On the way to the private room, Han Qinghe, who was wearing a mask, asked curiously: "Who is this woman?"

"No?" Han Shijia said incredible. "Sister, you are also a famous queen-level figure in Baicheng. Have you never even heard of Long Xiang?"

"She can write songs or write lyrics? She has good acting skills?" Han Qinghe asked back.

Han Shijia found that he was not on the same channel as his sister. He twitched his lips and pursed his lips and said, "Longxiang is a black and white man who eats both black and white. His identity is extremely mysterious. Look at Molin, he is also a person who calls the wind and rain in our circle, right? But when he looks at him in front of Longxiang, he looks like a grandson. He wishes he kneels under Longxiang's pomegranate skirt."

"No backbone." Han Qinghe gave such a simple evaluation and walked straight into the private room.

She had asked her assistant to send the birthday cake to the private room in advance. The gift was already ready. It was a valuable gift.

Han Qinghe is a weak person, but as Han Shijia said, her mother holds an important position and is busy with meetings and business trips all day long, and has no time to manage the daily lives of the siblings. Therefore, in the long life, the siblings are basically in a state of dependence on each other.

Han Qinghe may be very cold to others. But he is still concerned about Han Shijia. At least he must do his best to be a sister.

Han Shijia had little thoughts, and she was not in a hurry to cut the cake and make a wish. Instead, she handed the microphone in her hand to Han Qinghe: "Sister, just sing a song for me."

Han Qinghe, who is in full swing, pays millions of dollars in a commercial performance. She can push it as much as possible. Similar to semi-public occasions, many big bosses even spend a lot of money. As long as Han Qinghe is willing to sing, he will be willing to smash ten million.

But Han Qinghe never made a penny on this. There is no reason. She is not a singer, she is an artist.

"What do you want to hear?" Han Qinghe took the microphone and sat quietly in the corner of the sofa.

She unbuttoned her mask and showed her beautiful face, but her temperament was as light as water. Her delicate and perfect facial features made her brother Han Shijia sincerely sigh: The appearance of her sister is simply amazing.

"The love of the boatman." Han Shijia grinned. "Sister, the song you wrote is good, but it doesn't fit my aesthetic."

"That's your aesthetic deformity." In terms of art, even her younger brother Han Shijia was merciless at all. She would never be ruthless when she deserves criticism.

Han Shijia rolled her eyes: "Yes, yes, yes. You are elegant and elegant. Come on, I sing a male voice, you sing a female voice."

Han Shijia has a good voice. Han Qinghe also made a suggestion to ask him to take the music school directly. Unfortunately, Han Shijia is not here and wants to be a martial arts star.

After turning on the accompaniment, Han Shijia put her left hand on her hips and howled exaggeratedly. When Han Qinghe sang, she struggled for a long time before she opened her voice.

Han Qinghe's voice is pure and clean. His singing skills are superb. Whether it is high or low, or the control of various singing styles, they are all at the palace level. With her talented creative talent and extremely high literary skills, it is difficult not to become famous.

There are two ways to succeed in the entertainment industry. Either rely on big investors to hype crazy and create scandals from time to time. Relying on the blessing of major directors, they force their faces to be swept.

Or, take the powerful route, use solid talents to accumulate popularity and make a breakthrough.

Han Qinghe's journey to fame was extremely smooth. She became famous after her debut, and her successive single albums have repeatedly created sales miracles in the Chinese entertainment industry. In the Internet era, which popular singer's album can sell millions in the physical field and tens of millions in the world?

Only Han Qinghe was the only one.

Even many overseas gold medal producers have noticed her success and have rushed to throw out olive branches to create her brand new album in full and enhance her influence in the circle.

But Han Qinghe publicly stated: I only sing the songs I wrote.

It completely shattered those guys' hearts that wanted to tie up the publicity.

Judging from the current aesthetic, the love of the boatman is indeed a bit out of date. It is difficult to make a comedy. However, after Han Qinghe's voice is processed, it has a unique flavor. Even Han Shijia was fascinated by hearing it and almost forgot the words.

As soon as Tang Huan entered the room, before he could see the siblings in the box clearly, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

What kind of fucking era is this? Are there anyone singing such outdated songs?

I must have gone to the wrong room.

Han Qinghe is not like such a tasteless queen!

"Brother Huan, what are you going to do?" Han Shijia jumped up and waved to Tang Huan. "Come in and sit down."

After a brief shock, Tang Huan applauded hard: "Ms. Han's singing skills are excellent. Even such a difficult song can be interpreted vividly and pleasantly. It is really admirable."

As soon as Tang Huan entered the room, Han Qinghe put down the microphone and was unwilling to continue performing in front of him. He sat in the corner with a light face, picked up the boiled water and took a sip.

Brother Huan put his cold butt with enthusiasm, and didn't feel embarrassed. He pulled Han Shijia and said warmly: "Why didn't you call me here earlier? Miss Han's live performance is not always available."

This time, before Han Shijia could speak, Han Qinghe in the corner said, "Even if you came here yesterday, I won't sing it to you."

This is a thief's slap in the face.

Put it on others, either perish in silence or——find a crack in the ground and get into it.

Brother Huan was as thick as a city wall, and didn't care at all. He was sandwiched between his siblings and said, "I just encountered some trouble, but it's only solved it now. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"What trouble?" Han Qinghe said contemptuously. "You are a hooligan, right?"

As soon as he said that, Han Qinghe remembered the scene of Tang Huan kissing herself in the office again. Her heart suddenly tightened and her throat was dry.

That was not a shy reaction when a woman first started to fall in love, but a nausea...

Tang Huan smiled slightly and said seriously: "I really don't like that kind of thing."

"I have taste, Brother Huan, I admire you very much." Han Shijia hurriedly interrupted and stopped teasing Tang Huan's gap for his sister. He lit a candle to make a wish, and then began to cut the cake.

"Xiao Han, what wish did you make?" Tang Huan asked casually.

Han Shijia grinned, but did not keep it secret and said bluntly: "I hope my sister's career will be smooth sailing. Any troubles can be solved easily. Live a happy life."

Bad boy, you are really the best person in the world.

I admire you very much, too!
Chapter completed!