A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

In the time that followed, Tong Wen and Song Qian whispered to each other from behind.

He would occasionally let out a hearty laugh.

Then came a shy laugh.

Occasionally, strange noises could be heard.

With Fang Yuan sitting next to him, he felt too embarrassed to turn around and look.

Fang Yuan sat in front of him and kept talking to him about his recent work.

Most of them are related to voice acting.

Besides this, he didn't have any other proper job.

Although they occasionally get some big jobs, the money they earn is only enough to cover their daily expenses.

Tong Wen needed to handle all the real issues, including rent.

And from his mouth.

Su Chen could also tell that they didn't seem to know that Tong Wenjie had been promoted.

This is probably because Fang Yuan has been too busy lately and hasn't had time to inquire at the company on Tong'an Street.

Su Chen has some insights into voice acting.

After all, the experience in basic voice imitation is there, so why not make the most of it?

"Huh?! Su Chen, I didn't realize you were such a good voice actor."

The opinions Su Chen just raised are enough for Fang Yuan to digest for a long time.

If you can fully understand this...

His voice acting career will definitely reach new heights, and his income may also increase.

After all, the capable should do more work.

"What I've learned is just the tip of the iceberg; I can't compare to the real big shots."

Su Chen's advice wasn't about how to change his voice to a female one, but rather how to use his voice correctly.

This is the key to voice acting.

As for how much he can ultimately grasp, that depends on Fang Yuan's own abilities.

At this moment, the two beautiful women sitting in the back also stopped and looked at Su Chen.

Song Qian: "This guy knows everything except the righteous things."

"That's kind of an all-rounder, too." Tong Wenjie put her hand on Song Qian's shoulder. "Wouldn't it be great to have someone like that as a neighbor?"

"Make people happy more."

“Him?” Song Qian glanced at Su Chen: “Pah, he’s just a petty hooligan.”

.........

Return to the elegant garden of books.

Su Chen and Tong Wenjie had just unloaded their luggage when Fang Yuan received a phone call.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but I think I have a big job that I need to work overtime on."

Tong Wenjie seemed to be used to this kind of thing, and said without turning her head.

"Then you should work hard and let today's leader see what you've learned from Su Chen."

"Okay!~"

Watching their conversation, Song Qian asked, somewhat amused and exasperated, "How come things are like this now? It feels like everyone's living their own lives."

"Middle-aged couples just live their own lives." Tong Wenjie didn't care about such things at all, and helped Song Qian pull her luggage to the elevator door.

I took a picture of the elevator.

He turned to look at Su Chen.

"Lately, Xiaomeng seems to really be treating herself like your family's nanny."

"what's the situation?"

Su Chen and Song Qian looked at her, and Tong Wenjie laughed, "I was planning to feed your little dragon and phoenix some things during this time, but every time I go to your house I see Xiao Meng inside. How did he get a key to your house?"

"Uh..." Su Chen recalled the scene of giving Xiao Meng the key.

He shook his head helplessly.

This was all forced upon him by Chen Minhui.

Jian Suchen didn't say anything, and Tong Wenjie didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she whispered to Song Qian with a smile, "She was still wearing a shirt and shorts at home. When she went in, I almost got a nosebleed."

"Really?"

Song Qian recalled the scene at Su Chen's house and couldn't help but smile.

But after thinking about it, I felt it was a bit strange.

"Qiao Weidong doesn't care at all?"

“What does he care?” Tong Wenjie rolled her eyes and said, “That guy was overjoyed when he found out that Xiaomeng had moved to Shuxiang Yayuan. He even invited Fang Yuan out for drinks, saying that he was celebrating that he no longer had to hide.”

Song Qian shook her head.

Qiao Weidong has really gone to extremes in doing bad things.

At this time, the elevator arrived.

The three of them got on the elevator together.

Tong Wenjie installed a fourth-floor apartment.

Song Qian looked at her: "Aren't you planning to go home?"

"There's no one home right now, what would I do if I went back?"

"What about the child?"

“If he doesn’t study hard while studying at Lao Ji’s house, he really won’t be able to go to school.”

Tong Wenjie and Song Qian were chatting in front.

Su Chen stood at the back.

Looking at the backs of the two people in front of him, Su Chen sighed inwardly, "They've really changed a lot."

Especially Tong Wenjie.

Previously, one had to wear seven or eight centimeters high heels to be eligible for retirement.

5 centimeters is enough now.

Moreover, from Su Chen's perspective, his slender calves had absolutely no excess fat.

It looks exceptionally perfect.

This reminded Su Chen of Pei Yin.

"It's been so long since I've seen her. I wonder what she's up to."

Seemingly sensing Su Chen's gaze, Tong Wenjie tugged at her clothes and glanced back while chatting with Song Qian.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

..

The 4th floor has arrived.

Song Qian opened the door.

Tong Wenjie pulled her luggage and followed them inside.

Song Qian: ? ? ? ? ? ?

After Tong Wenjie went inside, she found Song Qian still standing at the door and couldn't help but laugh, "Come in, what are you still standing there for? Aren't you cold?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qian shivered and went inside.

"Why are you at my house?" Song Qian was in the elevator, and she certainly noticed their little actions.

I thought she would go next door.

They were a little surprised when they suddenly arrived with things.

“There are people at the house next door, what would I do there?” Tong Wenjie’s words startled Song Qian, who suddenly remembered that Xiao Meng had also mentioned that she was at Shuxiang Yayuan.

In that moment of distraction, I realized that Tong Wenjie had dragged her suitcase to the sofa.

Without saying a word, I opened it and started flipping through it.

"What are you doing! Let go of me right now!"

There are many clothes inside, especially the ones Su Chen bought in Shanghai.

Tong Wenjie was aware of this, of course, and the more Song Qian tried to stop her, the more enthusiastically she flipped through the pages.

"I'm just looking at your new clothes, what's the rush?"