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Chapter 46 The connection of the big gold master Lu

Fang Yimeng didn't need to ask the other party for this tone, the habitual sound of this audio, he could tell who it was.

At this moment, the black fans on the barrage fell into a state of depression.

Sister emo's black fan leader: "This voice is too pleasing to the ear, I admit that my heart is moved, Secretary Fang, I want to hear all the information about this man within three seconds!"

Supporting the sky of Chaohua black fans: "Wait a minute, I noticed that this man is called Fang Yimeng Ayi? What is this name!!!"

The gangster counted me in: "I declare this man to be my amateur husband!!"

"You mobilized Secretary Fang to work, so you can't reward Secretary Fang with a hundred dollars? Do you look down on my tonality if you let me do something with such a rich vase?"

Fang Yimeng raised her eyebrows. She leaned closer to the screen and asked these gangsters teasingly.

The screen in the live broadcast room is now divided into two screens. The left screen is still Fang Yimeng's dim shot; the right is a pure black screen, and a logo of a headset can be vaguely seen to prove that this person is on a voice call.

Because he couldn't see who the other party was, the man on the other end of the phone was very accommodating.

Hearing Fang Yimeng quarreling with fans with the fighting spirit of elementary school students, he groaned a few laughs, which were pleasant and pleasant to the ear.

"Ayi is my family's nickname, and I don't know how the show crew found my family."

She was ambiguous about Lu Jingshan's identity, but her eyes fell on the face of the producer's sister.

The latter lifted the script to cover his face with a guilty conscience, trying to break the line of sight with Fang Yimeng.

I don't know what posture Lu Jingshan used to connect the microphones. There was the sound of the headset bombing from his side, and the people who barraged all of a sudden felt a little earache.

"Uh...you hang your earphones on your ears, don't fumble around for the quilt." Fang Yimeng has some experience with this.

But when calling Lu Jingshan, her mind went blank for a few seconds, and then she still used the pronoun "you" to get away with it.

Even the people at Mai Naduan were very obedient, and after a while, the man's clear breathing and deep voice came over.

"now what?"

The deep voice is like sandpaper rubbing, with a grainy texture. At the same time, the cochlea seems to be carrying an electric current. This pleasant voice goes deep into the mind and forms a perfect resonance in the mind.

"It's much better." She ended the topic neatly, lay down on the bed, and looked sideways at herself on the phone screen, "Since the program team invited you to be a mysterious sleeping expert, then I would like to ask this teacher, what should I do next? Woolen cloth?"

Fang Yimeng's gaze fell on the pure black earphone with the embossed logo, as if through the logo, she could see what the man on the other end of the phone was doing.

Lu Jingshan's end paused for a moment, and the sound of heavy breathing was transmitted to the other end through the earphone.

"Ah Yi's sleep quality has always been very good, and I'm not worried about your falling asleep." The man's tone was soft, with a slow and calm tone.

This melodious voice is like a cello, and the tone is deliberately slow, just like ASMR. As long as you put on the earphones, you can experience such a beautiful voice, and the 3D surrounds your mind.

The perfect artistic experience made almost half of the audience in the live broadcast room quiet down.

"I have prepared two kinds of sleep, telling a story and telling another story, which one do you want to hear?" Lu Jingshan curled his thin lips, and looked at the woman lying on her side on the pillow on the screen of the phone, with that charming face The usual arrogance has been removed from the face, and there is more of the little bird that a little woman should have.

It's very similar - the wantonness in the living room that day.

The deep meaning in Taohua's eyes gradually deepened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, and he silently cleared his throat.

The other party spoke with a humor that is rarely seen on weekdays. Fang Yimeng did not expose his identity as Hualing CEO Lu Jingshan on the spot, and always used "you" as a pronoun in the conversation.

"It can be seen that you prepared the two stories with great care."

She stared openly and straight at the camera with bright eyes, with a firm gaze in her bright and clear eyes.

Supporting the sky of Chaohua's black fans: "I suspect that they are encrypting the conversation, but I have no evidence. Their damn tacit understanding really sounds like a family."

Sister emo's black fan leader: "Fang Yimeng's deliberate and gentle gaze made me get her face value. From today, I am her face value fan!"

Fang Yimeng on the screen of the mobile phone is particularly attractive, across a corridor, Lu Jingshan restrains his urge to get up and go to 1902 to find her.

He unconsciously rubbed the fabric of the cuffs, half-closed his peach blossom eyes, as if carefully sketching and tracing the whereabouts of the prey before catching the prey.

Her voice has also changed from her usual hoarse tone, and her clear voice has the freshness that a young man should have.

"Then listen to another story."

The man's voice is clear and clear, and his words are pronounced slowly, like the perfect note played by a vinyl record of the highest number.

"I went to the company today, reviewed the relevant company affairs, and then asked my assistant to contact the furniture company, and found a sofa with the same style as my home, but with a different texture..."

Hearing the keyword "sofa", Fang Yimeng's eyebrows jumped.

"Wait a minute, you don't have that sofa—" She prolonged her voice, and braked the car wisely in her mind.

Almost saying what she shouldn't have said, she reached out to fumble for her phone, preparing to question Lu Jingshan on WeChat.

But the person on the other end of the phone laughed a few times happily.

"The sofa has been dealt with, but some people said last time that the sofa is too hard and asked me to change it."

It was as if he was reciting a poem full of emotion, with a lazy and easy-going manner in his charm, and in the dim live broadcast room, the atmosphere was a little more lingering.

This was flirting with her in front of most of her black fans in the live broadcast room.

The ears hidden under the long hair instantly turned red and hot, and she frowned.

Late at night is a black fan of emo: "Family, I am not mistaken, this car does not seem to be driving towards the kindergarten?"

Lu Jingshan could see the real-time content of the barrage, he clicked to stop, then skimmed over the sofa, and continued to explain what he did today.

The man's voice recited an ordinary day's experience, but the voice became hoarse and rough as it went to the back.

When 11:30 arrived on time, the program for setting the end of the live broadcast room was started, and the live broadcast room ended.

And "Close Your Eyes at 11:30" official blog also announced today's winning artists.

It's a pity that Liao Ran lost five votes to the No.2 artist with ten votes and won the winner this time.

As for Fang Yimeng's black fans, because they were obsessed with listening to the man's nice voice in the live broadcast room, few people answered the questions at all. Unfortunately, they became the bottom contestants in this show.

　The third update! ! !This is the real third update! !
　　
　
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