The recording studio is very close to the parking roadside, less than two hundred meters.

But this short distance was extremely long for Lin Yao. Fangfang next to her couldn't help but want to reach out to help her, but she forced her back with her eyes.

The little assistant felt very distressed, but he also knew that Sister Yao was gentle on the surface but stubborn on the inside. He could only watch Lin Yao walk these more than two hundred steps normally.

Mo Yan contacted the boss in advance, and a manager helped them open the door, and several people walked into the recording studio.

This recording studio is on the first floor and is large in area. It houses instruments such as pianos, electronic pianos, guitars, bass, drums, violins, as well as recording equipment such as microphones, monitors, headphones and computers.

Lin Yao walked into the recording studio and sat directly on a chair closest to the door. Her feet hurt so much that she couldn't hold on.

Fang Xiaole didn't notice Lin Yao's abnormality. At this moment, his attention was attracted by the various instruments in the recording studio.

“This place is really nice!”

Lin Yao smiled and said, "The owner of this recording studio is a friend of Sister Yan. She was also a singer before. I heard from Sister Yan that this is the best recording studio in Jiangrong in the whole of her."

“It’s indeed professional.”

Fang Xiaole was excited like a child walking into a room full of toys, looking left and right, and he couldn't put down every piece, musical instrument and recording equipment.

He walked to an electronic piano and sat down, tried the notes a few times, and couldn't help but play the prelude to "Roof".

The melodious and pleasant sound of piano began to echo in the empty singing hall.

Lin Yao looked at the man playing the piano in a daze. His eyebrows were elegant and resolute, his fingers were slender, and his face was focused and intoxicated when playing the piano.

His indulgence made her intoxicated.

"Sister Yao, are you okay?"

Fangfang took a handkerchief to help Lin Yao wipe the sweat beads on her forehead and said with pain: "Why don't you let Assistant Fang practice first, you can rest for a while?"

"How can that work? We finally found some feeling that night in the car. How could I be lazy here alone?"

Lin Yao supported the table next to her with one hand and slowly stood up.

Fang Xiaole was immersed in playing, and his fingers were playing, and his body and mind were happy. The only drawback was that the only thing that was played was a little monotonous.

Suddenly, a bass-playing sound rang out, gently colliding with the melody of the electronic piano.

The sounds of two beautiful musical instruments merged into one without any barrier, just like the stars accompanying the bright moon, gently and softly, floating.

Fang Xiaole looked up and saw Lin Yao sitting not far away, playing with the bass.

The beautiful girl in a white dress looks like a fairy who is not as good as the world. She holds a rock-like bass, but there is no abrupt feeling. Instead, she adds a touch of playfulness and cuteness to her pure beauty and gentleness.

Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect that a girl with the temperament of Lin Yao would even play bass.

Lin Yao also smiled sweetly at Fang Xiaole. At this moment, she was immersed in the music and forgot to be shy and timid, and she and Fang Xiaole were playing while watching each other.

This song is very long, making the two of them more tacit understanding while playing.

This song is short because the player always hopes that the song will never end.

"Ahem, why do I feel a little choking? Is it too sweet for lunch?"

Fangfang looked at this scene and suddenly felt her tongue sweet and her chest was stuffy, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

At the end of the song, Lin Yao quickly turned her head and did not dare to look at Fang Xiaole again.

"Lin Yao, you can even bounce the bass, and you're so good at bounce, so amazing!"

Fang Xiaole sincerely exclaimed: "No wonder they call you a talented woman."

"That's right, our Sister Yao is not only a talented woman in the music industry, but also a national goddess. Those who like her can rank from Jiang Rong to Antarctica."

Fangfang also came over and said proudly.

"Fangfang!" Lin Yao gently pushed her away and said embarrassedly to Xiaole, "Don't listen to her nonsense."

Lin Yao's face turned a little red. She always felt that being praised in front of him was a bit like being introduced to her blind date by a matchmaker. She was so shameful, so quickly change the topic:

"By the way, Sister Yan said that if you need to ask musicians to accompany the musician, you can contact the boss and see how many people you need."

Fang Xiaole thought for a while and said, "We can both play and sing, and just find two accompaniment teachers. By the way, what else do you know except bass?"

"I know the instruments, piano, drum set, saxophone, Yang Qin, flute, guitar, erhu." Lin Yao stretched out her green jade fingers and counted while holding her fingers.

This number is almost an integer count from blowing, plucking, pulling the strings, from nationality to the West.

"So amazing?" Fang Xiaole was really surprised. Even on the earth in the past, there were few female singers so comprehensive.

The key is that he is so beautiful!

"You are not giving other female singers a way out." Fang Xiaole exclaimed sincerely.

No wonder there are so many people on the Internet who are black Lin Yao, and the woods are so beautiful that they will be destroyed by the wind.

In Fang Xiaole's stunning and admiring eyes, Lin Yao lowered her head shyly, but her heart was so sweet.

Who doesn’t want to be praised by someone they like?

"Then you play the piano, I'm a bass, and the boss will send a drummer and a saxophone player over. Do you think this is OK?"

Fang Xiaole, who was thinking about how to arrange the musician, didn't notice Lin Yao's expression. Seeing that Lin Yao was still lowering her head after she finished speaking, she asked strangely:

"Lin Yao, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Lin Yao raised her head and waved her hand in a little panic: "No, nothing, just do what you said."

Then Fangfang contacted the studio owner, and the other party replied that the drummer and saxophone would come over later.

While waiting, Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao seized the time and sang together while playing.

At this time, Fangfang's cell phone rang. It was Mo Yan's phone call. She walked out of the recording studio and answered.

After Mo Yan asked Lin Yao about singing, he suddenly asked, "Is Lin Yao next to you?"

"No, Sister Yao is practicing singing, I'm outside the recording studio."

Fangfang looked back at the recording studio and wondered why Sister Yao and Assistant Fang always liked to look at each other when playing the piano. Are you not afraid of playing the wrong one?

"Fangfang, don't let Lin Yao go online these days."

Mo Yan's voice was a little low, and Fangfang understood something at once.

"Sister Yan, is there someone else on the Internet in Sister Heiyao? Is it Huang Yin who did it again?"

"You don't have to worry too much about these. In short, don't let Lin Yao go online these days. She was hurt and was in a better mood. After recording the songs, she still had to record the program after a few days. You must not be distracted at this time."

Mo Yan didn't say much, as if he was in a hurry to deal with something, so he hung up the phone after giving a few instructions.

Fangfang stood there, silent for a moment, turned to look into the recording studio, and found that Lin Yao was still practicing singing, so she picked up her mobile phone and surfed the Internet to check the news about Lin Yao.

After watching it for less than five minutes, Fangfang's face became extremely ugly.
Chapter completed!