Chapter 607

An Ruixin didn't know that she and Shen Jinghai had just said a few words, which made people misunderstand her relationship with Shen Jinghai.

After ye Zhaoyi sat in the backstage studio for about 20 minutes, Yan huaisong finally finished his work and came to find someone.

This is their first meeting. Although they have seen each other's photos before, they know what each other looks like. It is obvious that there are two different feelings between seeing real people and seeing photos.

The man in front of him looks almost 1.8 meters tall, wearing a casual jacket and light blue jeans. He looks very free, but he has a different temperament.

The two pillars of Yaosheng, Mo Rufeng, are just like a flash in the pan in one's life.

The person in front of him is more like a cup of wine. If you don't get close to him, you can smell the aroma of the wine. Once you get close to him, you can easily indulge in the aroma, and it's hard to escape.

"Hello, I'm Yin huaisong." A man's voice is as clear and magnetic as wine.

An Ruixin quickly responded and reached out to hold Yan huaisong: "Hello, master Yin, I'm an Ruixin."

"Just call me huaige. Thank you for your help about ruoxuan. "

Yan huaisong was so polite, but an Ruixin didn't dare to take it seriously. She said with a smile, "master Yan is polite. You are in the same company. When you see her misunderstood, you can't just stand by and do something. You don't have to worry about it."

Naturally, Yan huaisong also noticed this, and coughed softly: "thank you anyway. Of course, one yard to one yard. I appreciate your help. But I'm serious about my work. If you don't meet my requirements, I won't show you any mercy. "

An Ruixin looked as like as two peas in Yin's song, which were exactly the same as Yin, but he was really a brother and sister.

"I'm looking forward to it," she said with a deep breath and a smile

Yan huaisong's private music room is a recording studio specially set up for him by Yaosheng, which is his privilege as the king of heaven. Many people in the whole company envy him, but no one dares to complain.

Because they all knew that Yan huaisong deserved it because of his current status.

And today, this recording studio, which belongs to the king of heaven alone, has ushered in a brand new visitor.

An Ruixin looks at a row of brand-new high-end stereos in the recording room, and then thinks about the dilapidated equipment in the ordinary recording room she went to before. She can't help but sigh in her heart that people are more angry than people.

"You wrote all the songs that sister Shan submitted?"

"Well."

"There are some songs I like very much, but I have a question for miss an."

An Rui is glad to hear that the speech is slightly a Zheng, but some accidents: "what's the problem?"

"Generally speaking, the songs that people can really remember have one characteristic, that is, the soul. Each song expresses different feelings, so the effect of singers is different. Under normal circumstances, songs can also best reflect the true feelings of the composer's inner world. Some of the feelings expressed in miss an's songs are hysterical, which makes people feel very despairing. Can I venture to ask, "under what circumstances did miss an write such a song?"