it is being repaired."

His eyes are deep, and the glimpse of the ceiling fan is reflected in his pupils, full of light: "If the air conditioner is broken, change to a recording studio..."

Lin Xuan stretched out a finger and pressed it on her lips. The snow-white skin and bright red lips formed a strong visual impact, and Mu Jing took a deep breath involuntarily.

"Hush, Ah Shen, Miss Shen is now feeling that if she goes to another recording studio, she may have to brew again."

"Besides, Lve Ying doesn't have many resources in the first place. It's for the artistes of his own company. It's good enough to give us one room. How can we say that we can just change one room?"

Mu Jingshen glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

Shen Yunxi is singing inside, her voice is sexy, with a little milky sound, mixed with maturity, very worthy of the title of "natural singer", plus the melodious tune...

Lin Xuan couldn't concentrate all the time, mainly because the ceiling fan above was spinning too much back and forth. Lin Xuan subconsciously looked up, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

The ceiling fan has not been turned on all year round, and the interface with the ceiling cannot bear the weight of the ceiling fan. A gap has been cracked, and the crack is getting bigger and bigger. The cracking sound is buried by the sound from the ceiling fan. No abnormality was found.

and……

Mu Jingshen happened to be standing under the fan. He was wearing a black suit with one hand, and the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, exposing a strong forearm. His posture was relaxed, and he looked in Shen Yunxi's direction with his eyes, noticing anything unusual.

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat twice, the stimulation was too great, and the words she wanted Mu Jingshen to avoid seemed to be stuck in her voice and choked in her throat.

The ceiling fan above the head was overwhelmed and fell down suddenly.

"A Shen!"