Mr.Lu Spoils Wife So Much

Don't know why, her face suddenly red, even eyes don't dare to see Lu Yan meet.

She immediately stood up, lowered her head, and called respectfully, "Lu Shao."

Everyone present was not surprised that Bai Jia knew Lu Yanyu.

After all, who is Lu Yanyu?

That's a big figure who often appears in the media. I'm afraid there are no people who really don't know him.

And in the hearts of Hang Han and Mu Qingyue, they all think that Lu Yanyu came to Mu Qingyue.

It's a good thing to meet you. It's going to be on in a week. Time is very urgent. It's not unreasonable for Lu Yanyu to pay attention to it.

Who let Mu Qingyue be his niece!

Hang Han also introduced Lu Yanyu, "president, this is Bai Jia, who just came for an interview today. She just wrote a song in half an hour. It's great!"

In his words, he did not hide his appreciation of Bai Jia.

Lu Yanyu was more and more proud of Bai Jia in his heart, but he nodded quietly on his face and looked straight at Bai Jia's face

Bai Jia's head was lowered by him, and he felt that his cheek was very hot.

Hang Han asked Lu Yanyu, "president, since Qingyue is here, let's let Qingyue watch the song and sing it on the spot to see if Qingyue likes it."

Lu Yanyu then turned his eyes away from Bai Jia's face, took a few steps and stood aside, "I don't mind. You are a professional. You are the master here."

He showed that he just came to have a look, and did not give hang Han and Bai Jia any pressure.

This is also the reason why so many excellent film and television people are willing to compete with Lu Yue.

As long as you can compete for the top position in the industry, you will have an absolute say in that industry. Lu Yanyu always only looks at the results, but does not ask about the process.

Hang Han knows, and then hands the music book to Mu Qingyue, let her get familiar with it.

Turning his head, he saw Bai Jia's guitar on the edge of his chair and asked him, "can you play guitar?"

No matter how far Lu Yanyu stands from Baijia, Baijia can't ignore his strong sense of existence.

She was nervous. "Well, I can barely play."

It's not that she's modest, it's that she's afraid of being nervous and then acting out of her way.

Hang Han looks at Lu Yanyu standing on one side and can't help laughing. Not to mention Bai Jia, even those old people in Lu Yueli are nervous when they see Lu Yanyu, let alone show themselves in front of him.

It's just that Lu Yanyu's aura is so powerful that it gives people a huge pressure.

Hang Han raised his hand and patted Bai Jia on the shoulder, comforting him, "it's OK, the president just has a look, don't be nervous, believe in your strength!"

Lu Yanyu looks at hang Han's hand on Bai Jia's shoulder. His eyes darken and his eyes narrow dangerously. He records hang Han in his little book.

Fortunately, hang Han just took a picture and took it away at the right time.

He forced himself to take a deep breath

Then Bai Jia went over and talked with Mu Qingyue for a while.

Mu Qingyue nodded, "I can."

Bai Jia went to the seat, picked up his guitar and carried it on one shoulder. He waved his fingers, tried to tune, and then nodded to Mu Qingyue.

With Bai Jia's fingers moving, the guitar sends out sweet music. Mu Qingyue takes the music book and starts to sing along with it.

When the song was finished, the lyrics of the song were refined, but at the beginning of the song, the song was pure again.