Chapter 30 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shui Miaomiao heard his voice and was slightly stunned.

The word “Shuishui” that came from his mouth was very tender and was very familiar.

“What can I do for you, sir?” asked Shui Miaomiao, in her sweet, standard voice, with a smile on her face.

Shen Mochen smiled, “Just now, when I had dinner. It was my friend who should pay for the meal. But, before paying the bill, she escaped the bill. What do you think I should do?”

He had a magnetic voice, an evocative laugh that was uniquely suited to being a radio host. His voice could make others addicted.

However, Shui Miaomiao heard his ridicule clearly. She instantly realized why the voice was so familiar!

Damn it.

The other side was Shen Mochen.

He was bored enough to call in.

Shui Miaomiao almost burst out in laughter, and then she remembered that she was still in the recording studio. She cleverly covered the bursting laugh with normal laughter, and said, “Life needs to spend money to buy lessons. It might not be a bad thing. You have to keep a respectful distance from this kind of friend.”

“Keep a respectful distance?” Shen Mochen’s voice went deeper, and he raised his eyebrows, “I am planning to get my money back. What do you think about that?”

Shui Miaomiao blushed and turned pale.

As she forced out a smile, she replied, “One should spare them. There would always be a coincidental meeting in life. Generous men are more attractive.”

“You don’t seem to like generous men,” said Shen Mochen meaningfully.

Shui Miaomiao felt that if she continued the talk with him, she might reveal that they knew each other and would create a joke for others to laugh at. Then she showed a standard cheerful smile and said, “Why wouldn’t I? Girls like generous men. All right, here is a song for you.”

Shui Miaomiao cut the phone and said with a soft voice, “The Past Has Vanished Like the Wind” by Brother Qi Qin. If only the time stopped at the moment when we met for the first time, why should the autumn wind bother to pity deserted painted fans, better gone with the wind, gathering, and scattering.”

Shui Miaomiao finished her recording for the day, cautiously and anxiously.