How's your day

Chapter 49

At night, before going to bed, Cheng Fei curled up under the blanket and made a video call with Song Yu.

"Why are you at home?" Cheng Fei looked at Song Yu who was sitting on the sofa, and the wool lying on Song Yu's shoulder.

Mao Xian was looking at the screen curiously, and a small face came up and sniffed the screen, as if to confirm whether the person on the screen was Cheng Fei.

"Where am I not at home?" Song Yu yawned and said lazily.

"Shouldn't you be in the company right now?" Cheng Fei said, "Why don't you go to the company once I get home? Did you do it on purpose?"

Song Yu glanced at the screen with a smile, "You discovered all of this."

Cheng Fei snorted and looked at the woolen head on the screen, "Can you throw the wool aside, I can't even see your face."

Song Yu gently touched Mao Mao's head, bowed her head and kissed Mao Mao's head, showing her attitude with actions.

Cheng Fei, who failed in the fight for favor: "..."

"By the way, let me tell you something." Song Yu said, "Our album may not be released soon."

"Why?" Cheng Fei asked.

"There is a problem with the production, and it has been postponed."

"How long will it be out?"

"uncertain."

"Then it's no wonder you didn't go to the company." Cheng Fei sighed, "I'm so miserable, why are you so free when I go home?"

Song Yu plucked a handful of wool, and pressed the wool that had been pulling the screen of the phone back into his arms. The wool turned back and yelled at the screen unwillingly. Song Yu wondered: "Why does it like you so much? I didn't feed it less ah."

"I don't know." Cheng Fei looked innocent, "I didn't secretly give it extra meals."

It did happen once that I forgot to feed it.

Song Yu nodded the restless wool in his arms, and cursed dotingly: "You little white-eyed wolf."

Cheng Fei heard Lin Xuan calling him in the bathroom, asking him to help get a piece of clothing.He put down his cell phone, found Lin Xuan's pajamas in the cabinet, and walked to the door of the bathroom.

Lin Xuan opened a crack in the door, stretched out an arm from the inside to take the clothes, "I seem to have a voice."

"Well, I'm videoing with Song Yu." Cheng Fei gave him the clothes, "Hurry up and wash them, I'm sweating all over today and I'm sick to death."

"Well, right away." Lin Xuan closed the bathroom door.

Cheng Fei lay back on the bed and picked up his phone. Song Yu on the other side of the screen was no longer on the sofa, but went to the kitchen. Cheng Fei asked him, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Yu took out a box of cut fruits from the refrigerator, and showed it to the camera, "Yu Yao gave it."

"Why is he so virtuous." Cheng Fei smacked his tongue, "He can cook and do housework, even cut fruits like flowers."

Song Yu returned to the sofa with the fruit box, crossed her legs, put a piece of watermelon into her mouth with a fork, puffed her cheeks and said, "Why did you go there just now?"

"Lin Xuan forgot to take his clothes in the shower, I'll give it to him."

"He's at your house? Didn't you say he lives in a dormitory?"

"Stay at my house for two days and then go back to school. If he doesn't come to my house for two days after the holiday, my parents will definitely not be happy." Cheng Fei heard the sound of the bathroom door, and turned to see Lin Xuan coming out of the shower, " Have you washed it?"

"Well, you can wash it." Lin Xuan wiped his dripping hair with a towel.

Cheng Fei got up from the bed and said to Song Yu, "I'm going to take a shower, so I won't talk anymore."

Song Yu chewed a large piece of watermelon, stretched out his hand to turn off the video with a blank expression.Seeing that Cheng Fei's face was gone, the woolen thread beside him yelled at Song Yu anxiously. Song Yu glanced at it, forked a small piece of watermelon for it, and handed it to his mouth.

Mao Mao ignored the watermelon next to his mouth, and kept barking, and even looked at the blacked-out phone screen twice.

"If you don't eat it, I will." Song Yu withdrew his hand and threw the watermelon into his mouth.

After more than a month, Xie Shu contacted Song Yu and asked him to go to a restaurant on weekend nights.

"The general manager of our company is over there to discuss business. He just has the time to meet with you. He has the full authority to decide on your album. You have a good talk with him. How to write the composer's name is just a matter of his words. "Xie Shu said this on the phone, "Don't say I won't help you, this is an opportunity I haven't won easily for you, if you don't grasp it this time, then the album will only be ruined."

Song Yu hung up the phone, after much deliberation, she decided to go.

Regardless of whether it can be done or not, anyway, a dead horse is a living horse doctor, and the album will not be released at worst.

He didn't discuss with the team members before he went, and he didn't inform them, because Xie Shu said: "Boss Zhang is very busy, so don't go all in one go, just go by yourself, just explain the matter to him and say a few nice words. gone."

Song Yu found the room according to the box number given by Xie Shu, knocked on the door, pushed it open and walked in.

There were six or seven people sitting inside, and one of them, a middle-aged man in his 40s, saw him and said, "You are Song Yu, right? Xie Shu told me." He patted the empty seat next to him, " Come, sit here."

Song Yu walked over and sat down, facing the eyes of a group of people in the box, "Mr. Zhang."

Mr. Zhang nodded, and introduced to the others at the table: "This is our company's newly signed lead singer. I heard it once before, and the singing is pretty good."

Song Yu said to him: "Mr. Zhang, I'm here for the album."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand and said indifferently: "I know, I heard people say that before, it's a trivial matter."

A person next to him said: "The lead singer is quite pretty, but I don't know how well he sings. It just so happens that he is here too, Mr. Zhang, why don't you let us open our ears too?"

Mr. Zhang turned his head and said to Song Yu, "Come on, sing a few lines for everyone to listen to."

Song Yu looked at him calmly and didn't speak. He looked around at the people on the table looking at him, picked up the beer bottle in front of him, "I won't sing the song, I'm a junior, I'll respect everyone first." After finishing speaking He tilted his neck and downed the wine.

The person who said he was going to sing just now clapped his hands excitedly after seeing him drink up a bottle, "Okay! Young people are courageous." He said to Mr. Zhang, "The people signed by your company are interesting."

Mr. Zhang smiled and nodded.

Song Yu put down the wine bottle, wiped his mouth, and turned to look at Mr. Zhang, "Mr. Zhang?"

Mr. Zhang looked at him and said meaningfully: "I'll talk about what's going on later."

It didn't take long for Song Yu to understand what he meant, because Shi Yang came.He obviously knew everyone in the box, and after greeting him skillfully, he sat on the other side of Mr. Zhang.

"Hey, why are you here? I didn't see you just now." Shi Yang said to Song Yu with a fake smile on his side.

Song Yu looked at him blankly, "Then you may have to go to the ophthalmology department, you can't see at such an age."

"I'm sorry, I stayed up all night last night, and I'm not in a good mood." Shi Yang yawned, "After all, our album will be released soon, so we can't be busy."

Mr. Zhang put his arms around his waist, "You have to pay attention to rest when you are busy. Why are you working so hard? You are not allowed to stay up late in the future. If you have anything to do, let other people do it. What is Xie Shu doing for food? Giving him such a high salary is not enough. It wasn't for him to sit idle."

Shi Yang seemed to be covered in cartilage, and his whole body had to stick to Mr. Zhang, "I see, I'm excited, anyway, it's my first album in life, I want to make it perfect."

"There will be more opportunities to release albums in the future." Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of his nose, "You won't be so nervous when you release a few more albums."

Song Yu looked at the two of them coldly, and understood everything disgustingly.Just when he was about to get up and leave, Shi Yang suddenly said to him: "Hey, I heard that your album is stuck. It seems to be the problem of Mr. Li, right?"

Song Yu didn't speak.

Shi Yang continued: "I have also been in contact with him. He is just like this. Everything has to write his name, which is very annoying."

Mr. Zhang said dotingly: "He hates that he won't be used after that."

"That can't be done." Shi Yang said with a smile, "Although he hates him, he still has some skills. He is a talent. You can't drive him away just because I hate him."

"It's just embarrassing Brother Song. I've listened to your songs a few times, and it's not bad. It would be a pity if the album just got stuck like this." Shi Yang said regretfully.

He glanced at Song Yu's face, and said: "Actually, this matter is not difficult to solve, it's just a matter of Mr. Zhang's words, right Mr. Zhang?"

Mr. Zhang looked at Shi Yang, who was looking up and looking cute, and itched to put his hand into his clothes, rubbing against his waist.

Shi Yang froze for a moment, and then the smile on his face grew wider. He pressed Mr. Zhang's hand, and whispered shyly, "There are so many people here."

"Let go of you first." Mr. Zhang squeezed his waist again before stopping.

Shi Yang pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to tidy up the lifted clothes.

Song Yu was drank several glasses of wine in different ways by Shi Yang. After drinking a few glasses, he also understood that Mr. Zhang, who was standing next to him smiling and watching coldly, had no intention of helping him solve the album at all. Xie Shu asked him to come here today. It was Shi Yang's instigation, purely to punish him.

He drank Shi Yang's full glass of wine in front of him, put down the glass and said, "Mr. Zhang, I have something to do later, so I won't bother you."

"Don't worry, why are you leaving in such a hurry." Before Mr. Zhang could speak, Shi Yang said beside him, "I'm only halfway through the meal, so it might be impolite to leave now."

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Do you still remember that kid Yu Yao from before?" Shi Yang looked at him with a half-smile, "Dreams of being a star all day long, always talking nonsense about why he will definitely debut and become popular in the future, and he still looks decent. There is a fan support club, and I don’t know if it still exists.”

"What do you mean?" Song Yu looked at him coldly.

Shi Yang smiled, "Doesn't he want to be a star the most? Now that his wish is about to come true, isn't he very happy?"

After finishing speaking, he sighed pretendingly, "But your album has been stuck and can't be released, and I don't know if Yu Yao will hide at home and cry in disappointment. He used to be a crying bag, and he would cry when the fart was big. The sky is dark and the sky is dark, as if being bullied."

Song Yu sneered, "Isn't it just being bullied? The person who bullied him is still sitting in front of me."

"Me?" Shi Yang pointed at himself exaggeratedly, "Heaven and earth conscience, I have never bullied him. It's not like you don't know who he is. He's like a small firecracker. How dare I recruit him."

Song Yu didn't bother to talk about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet with him here, "What do you want to do? Just say it."

"Okay." Shi Yang picked up the white wine bottle and red wine bottle next to him, and took a large glass for drinking beer, mixed the two bottles of wine into it, filled a large glass, and placed it in front of Song Yu, " As long as you drink up this glass of wine, we can guarantee that the matter of your album can be resolved smoothly." He tapped the table with his finger and raised the corners of his lips, "But if you find it difficult, I won't force you, you Just go."

Song Yu stared at him for a while without saying a word, then took the wine glass in one hand and poured it down with his head raised.