Your voice is very similar to my CP

With such a simple sentence, all the anger and grievance in Tong Qian's heart disappeared completely.

That's right, there is a great god, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Ah!" Tong Qian sneezed, gathered his clothes, and finally felt cold.He closed the window, lay on the bed and watched the words from Nan'an, "Hey hey hey..."

Mu Xiao hurried over and asked, "Are you mad?" He tried to put his hand on Tong Qian's forehead, but he opened it.

Tong Qian pressed the phone screen in his arms and said, "Oh, don't worry about me, you're busy with your work!"

"Something's wrong." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mu Xiao said, "You were bitter and bitter just now, why did you become elated so quickly, I can see little flowers popping up all around you."

Tong Qian hurriedly patted the surroundings and said, "Where are the little flowers, my anger is gone. Let's just let this matter go. The Great God doesn't care, what do I care about."

When Mu Xiao returned to his bed, Tong Qian glanced at him quietly, saw that he was lying on the bed with his back facing him, and then picked up his phone to look at it. The chat history was still on the screen, and he just flipped a few sentences. After watching it several times, I was so beautiful that I rolled around on the bed, but rolled out of bed with a "bang".

Mu Xiao was so startled that he jumped up and shouted, "I'll wipe it! You're crazy!"

"hiss……"

What is extreme joy begets sorrow! ! !

Tong Qian rubbed his waist and sat up. Fortunately, he was wearing thick winter clothes, otherwise he would roll down to the ground unprepared, and his eyes would be staring at him.

"Mistake..." Tong Qian stood up with difficulty while supporting the bed with one hand.

Although there was a small episode, Tong Qian slept peacefully that night without any influence.

only……

"Ah!" Tong Qian sniffed, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his nose.

"What's wrong with Xiaoqian, didn't you feel well before we left last night? Did you catch a cold this morning?" Wen Hao grabbed his shoulder and said with a smirk, "Did you kick the quilt at night?"

"I'm not a child!" Tong Qian retorted, of course, if the voice was not so hoarse, it would be more imposing, and he was choked by saliva after speaking, and kept coughing.

"Brother Wen, don't worry about him, he just did it for himself." Mu Xiao patted Tong Qian's back with a mournful face, "Tell me about him, on such a cold day, he blew a cool breeze on the window sill for an hour, and even took off his clothes to blow it. This is completely telling the disease, come and invade me!" After speaking, he felt uneasy, and the strength of his hands on the back could not help but increase.

"Loose... loosen up..." Tong Qian was patted and only threw himself forward, Wen Hao hurriedly helped him up, "cough cough cough, I was fine before going to bed...why did I catch a cold when I woke up."

Wen Hao said, "Why don't you take a day off today?"

Tong Qian waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I can handle it, just take some medicine."

Fortunately, Tong Qian doesn't have many scenes today, and most of the time he can lie on the armchair and squint.

Mu Xiao was hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He was more anxious than anyone else when Tong Qian fell ill. He adjusted the blanket covering Tong Qian and explained to the crew. Come in buckets.

Tong Qian was moved when he woke up and saw the thermos in Mu Xiao's hand. Although he had a sore throat and didn't want to say anything or eat anything, he smiled and thanked him and said, "That's great, I just want to eat some of this."

The warm sugar water flowed down the throat, and it was indeed a lot more comfortable.

In the evening, although Tong Qianren was refreshed, his cold hadn't improved yet.

There were only five people in the crew group. Maybe Nan'an had said something to Pang Dajun in private, and Pang Dajun sent a message in the group.

Fat Dajun: I told our club today, at worst, we will take over this drama, what the hell is that, I really think of myself as a character!

An Ziyu: That's right, our crew is still doing well after the end! !

Going up to the West Building alone: ​​I want to see the jokes of our crew, but we just don’t let them do what they want! !

Nan'an: Thank you for your kindness, but don't use your entire community as a target. Now that the post matter is full of turmoil, whoever takes over will be a hot potato.I have my own arrangements, you just need to record well.It's just that I've been busy recently, and this drama will be put on hold for a while, so don't worry, it won't be a trap.

Fat Dajun: OK!By the way, are you ready for tomorrow's song meeting! ! !

concert! ! ? ?

Just say it seems to have forgotten something!

He practiced the song hard for four days, but he was annoyed by the events of the two days ending, and then he caught a cold, so what will happen to the upcoming song tomorrow!

It's time for him to show his skills!

It's just that the house is leaking and it rains all night, and the boat is late and the wind is blowing!

Tong Qian suddenly felt that there was nothing to love in his life. He lay on the bed with his dead body, and sighed in his heart: finally, he was able to sing in front of hundreds of audiences.

But judging by the signs, tomorrow should not get better so quickly.

He coughed heavily and successfully attracted the attention of Mu Xiao who was combing his hair in front of the mirror. He glanced at Tong Qian from the mirror and said, "What's wrong?"

Tong Qian endured the pain in his heart and said, "Can you sing for me at the song meeting tomorrow?"

Mu Xiao flatly refused, "No."

Tong Qian felt that he had made a great sacrifice, but the other party actually sneered, and he said sadly: "There are hundreds of spectators, so cool..."

"I don't like to show off."

"I can hear a lot of compliments..."

Mu Xiao twitched the corner of his mouth. Could it be that Tong Qian is eager to try because he wants others to praise him for singing well?It's just that he has no idea about his own level. I'm afraid that, let alone being praised, people may smash eggs. Thinking of this, he can't help but feel that it's God's will for Tong Qian to catch a cold. He goes to sing.

It's just that it's obviously inhumane to make the patient feel sad, so he immediately suggested against his conscience: "Otherwise, ask Brother Wen to sing for you. Look, my singing is not very good. If your reputation on the Internet is ruined, But Brother Wen is different, he is a professional, and when the time comes, he will give you more face when he speaks up?"

It seems that this is the truth!

The more Tong Qian thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was very good, and he praised without hesitation: "Mu Xiao, you are really amazing, why didn't I think of it, if you go to sing and you can't sing at my level, then others must think People are divided into groups, and my level is also very poor, but it will be different if it is Brother Wen."

Mu Xiao didn't care that he was hacked by Tong Qian, and encouraged him enthusiastically: "Yes, yes, go and talk to Brother Wen."

Tong Qian immediately put on his clothes and found Wen Hao's room.

"Xiaoqian? What's wrong with coming so late?"

Tong Qian nodded and said, "There is something, it's very important."

Upon hearing this, Wen Hao hurriedly let him in and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"Didn't I say last time that there was a song meeting on the Internet, and I promised others to come to a song."

Wen Hao recalled and said: "I understand, I see that you were still practicing singing two days ago?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Tong Qian felt sad, he sucked his nose again, and said pitifully: "It's a pity that the practice is in vain, and my voice can't play to my true level."

Wen Hao comforted and said sympathetically, "It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future."

"So." Tong Qian looked at Wen Hao pleadingly, "Here, brother Wen is the best. I want you to sing for me tomorrow."

Wen Hao, who was put on a high hat, straightened his back and coughed lightly, "It's a small matter, isn't it just a song, brother will go out tomorrow, and I promise not to lose your people!"

"Thank you Brother Wen!" After getting the answer, Tong Qian heaved a sigh of relief as if he had solved a major event in his life. In fact, he still didn't say the second half of the sentence. He felt that only the one who could match his level here Only Wen Hao left.