Chapter 557 (1/2)

“？” South Vietnam can't believe it. Look at him, ”no, Mr. Sheng, we've only been together for the first day!”

Sheng Jingheng looked calm: ”did you go less before today?”

”Oh,” Nanyue was a little disappointed. ”Go to the studio. Is Mr. Sheng going to teach me anything new today?”

Sheng Jingheng raised his other hand, stroked her messed hair, and whispered, ”I wrote you a song.”

”Huh?” South Vietnam felt that he was getting used to his touch, even a little comfortable, so he didn't realize what he meant for a while.

After a meeting, I remembered to tease him with a smile: ”Mr. Chaoyang has inspiration again?”

She had already guessed and tried several times. Sheng Jingheng naturally had no need to deny it: ”well, you are my muse.”

Muse is the goddess of ancient Greek poetry, and the modern moral is the source of inspiration.

Nan Yue was stunned. He didn't expect that he would have no scruples about what he said now, and obviously he couldn't be more serious than talking nice.

He thought that since he met her, plus the new songs he just said, there have been five, completely breaking the old rule of writing at most two songs a year.

I think this seems more credible.

Sheng Jingheng saw that she was rarely stunned and couldn't say anything specific, so he couldn't help but smile in a low voice and scraped the tip of her nose: ”it's time to go back.”

She's been out for a while, and he's been here longer.

If you don't go out again, it's time to attract many people.

South Vietnam reluctantly released his hand and said, ”I'll go back first this time.”

He's so big that no one dares to ask where he's gone. She's different. Many people stare at him to find the wrong place.

Sheng Jingheng nodded: ”I'll wait five minutes.”