Chapter: 1111

"Then when do we start?" Liu Sheng asked.

"You can start now."

"Okay, this way please." Liu Sheng took the lead and walked to the inside, and said at the same time: "Ten songs a day, the time is a bit tight, but every time you finish recording a song, I can post-production here. After recording all at one o'clock, it is estimated that it can be processed before nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Then please trouble Teacher Liu." Zhou Fei said again and again.

Everyone came to the recording studio, and Zi Yan started recording music.

The first song, the most beautiful expectation.

After a song was sung, everyone present, including Liu Sheng, shook their heads with emotion:

"Zi Yan's voice is really nice."

"As expected of a song written by Han Yang, the quality is undeniable."

"Good music."

"..."

A song was sung very steadily, which made people's eyes shine. Even Liu Sheng couldn't wait to prepare for post-production and listen to the effect.

However, a song needs to be recorded several times, and today's task load is quite a lot.

As soon as Zi Yan started to work, she was very serious, and she was in a very good condition today. She sang a few songs and only drank two sips of water, her throat didn't feel tired at all.

Until nearly one o'clock in the morning, all ten songs were recorded.

In the end, the staff were very energetic, and Liu Sheng informed that the production could be finished around 8 o'clock in the morning.

Everything was prepared in an orderly manner.

Zi Yan and Zhou Fei left the company with Liu Sheng sending them off.

Get in the Bugatti and drive back to the restaurant.

When she was about to get in the car, Zi Yan took out her mobile phone and looked at the time:

"It's 1:15, are they all asleep?"

"Sister Yan, why don't you go to sleep with me today?" Zhou Fei asked casually.

"No, take me back to the restaurant." Zi Yan thought for a while and said.

Open WeChat, find Zhang Han, the note is: idiot.

Send a voice message: "You, are you asleep?"

There was no reply to the message for a long time.

As if asleep.

Zi Yan pursed her lips, there were few vehicles on the road late at night, Zhou Fei drove faster, and returned to the restaurant at 1:30.

After Zi Yan got off the car, Zhou Fei drove back to her residence.

Walking to the door of the restaurant, seeing the darkness inside, Zi Yan bit her lower lip lightly.