Xing Yun suddenly felt that she was short of words. She didn't know how to praise her, and she didn't know what to say at this moment.

Mo Qingxun's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and asked her on the phone, "Are you not satisfied with the concert?"

Xingyun immediately shook her head, like a rattle, expressing her satisfaction.

Mo Qingxun put away the guitar, put it aside, stood up and lay on the railing, looking at Xingyun opposite, his eyebrows were soft and tender, "Then should you say something?"

Xing Yun blinked her eyes and pondered for a while with a serious expression before she said seriously, "The concert was great, I like it very much!"

Mo Qingxun raised the corners of his lips and asked in a low voice, "Then do you like me very much?"

Xing Yun immediately nodded, "Yes!"

Mo Qingxun looked at Xingyun, whose eyes were erratic and staring at the sky, and his voice was a little aggrieved, "You are perfunctory."

Xingyun said sternly, "I didn't!"

She was clearly praising him very seriously.

Mo Qingxun snorted, "You don't have anything?"

Xingyun: "..."

I always feel like I'm being tricked.

Obviously, compared to the icy, clean, well-behaved and pure God Emperor, she is an old driver with several lifetimes of experience.

But in every life, no matter what kind of Lord God Emperor, the one who was teased seemed to be her!

Xingyun answered her fate, and said in a serious tone, "I didn't perfunctory you, I like you, I like you very much."

Mo Qingxun, who was obviously satisfied with this answer, raised his eyes happily, like a cat who stole a fish, his eyes were shining with a warm and bright light, and there was no indifference like being reserved and inhuman in front of outsiders.

Xingyun tilted her head in relief, raised the corners of her lips, and looked at Mo Qingxun, who was engraved in her eyes by the moonlight, and her heart was filled with warmth.

"It's very late, there's only one day left of your vacation tomorrow."

After tomorrow, Mo Qingxun's schedule is expected to be very tight. Before, Ge Ziyan planned to release a few new albums a few years ago, and a national patrol concert, and then lift Mo Qingxun's status up. .

Therefore, Mo Qingxun's leisure time is running out.

Xing Yun looked at her watch, it was already ten o'clock.

Mo Qingxun didn't care, and looked at Xingyun intently, "The song has been written."

Xingyun: "..."

She blinked blankly, "Have you been working overtime these days?"

There are at least three songs in an album, usually about ten songs, and Mo Qingxun's albums usually range from six to ten.

My aunt plans to release at least three new albums by Mo Qingxun after the year.

In other words, Mo Qingxun has completed at least 18 songs in this half month.

Mo Qingxun hummed lightly, "Forget it, I also had some stock before you came."

It's just that the inspiration is so fast after encountering Xingyun.

Xingyun was stunned.

Is this the boss?

A person is a team.

In half a month, I have completed the creation of so many songs by myself.

"The next step is to record, choreograph, shoot the mv, and set the concert schedule."

Even though the songs are all ready, the next itinerary is still tense.

Xing Yun couldn't help sighing, "Why is it harder for you to be a singer than an actor?"

In fact, Mo Qingxun just knows too much, so all aspects of song creation are taken over by him alone, so it will be more difficult.

Mo Qingxun blinked slightly, but did not answer the question, "Shall we go on a date tomorrow?"