Fu Tong narrowed his eyes and wanted to make trouble, but after thinking about it, it seemed unethical to disturb the cubs' love, so he had to give up: "Let's go, go, remember to go to the scene in advance tomorrow and rehearse a few more times."

Wen Lang was waiting for this sentence. He nodded and looked at Qin Jingshen with a smile, and reached out his hand.

Qin Jingshen held his hand, his eyes filled with smiles. The two of them held each other's fingers, and then they didn't wait much, and said goodbye to Fu Tong and turned around and left the studio.

The back is lingering, and the pink bubbles around it seem to be about to become substantial.

Fu Tong watched from behind, couldn't help but sigh again, and did not continue to stay in the studio, packed up his things and went out.

He didn't plan to go home, he wanted to go to the Monster Bureau first.

Before, he told Bai Tang that he would go to the Monster Bureau to record the record, but later he got busy with the concert and never went there. Now there is a rare gap. Fu Tong wanted to finish this matter in advance and drag it on and on again and again.

There is always pressure on the ground.

The studio is not far from Longdu Building, and it only takes about twenty minutes to walk by.

Fu Tong went in and walked to the front of the elevator, and found that the elevator was running, with the number of floors displayed on the eighth floor.

He glanced at him, raised his hand and pressed the elevator key. Before he could press it, he saw that the icon on the elevator had become a downward arrow.

Eighth floor.

Seventh floor.

Sixth floor.

...

layer.

"bite--"

The elevator door opened, and the person inside raised his eyes and looked at Fu Tong with a smile, calling him gently: "Fu Tong."

A bright smile and a golden pupil.
Chapter completed!