"Yes, yes, yes, yes... no matter how much it is, it doesn't matter. "
Xia Ling replied to the private chat.
At this moment, at least ten minutes had passed since the PIA drama ended.
The private chat that was blocked to the point of explosion was just that amazing.
Xia Ling thought that Cheng Hao would not reply, but who knew that Cheng Hao was not sleeping yet.
He Cheng said to you, "are you sleeping now? Can you help me? "
Help Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. If you want the stars, I will pick them for you.
You said to he cheng, "I didn't sleep. What are you busy with, God? "
He Cheng said to you, "I'll bring you to a channel to test your voice acting skills. "
You said to he cheng, "okay. "
It was already so late at night, and she still wanted to test her voice acting skills?
Xia Ling muttered in her heart.
The next moment, she was pulled into a channel room.
Following which, a purple vest was added to her ID.
The purple vest was the sub-channel manager in the guild, and she could change the settings of this channel.
At this moment, Xia Ling still didn't know how valuable her purple horse was.
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Cheng Hao sent a manuscript to Xia Ling.
"Wait for me for a moment. "
He turned off the microphone.
Xia Ling waited here for a while in boredom. She looked at the text he sent her this time.
Was it Lin Qingxuan's lyrical prose?
In a high-end residential area in Shanghai, the man went to wash up. He moved the laptop into the bedroom, turned on the small speaker, and adjusted the sound.
Cheng Hao said, "I'm done. Are you done? "
"En. " Xia Ling looked at the manuscript. She had already memorized it. Of course, there wouldn't be any problems.
Lying on the bed, Cheng Hao pulled up the thin blanket and closed his eyes.
"Okay, you can start. "
Xia Ling: "Okay. "
She cleared her throat.
"The seed of a butterfly, Lin Qingxuan. "
"I was in the courtyard, observing how a Chrysalis turns into a butterfly... "
Mu Rou's voice was extremely suitable for reading prose. She wasn't boasting, but with such a script foundation, it would be enough to qualify for any prose program on the radio.
Cheng Hao was really underestimating her by using this to test her script foundation!
Xia Ling read it seriously. Her tone was natural, relaxed, and graceful.
Separated by the Internet and the small speaker, the man closed his eyes and lay quietly on the big bed in the bedroom. He listened to the gentle voice that carried the tranquility of a river as it flowed past his ears.
This feeling was very good. Cheng Hao felt very comfortable, as if all the cells in his body had been stretched out.
As the girl read gently, he was brought into the world of prose. Gradually, sleepiness struck him.
Cheng Hao, who had been suffering from insomnia until now, naturally fell asleep in Xia Ling's third essay.
Xia Ling was still serious as she looked into her earpiece.
She said that she wanted to test her line skills. Was it to test her endurance, so she gave her so many essays?
Fifth Essay, Sixth Essay... ...
She drank a mouthful of water and felt a little sleepy.
At that time, the time shown on the computer was already 5:30. She had really stayed up all night.
Xia Ling asked, "He Chengda, do you feel satisfied? HMM? "
On the other side of the microphone, the man was as quiet as if he had closed the microphone.
Xia Ling asked, "He Chengda? "
There was still no response from the other side... ...
Could he have fallen asleep?
Xia Ling asked Hai Hai Hai to directly project Cheng Hao's scene to her.
In the dark room, the man was lying on a spacious bed. He was wearing gray silk pajamas and a thin blanket. His cold and stern facial features showed a trace of gentleness as he slept.
He slept so well. It was definitely not because he got sleepy later on... ...
Xia Ling looked around on the screen.
As expected The laptop and the small speaker on the table next to them were still displaying that sub-channel.