My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Sensing something wrong in the child's tone, Song Wang looked up at him in surprise for a while, and then replied in a daze:

"Over there in my recording studio."

He paused, then felt that Ke Yanze might have misunderstood himself, and added: "I didn't read it."

The latter pursed his lips, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something. When he wanted to explain something for his gaffe, he could only reply dryly in the end.

Over there, Song Wang was still looking at him and didn't speak. He didn't know what to do while standing there, so he turned around and walked towards the other party's recording studio.

This should be the first time he walked into this room that Song Wang used for live broadcast and recording.

The mood is indescribable.

All in all not too good.

He wondered angrily, did he scare Song Wang just now?

But he really didn't mean to.

Standing in front of that door, he paused for a while, then turned his head to look at Song Wang who, after he turned around, began to study the folding crib.

I'll find an opportunity to apologize to that guy Song Wang later, and explain that I didn't do it on purpose.

After thinking about it this way, he finally felt better, so he opened the door and walked in.

The overall decoration of the recording studio is very formal. Whether it is sound insulation measures, or recording and post-production, all necessary equipment is available, and the decoration is also orderly. It can be seen that Song Wang really regards music as his pursuit. .

At that time, after hearing Song Wang say that he was an Internet celebrity, Ke Yanze really questioned the substantive nature of this job.

Yesterday, when he knew that the man who shot the cover of the magazine with Song Wang was the legendary Nogo, Ke Yanze went to search for "Feng Hua" to listen to it.

Although I don't really want to admit it, they cooperate really well.

Yewu's voice is as unrestrained as he was dressed that day, with a bit of wild hoarseness, coupled with Song Wang's soft and deep voice, when singing Wanwan, the excitement or tenderness in his heart will be instantly was ignited.

No wonder it is said that the attack and the receiver are distinct.

Shaking his head to stop himself from thinking about their affairs, Ke Yanze began to search for his file bag in the recording studio.

That file bag is very important.

That's why he was so excited just now.

Looking around in the recording studio, he finally saw the light brown file bag in front of a cabinet.

He walked over with short legs, then tiptoed and reached for the file bag.

The edge of the file bag was still sealed, and Song Wang did not touch his things.

Song Wang is indeed not that kind of person.

The more he thought about it, the more Ke Yanze felt that he had done something wrong just now. He was very annoyed and scratched his short hair frantically.

Young Master Ke, who used to have no regrets even if he was caught by the school for fighting, began to think about how to apologize to Song Wang later and get his forgiveness.

Ke Yanze felt that what he had shown to Song Wang just now was a kind of distrust, so as long as he let the other party know that he still trusted him a lot.

Hey, it really is still smart.

After making up his mind, the child ran out of the recording studio with the file bag in his arms, and closed the door together.

In the living room, Song Wang had almost assembled the folding crib, and looked back when he heard the door close.

Ke Yanze held the file bag tightly, and finally walked in front of him with firm steps, raised his head to look at him, and spoke seriously in his immature and clear childish voice:

"You wash my hair for me."

Song Wang:? ? ?