Almighty Star Daddy

"Dad, did you miss me?" Xuan Xuan's milky voice reached Han Mo's ears through the radio waves.

Han Mo couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "Of course I do."

In fact, Xuanxuan is fine, because she didn't see her father at night, she misses her father very much, and is not very happy. As the head teacher, Ding Rou only knew after seeing the child's abnormal inquiry, so she lent the phone to the child and asked her to call her father. Telephone.

The father and daughter chatted for a while before hanging up the phone reluctantly.

Han Mo replied that there was still a smile on his face that didn't retreat. He didn't explain much, just said sorry, and went back to the recording studio.

Jin Mei rolled her eyes and looked at Han Mo coldly. At first, she could pretend to be peaceful on the surface, but now Jin Mei has completely removed her disguise and waited for Han Mo to make a fool of herself, completely hiding her dissatisfaction with Han Mo.

On the surface, Wang Qian is a giggling and heartless little girl, but she is actually very delicate. She can see that Han Mo's gentle smile seems to be reminiscent of the content of the phone call just now, but after entering the studio, all the expressions All taken away, only polite and indifferent.

Standing in front of the microphone again, Han Mochao made a gesture with the recording engineer. He had never cooperated before, but his body language was the same everywhere. With one or two simple gestures, there was absolutely no obstacle to communication.

"Baby baby I am your big tree, I will accompany you to watch the sunrise all my life... This is the first time to be your father, our mood is a bit complicated... Baby baby time's hand With one wave, you are forever precious..."

Han Mo sang emotionally. The sound engineer and the staff listened carefully, looking for flaws in the singing. If they were not satisfied, they would immediately stop and re-record. They were very professional, and even minor deficiencies would be heard immediately. , They looked at the computer screen, their ears listened to the sound transmitted by Han Mo's microphone, and their lips kept the mouth shape of a stop, but they didn't say the word at the last moment.

"La la la la... la la la la... Twinkle twinkle little stars all over the sky... Twinkle twinkle little star. How i wonder.... ..”

After the last sound was sung, the tuner made a gesture, and Han Mo took off the headset.

Jin Mei couldn't believe it was over. She was still immersed in Han Mo's singing. The purpose of the team she brought was to find out the deficiencies in Han Mo's singing, and then replace him. Listening to the song even forgot to find the mistake, she swept the five people behind her with a commanding gaze.

The five people only remembered their tasks after they received the signal. I just listened to such a beautiful song. I don't have time to pick on faults. A few people are a bit embarrassed. The other people who could say something insightful, but no one said anything. They avoided Jin Mei's eyes and pretended not to understand.

Her subordinates were unreliable. Jin Mei glared at the five people behind her, stood up and walked towards the recording engineers, "Play what Han Mo sang just now, and I'll see if there are any flaws."

The tuners paused when they heard Jin Mei's words, frowning a little dissatisfied. They are professional, and if they didn't stop just now, there must be absolutely no problem. Jin Mei's current attitude is obviously that they don't believe the results of their recording, although they are not happy. , didn't say much, Jin Mei let it go, and they let it go.

Han Mo just thought about it, and saw Jinmei's aggressive past in the glass window. He couldn't hear it inside, but he could feel that she was picking on faults, so Han Mo simply stood there, didn't go out, and waited at any time. Re-record.

Wang Qian doesn't care if Jin Mei wants to pick on faults or not. At this moment, she is standing outside the recording room like a little fan girl, watching Han Mo's every move through the glass. TV stations often come in and out of all kinds of stars, and there are many popular young students. small meat,

Not to mention being infatuated, Wang Qian has never had the desire to take a group photo, but she just likes to listen to Han Mo sing.

When Han Mo's singing was played again, Jin Mei hummed inwardly, not believing that there was nothing wrong with it, even if a professional singer didn't record the song three or five times, don't think about it, let alone an amateur.

The sound engineer was very satisfied with Han Mo's voice and was confident in his professionalism. Wang Qian listened to the song again with enjoyment, while Jin Mei and her subordinates were completely different. They listened with pricked ears. , for fear of missing a word, as long as there is something bad, it must be sung again.

Jinmei did not believe in evil, and played it all over again until she heard the last note to stop, and did not find any flaws.

"Play it again." Jin Mei said in a strong tone.

At this time, Han Mo had come out of the recording studio and was standing behind a few people. The recording engineer gave him a thumbs up. After being in the circle for so long, Han Mo's voice was the cleanest and most infectious they had ever encountered. Yes, both the familiarity of the song and the sound quality are remarkable, but Jin Mei played it again without patience.

At the end of this time, Jin Mei was already a little impatient. Leng Daozi's eyes swept to the people she brought. Several people's hearts sank, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

Wang Qian knew that Jin Mei would not gain anything even if she looped this single to the evening, she said proudly, "Mr. Jin, can we sign a contract? Happy Valley's style is that time comes first. We still have something to do in the afternoon, why don't we sign the contract quickly, and each is busy?"

Jin Mei is unwilling to admit defeat, but she has no choice. She has listened to the song three times, and there is no problem at all. No matter how persistent Jin Mei is, she cannot distort the facts, "Mr. Han, you sing well, let's sign the contract, we will use the most Get this song on the market fast."

Han Mo doesn't care when they put them on the market, as long as the money is in hand.

Although Jin Mei doesn't like Han Mo, she is still a resolute person in her bones. She doesn't want to waste time on things that can't be changed. After signing the contract, she has a dark face, stepped on Xiantian Gao, and took a few subordinates out of the studio. , She was in a bad mood and didn't even want to talk, and it just so happened that no one else wanted to talk to her.

After the people from Happy Valley left, the atmosphere in the studio became harmonious. The recording engineers were all engaged in music. After staying in the studio for a long time, I had seen all the singers. , but in their words, as long as you can read it, the buddies can make it into a song for you. It only takes time. They naturally like Han Mo, which saves time and effort, and everyone is happy.

After a casual chat with the studio’s recording engineer, it was noon before Ding Dong’s phone rang. Han Mo glanced at the screen. It seemed to be a video with a lot of hits. There were too many news pushed every day. He was so concerned that he put the phone back in his trouser pocket.

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In a rental house on the outskirts of Beidu, Zhang Xiang was lying on the bed, drooling from the corner of his mouth on the pillow.

Ringlingling, a rush of cell phone ringing, woke up Zhang Xiang, who was dreaming to be an internet celebrity. He frowned and didn't open his eyes. He fumbled with one hand on the bedside table for a while before touching the phone, and swiped it. The screen, lazily squeezed out a word, "Hey..."

The moment it was connected, the other end of the phone shouted loudly, "Hey, what are you doing, Fatty is still sleeping, you don't have access to the Internet."

Zhang Xiang was still half asleep and half awake. He was very annoyed by the noise from his best friend, "What net, I want to sleep."

"Sleep you big head, hurry up and look at the video you posted yesterday, it exploded, exploded."

When he woke up, his mind was a little dull, but Zhang Xiang still closed his eyes, "What happened?"

"Break you! Click, fuck, go online." The best friend swears and hangs up the phone.

click? Zhang Xiang slowly sat up from the bed, turned on the computer, and logged in to the account where he uploaded the video.

All the while, the page where only he left a message was filled with comments. He widened his eyes and moved his eyes slowly to the position where the clicks were displayed. The clicks were changing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

He couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed his sleepy eyes carelessly, swallowed, closed his eyes forcefully, opened them again, stunned for a moment, and took a breath of cold air. The phone that I haven't had time to put down falls to the ground.