Throwing Down Honey Peach: The President's Favorite

At this time, he was wearing a pair of large sunglasses, with his hands in his trouser pockets, walking out of Taiwan Taoyuan Airport. /

"Hey, hey...Look, that person looks like William..." said a national reporter who was waiting for news outside the airport.

"Which William? It can't be the famous director William, right? Is it really him? His face is almost completely covered, so I can't see his appearance clearly." Reporter B.

"When I held a banquet at Queen Elizabeth in England, I was fortunate enough to see the appearance of Duke William, that suffocating beauty, once I saw it, I would never forget it... That is him, and I will not remember his figure wrongly." Reporter A is sure.

"Papa..." Reporter A hurriedly started taking pictures.

"It's the headline news today... It's actually Duke William..." Reporter A.

All the reporters around, upon hearing reporter A's words, immediately became nervous and agitated. They took pictures and asked for help. In an instant, Taiwan Taoyuan Airport immediately became agitated because of the sight of Director William.

"Hey, I'm doing an interview at Taoyuan Airport right now. Please send a few reporters over to support me. Big news. Director William. It's the internationally renowned director William." Reporters Bing Dingwu and others hurriedly called for help.

Reporter B continued to take pictures with the camera in his hand, but his eyebrows frowned in confusion, "Why did she call him Duke William?"

But the headlines are right in front of her eyes. She doesn't have time to think about other things. Even if she has doubts, she can only endure it and grab the news first.

William looked at the camera flashes that flashed frequently, and looked around suspiciously, "Why are there so many reporters? I clearly hid my itinerary and came here secretly... and I was discovered?"

Watching more and more crowds flock to him.

He entrusted the salute to his assistant, and ran away from the path alone by himself.

In the recording studio, Mo Yiyi stood pitifully in front of Director An Chen, with a sad face.

"Give me one more chance...let me try again...don't be angry, don't say you can't do it...let me try again..." she begged pitifully.

An Chen held his forehead in frustration, turned on the player, and played the song Mo Yiyi sang just now.

"Listening to it one more time, I feel it's a kind of torture." An Chen listened to the playback with a frown, and said mercilessly.

"How do you feel?" He asked Mo Yiyi coldly.

"I..." Mo Yiyi listened to the music played by the high-definition player, and a few black lines fell from her forehead involuntarily.

The song "Love's Support" I just sang is very similar to the original singer Yang Mi's sister...

"Didn't I just skip a few tunes?" Mo Yiyi said aggrievedly, as if she was the one who suffered.

"It's not that I've changed a few tunes!" An Chen looked at Mo Yiyi coldly, seeing the joy on her face that gradually changed, and added coldly, "It's that all the tunes should no longer be tuned! "

"..." Mo Yiyi.

A tall and handsome young man in a black windbreaker was wearing a pair of large sunglasses, with his hands in his trouser pockets, leaning against the door frame of the recording studio, listening to Mo Yiyi's special singing on the player, The corner of the mouth curved into a strange arc.

He took out his phone and dialed.

In Li Jue's mansion, Li Jueyin sat on the sofa in the hall,