Chapter 873 Cv Is a Tearful Ghost (11)

"Yes, yes, yes, yes...it doesn't matter how much money you have."

Xia Ling replied to the private chat.

At this time, it had been at least ten minutes since the previous pia scene ended.

——The private chat that got stuck to the explosion is just so powerful.

Xia Ling thought that Cheng Hao would not reply, who knew that Cheng Hao over there was still awake.

[He Cheng] said to you: "Sleep now? Can you do me a favor?"

help? Well, well, if you want, I will pick off all the stars for you.

You said to [Hecheng]: "I didn't sleep, what's the matter? God."

[He Cheng] said to you: "I'll take you to a channel to try your dubbing skills."

You said to [Hecheng]: "Okay."

It's so late at night, so people won't be allowed to sleep. How about trying her dubbing skills at such a late hour?

Xia Ling murmured in his heart.

The next moment, she was directly pulled into a channel room.

Then, a purple vest was put on her ID.

The purple vest is the sub-channel administrator in the guild, who can adjust the settings of this channel at will.

At this time, Xia Ling didn't know how high the gold content of her purple horse was.

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Cheng Hao sent the manuscript to Xia Ling.

"wait for me a while."

He turned off the mic.

Xia Ling waited here bored for a while, and looked at the message he sent her this time.

Is it Lin Qingxuan's lyrical prose?

In a high-end community in Shanghai, the man went to wash up, moved the laptop into the bedroom, turned on the small speakers, and adjusted the sound.

Cheng Hao: "I'm alright, are you alright?"

"Hmm", Xia Ling read the manuscript, and she had already memorized it, so of course there would be no problem.

Lying on the bed, Cheng Hao pulled off the thin blanket and closed his eyes.

"Okay then, let's get started."

Xia Ling: "Okay."

She cleared her throat slightly.

""Butterfly Seed" Lin Qingxuan."

"I'm in the yard, observing how a chrysalis turns into a butterfly..."

Mu Rou's voice is super suitable for reading prose, not because she is boasting, this kind of line skills, if taken to the radio station, is good enough for any prose program.

Cheng Hao used this to test her line skills, he really underestimated her!

Xia Ling read it seriously, with a natural, soothing and graceful tone.

Across the network and the small speaker, the man closed his eyes and lay quietly on the big bed in the bedroom, listening to the soft voice with the tranquility of a river flowing past his ears.

This feeling is very good, Cheng Hao is very comfortable, as if all the cells in his body are stretched out.

As the girl recited softly, he was brought into the world of prose, and gradually, he felt drowsy.

Cheng Hao, who suffered from insomnia until now, fell asleep naturally in Xia Ling's third essay.

Xia Ling was still serious about the headset.

Said it was to test her lines skills, did she want to test her endurance, so she was given so many essays?

The fifth, the sixth...

She took a sip of water and felt a little sleepy.

At that time, the time displayed on the computer was already 5:30, and it really stayed up all night.

Xia Ling asked: "He Chengda, are you satisfied? Huh?"

On Mai Xu's side, the man was as quiet as if the wheat was closed.

Xia Ling: "He Cheng is big?"

There is still no response from the other side...

Could it be that he fell asleep?

Xia Ling asked Hi Hi to directly project Cheng Hao's scene to her.

In the dark room, the man was lying on the spacious big bed. He was wearing a gray silk pajamas and covered with a thin blanket. His stern facial features were softened by sleeping.

This sleep is so correct, it must not be sleepy later...

Xia Ling looked around on the screen.

really! The laptop and the small speaker on the table next to it still display that sub-channel.