Different lyrics and music, similar artistic conception.

Tong Mengyao has gradually fallen into blind worship since she has been quietly admiring.

I deeply thought that this song was written by Gao Mu to her, and everything was her mood from the inside, and every lyrics could touch her deeply.

Why does this man know himself better than himself, why does his songs create songs that he has more feelings than he has, and can express his mood.

He understands himself, really understands himself.

"Okay, it's probably the taste. You practice more these days and you can come here to practice when you have time. I will say hello to Senior Sister Ren. You can just use it."

It feels almost done, it has a "inner" flavor, and he doesn't have the ability to continue to teach and teach.

"Thank you."

"If you have anything to thank you, you still need to rely on yourself when you go on stage. I took this Walkman away and found someone to make an accompaniment to you in two days. In this case, you will have about two days to get into the game, and it will be almost done."

In Tong Mengyao's walkman, Gao Mu re-recorded the piano solo version of the new song, and he was going to ask Damao and the others to write an accompaniment.

In this way, Tong Mengyao's performance on stage will be even better.

"Okay, I don't know what to say except for saying thank you."

"Whoever is with us, you don't have to be so polite. There is no need to be that." Gao Mu looked at his watch indifferently and complained: "This Bai Xiaobing won't fall into the toilet, right?"

"Yeah!~"

Tong Mengyao put her hands behind her waist, stared at the ground with her head down, and her toes twisted like ballet.

Shyly happy.

She also wanted to ask, they knew who they were with whom?

"Ah, you think she fell into the toilet, so should we go to the toilet?"

The picture is too beautiful, I dare not savor it.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that."

After reacting, his hands swayed desperately.

"Then what do you mean, go and get it! Hahahaha..."

He grabbed Tong Mengyao's hand and left the club with a big smile.

...

Puxin, Lujiazui, Jinmao Building.

A black tiger head was running, parked calmly at the entrance of the hotel.

The welcome guy at the door trotted two steps, opened the rear door, pulled the door with one hand and placed it under the door frame to protect it, and his eyes drooped slightly.

"Welcome!"

First-class service awareness and super polite.

However, with such good service and such polite behavior, I didn't wait for the guests to get off the bus.

"Welcome!"

Once again, the voice was clearer this time, and the upper body leaned forward more respectfully.

However, he was disappointed again and no one got out of the car.

Not only did no one get out of the car, there was no sound in the car. Finally, I noticed something was wrong, and my suspicious eyes looked into the car.

Empty!

What is the situation, what about people?

My suspicious eyes circled around the car. After confirming that there was no hiding, I glanced around again, but there was still no one.

You won't enter the door quietly, right?

His suspicious eyes looked at his colleagues, but he still had no big gains.

"Hi, where are you here?" Gao Mu, who had tidied up the cab, did not get out of the car, stuck his head out of the window: "There is no one in the back seat, I am the only one."

An ordinary young man was wearing ordinary clothes and sat in an unusual tiger head with an ordinary face.

Depend on!

The on-the-job training made the welcome guy scold Fenfang in his stomach and made a big mistake. It turned out that there were only drivers who drove.

"Sorry, I can't stop at the door for a long time. If you wait for the customer, please lean on me."

If it weren't for Hao Ben's sake, just like Gao Mu, he would have let him drive away impatiently.

Gao Mu had no idea that he had saved his face today because he was running away from the tiger's head.

"I won't wait for anyone."

Gao Mu shook his head.

"If you do business, please park your car in the underground garage, turn right in front, then turn left and continue right."

I blurted out and skillfully directed the route to the underground garage, which was even smoother than the tongue twister.

"I'm not doing business, I'm..."

Gao Mu continued to shake his head.

"Car at the door is moving away quickly, don't block the road, Mr. Zhou's convoy is here."

Before Gao Mu finished speaking, the walkie-talkie on the walkie-talkie on the body started to scream.

Emergency, nervousness, urgent.

"Drive away quickly, drive away quickly!"

The eyes of the welcome guy, who had been half-closed, suddenly became as big as a bull's eyes. He ordered Gao Mu to drive away regardless of his impatience.

At the same time, a large group of people suddenly emerged from the hotel gate.

There were men and women, young and middle-aged, suits and security guards, standing on both sides of the gate.

The quality is even higher than that of Gao Mu and his men's military training for a month.

One of the middle-aged women wearing glasses swept around the gate with a serious look, and saw the dancing Yingbin and Gao Mu's indifferent car.

He whispered to a young man in a suit beside him. The man also glanced at Gao Mu, then walked quickly towards him, with two security suits following him.

"It's over, our manager is here. Friend, don't harm me, hurry up and move the car away. It doesn't matter if you offend our leader. If you offend Boss Zhou, even your boss will not be able to take it."

Seeing his manager jogging towards him, the welcome guy was eager to die.

While begging Gao Mu, he also presented facts and reasoned and threatened him.

Too exaggerated!

Isn’t it just everyone who parks up and down, goes in and out at the entrance of the hotel?

Why is it still like a private forbidden area? What about boss Zhou Da?

, Those who don’t know this attitude think which country’s president is coming?

"Sorry, sir, please drive away immediately, we will receive important guests soon!"

Before Gao Mu could digest the words of the welcome guy, the guy didn't know what department the manager was, and he had already brought two security guards to the car.

First he glared at the welcome guy fiercely, then he looked at the license plate of the car.

No need to think about it, no impression.

In his position, they will not be frivolous and only look at the brand and model of the car. What they care more about is the license plate.

In an international metropolis like Shanghai, rich people are like crucian carp, and many buy luxury cars.

But having money is an identity, but not the most important identity, unless it is too much money to the point where no one dares to ignore it.

There is also a kind of low-key identity that is much more important than having money, so they will pay more attention to the differences and memory of license plates. Those who really cannot be offended are likely to be the kind of guests who drive Poussan.

“Where is the guest?”

The car is a good car, but the license plate is ordinary. The manager has basically got the bottom line of what kind of identity and status the other party has.

"There is only the driver."

The welcome guy smiled bitterly. Today is so unlucky. Why did he meet Boss Zhou here when it was his turn to work?

"Only the driver?"

The manager frowned and looked at Gao Mu, who was sitting casually in the cab, looking at him with curiosity.

He had already been preparing to move the car to the side after hearing what the welcome guy said. After all, he was not here to find fault on purpose. He had to ask the guy about where he was going?

Cooperating with other people's work is also a person who must have basic qualities.

Now, he wants to see the so-called manager and hurried over. What would he want to do?

A driver who doesn't even have white village shirts or white gloves is not a regular good driver.

He snorted coldly, his old face turned dark, and he waved impatiently at Gao Mu, too lazy to say anything.

Gao Mu is also in bad luck. If he drives a sports car or a Poussan, the manager will be more cautious and will not give him such an attitude.

But he drove a Hao Ben, and the boss knew that Mercedes-Benz had to sit in the back, and the driver could only be the driver.

The driver is so amateur dressed, he is still a young young man. Needless to say, he must be a junior at home.

From the driver's unprofessionality, the manager judged that the so-called boss of this car is likely to be a nouveau riche.

So, the attitude doesn't matter.

How could Gao Mu know that there are so many twists and turns in it?

Seeing the manager's attitude, he could only laugh. His quality is not as high as that of the welcome guy?

So, the young man's stubborn temper also got up, and the car stopped moving, so he simply turned off the engine and pulled out the key.

He wanted to see who this so-called boss Zhou is?
Chapter completed!