Almighty Star Daddy

  The assistant didn’t know what the boss wanted the phone for suddenly, but he quickly handed the phone to Meng Si, and then returned to the table.

  There was only one ringtone, and it was soon over, "Where did this come from?" Meng Si said eagerly.

  The little assistant didn’t understand Meng Si’s question, so he touched the back of his head and said, “This phone was only given to me by my girlfriend two days ago.”

   "I asked you about this song."

  The little assistant was taken aback, and said with a smile, "You said "Where are you going, Dad", I overheard it on the Internet this morning. If I think it sounds good, I paid to download it."

   "Is there a complete song in the phone?" Meng Si asked.

The little assistant nodded, "Yes, yes." He couldn't guess the boss's intentions, but he would look at the boss's face and tell him intuitively that this song is very important. In the morning, he just downloaded it and made the ringtone of the phone when he thought it was good. Others, from this point of view, did the boss find another good voice? He didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly found the complete song and played it.

"...This is the first time being your dad, our mood is a little bit complicated, you are desperately sprouting my gray hair, we write a stroke and a flick together... baby baby I am Your big tree will accompany you to watch the sunrise all your life..."

Meng Si suppressed the joy in his heart. Just now, a premonition, a kind of guessing, kept pouring into his mind. When he heard the voice again, he finally confirmed his thoughts. He smiled and slowly sat back on the chair. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"The folk songs are well sung, and the nursery rhymes can be sung so well, you who suffer thousands of swords, make me easy to find." Meng Si said to himself, his neck was stubborn, and his hands were stuck in his waist. That person just sat opposite.

  The little assistant secretly watched the boss’s strange behavior. He didn’t know what kind of inner drama would be going on in the boss’s powerful inner world, so he could only stand far away in place.

  Meng Si quickly typed the words "Where is Dad?" on the computer search page, and the content of the song came into view.

  "Where are you going, Dad, Happy Valley theme song, songwriter: Han Mo, singer: Han Mo, little earthworm."

  He knows that Little Earthworm is a very famous little singer who sings a lot of nursery rhymes. This Han Mo...Meng Si's eyes lit up. At this moment, I can be sure that this person is the singer-songwriter in the video. Han Mo’s voice is very recognizable. Ordinary people may not be able to hear it only by the poor sound effects of the video. But Meng Si is an old agent who has experienced many battles. He has been in the circle for more than ten years, and almost every song is never forgotten. He dare to say with confidence that he will never hear it wrong, the person in the video This is Han Mo.

  Treading the iron shoes without finding a place to get the thrill of no effort, my heart said, this song is also well written, but it was a pity that Happy Valley bought it.

  Meng Si was not so anxious, he couldn't help laughing for a while, and he had forgotten about applying the eye mask a long time ago.

The little assistant subconsciously stepped back as he watched the boss smile so strangely. There shouldn’t be any problem with Meng, right? Originally, Meng Si’s image and demeanor in the company were enough to make people imaginative. The little assistant steals. Aiming in the direction of Meng Si.

After a burst of frantic laughter, Meng Si raised his head to look at the assistant. The corners of his mouth were still curved, and the brows and eyes were charming, "Come here."

  The boss has never spoken to him with such an expression. The little assistant swallowed, and at this moment he has stepped back to the door, "Meng, President Meng..."

  Meng Si was a quick-tempered watcher, the little assistant whipped up and shouted impatiently, "What are you thinking about!"

  The assistant muttered in a voice so small that only he could hear, "I, I am...straight, male."

  Meng Si did not hear what the little assistant said at all, and directly ordered, “You go to Happy Valley right now and ask for Han Mo’s contact information.”

  The little assistant was taken aback, "Han Mo?"

   "It's the songwriter and singer of the song "Where are you going, Dad"." Meng Si casually said.

  Juhua, the assistant, was surprised that he had thought of such a nasty thing just now, and hurriedly agreed, "Okay, okay." With a red face, he was about to drive away, and just ran to the door when the voice behind him rang.

   "Wait a minute, what did you just say?" Although Meng Si did not hear clearly, it felt like the assistant said something.

   "No, nothing." The little assistant's face flushed red, and he ran away with his tail between his head.

  Looking at the back of the assistant running away nervously, Meng Si rolled his eyes, "Now these young people are all sick." He snorted and shook his head.

Everything is ready, just owe Dongfeng, Meng Si took out the eye mask and put it on the faintly visible eye bags, waiting for the assistant to get the contact information back, everything was done, he had this confidence, as long as Han Mo knew that he was Sichen The boss of the media will happily take the initiative to sign the contract, thinking that Meng Si feels a little beautiful here, and he leaned in the leather seat comfortably, humming the nursery rhyme he just heard.

  Soon there was a small assistant's rapid footsteps outside the door, Meng Si put on the eye mask, half-lied in the chair, curled his mouth and said, "The call is coming, it's very fast."

  Meng Si waited for a while, the assistant did not speak, he glanced at the door, "What are you doing there, put the contact information on the table."

  "The people in Happy Valley said that they have no contact information." The assistant said with a bitter expression.

  Meng Si suddenly sat up from the chair, with the eye mask still sticking to his face, "How could there be no contact information, have you asked clearly?"

  "I’ve asked clearly, it’s really not there. I only left a mailbox for sending demos of songs, but nothing else."

  Meng Si only felt a buzzing in his head. There was a fart in the mailbox. This guy didn't even know that his video became popular, and he expected to log in to the mailbox in time.

  The short-lived joy was chopped by the phrase "click" without contact information. There is no hope and no disappointment. Meng Si quickly stood up and paced back and forth in front of the office desk.

  The little assistant knew that he hadn't completed the task, and was also anxious, "Why don't you ask Director Jin again?"

Meng Sisi stopped, yes, the people below didn’t register Han Mo’s contact information, and the high-level must have them. Let’s not say that this song is the new theme song of Happy Valley, but for the singer himself, he definitely wants to curry favor. At the top, Happy Valley is such a big piece of fat, and there is another chance to keep it intact. Thinking of this, Meng Si quickly took out his mobile phone and turned to Jinmei's number.

  The hope that had been split just now rekindled. As soon as the other party connected, Meng Si said impatiently, "Oh, Jinmei, I'm asking you for someone."

Jinmei saw that it was Meng Si’s personal phone number, and quickly answered the call. Although she was arrogant, she also knew how to put it in and out. Let’s not talk about the personal relationship with Meng Si. Although the two people are not in the same circle, after all, There are more or less work intersections. After hearing Meng Si cut directly into the subject without greeting, she also smiled, "Whoever has such a face, can let President Meng make this phone call in person."

  Meng Si smiled bitterly. When did Meng Si give others face, this kid is different, let him chase him again and again, his name blurted out, "Han Mo."

  Jinmei did not expect that the person Meng Si personally called was Han Mo. He paused for a long time without speaking.

   "Oh Miss, what do you want? Give me Han Mo's number. I have been looking for my brother for a day and a night, and the dark circles are coming out."

Jinmei wanted to give Meng Si this favor, but she really couldn't help it, "The number, I really don't have it." Jinmei was originally slapped severely by Han Mo. Naturally, I am ashamed to ask Han Mo for his phone number. Han Mo is also a low-key master, and his stubborn personality is how could he give Jinmei the number on his own initiative, which caused this result.

  Meng Si's heart sank, almost sitting on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

   Jinmei's eyes lit up, and suddenly she thought of something, "I don't have one, but I know someone must have it."

  Meng Si held the phone tightly, "Who is it?"