God Made Incompatibility - Chapter 48

Except for the few pages of the script that Sheng Jinshu showed her to tease her that day, Meng Wanji had never formally contacted the script of the radio drama. She wasn’t sure how much different a voice-acted script would be from a normal acting script.

“What kind of story do you want to make?” She didn’t answer right away.

Sheng Jinshu smiled: “The story you wrote.”

Meng Wanji looked at her for two seconds, then withdrew her eyes, the corners of her lips looming. After a while, she let go: “Can you show me the script of the radio drama?”

Sheng Jinshu knew that there was a play, and was overjoyed: “Okay.” She reassured her: “Actually, it’s similar to an ordinary script, but the way of thinking in constructing the picture may be slightly different, and it pays more attention to verbal dialogue.”

Meng Wanji doesn’t like to promise unsure things: “Wait for me to see.”

Sheng Jinshu knew that he was no longer reluctant to advance or retreat: “Okay.” She changed the subject and chatted with Meng Wanji about the commercial development of radio dramas in recent years, the development of the dubbing industry, and then the development of the entire cultural industry.

She didn’t say anything very general, just shared with her a few stories of friends who were deeply involved in gossip. Everyone is so small and everyone is so shining. In their story, Meng Wanji heard the pulsing sound of the dream for a long time.

She replied silently, but the blood in her body seemed to slowly boil.

Something is stirring.

Sheng hibiscus book will stop when you click.

Fortunately, after another hour of fishing, Meng Wanji also caught a small fish. The two were not greedy and went home. Sheng Jinshu said that she wanted to eat whole roasted fish, so Meng Wanji picked up some ingredients in the refrigerator to satisfy her wish, one roasted and one stewed.

Whether it is roasting or stewing, it takes time for the fish to be cooked, so Sheng Jinshu invited Meng Wanji to read the script in the study first.

Meng Wanji had no objection.

The two went upstairs. There was only one computer chair in the study. Sheng Jinshu asked Meng Wanji to sit, but Meng Wanji didn’t. Because the recording had just been made two days ago, the microphone equipment on Sheng Jin’s bookshelf was also confiscated, and even the interface of the recording software was not related.

The twists and turns of the green sonic line looked inscrutable, and Meng Wanji couldn’t help but take a second look.

Sheng Jinshu found out the previous episodes of the script and handed it to her, found her sight, and joked: “Perhaps, you not only want to be a screenwriter, but also want to dub?”

Meng Wanji laughed lightly, took the script from her hand and ignored her.

Sheng Jinshu was half joking and half serious: “It’s not impossible.”

Meng Wanji’s voice was as cold and clean as hers. It was a cold and unrequited voice, with a sense of abstinence and seduction.

Meng Wanji was not interested: “I’m just curious about your state during the recording.”

“Um?”

“Are you really crying when you cry?” She rarely joked.

Sheng Jinshu laughed: “You just want to hear me cry?”

Meng Wanji’s eyes flickered, and she lowered her head to read the script: “It’s not like that.”

“Um?”

“It’s better to laugh.”

Her tone was light, but her auricles exposed in the air were a little red.

Sheng Jinshu was stunned, his eyes softened. She stretched her arms around Meng Wanji’s back, supported her legs lightly, pushed her to sit on the desk, and said, “I’ll record it for you.”

Meng Wanji was uncomfortable, how could she have done such an outrageous act of sitting on a table, pressing her hand on the table and wanting to go down, but Sheng Jinshu pulled the computer chair one step ahead of her and sat beside her lap, raised her hand to point at her shoulders: “Sure.”

Meng Wanji: “…”

What the hell.

She wanted to call her “childish”, but she opened her lips and smiled without saying a word.

Forget it, she thought, no one would see it either.

She curled up her fingertips on the table and pampered Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu restarted the software, turned on the device, picked up two scripts from the table, and asked her, “Which one do you want to listen to?”

Meng Wanji didn’t care: “It’s fine.”

Sheng Jinshu thought for a while, her red lips twitched, and she deliberately picked a passage that impressed her.

She has been dubbing for many years, and she has been in and out of the play very quickly. Even if it was the first time to record with someone nearby, she was still able to record a game that she had already recorded once.

Meng Wanji hadn’t read the script, but only listened to Sheng Jinshu’s performance and quickly understood the character.

It was an overwhelming feeling of sickness.

“Where did he kiss? Here? Here? Or here?” Sheng Jinshu spoke in a more mature voice than her original voice, her face was calm, but her voice was strangely flirtatious and gentle.

Meng Wanji wanted to laugh when she saw her expression at first, but unknowingly she was brought into the plot, and she was fascinated by it.

Sheng Jinshu said, “Let go of you? How can this be done?”

“What good does he have to make you so stubborn?”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind, I’ll help you clean up.” Her tone became more and more gentle, but more and more creepy.

Meng Wanji was thinking about the meaning of “clean and clean” when Sheng Jinshu raised his hand and began to **** the back of his hand frantically.

Meng Wanji: “…”

She suddenly remembered the kisses and ambiguous sounds she heard at the entrance on the first day of Sheng Jinshu’s stay. Was it also sucked out like this?

That’s… pretty hard work.

She couldn’t help but smile, fearing that it would affect Sheng Jinshu’s state, she struggled to not even let out her breath, but she was still discovered by Sheng Jinshu for some unknown reason.

Sheng Jinshu didn’t hold his hands anymore, and raised his chin to look at her: “You laughed so happily.”

Meng Wanji cleared her throat and forced herself to be serious: “Were all the kisses in the play recorded like this?”

“if not?”

“It’s quite difficult.”

“Who said no?” Sheng Jinshu’s smile deepened, and he suddenly remembered something. She stood up, squeezed one leg between Meng Wanji’s knees, put one hand on the table, stared into Meng Wanji’s eyes and said, “You reminded me.”

Meng Wanji forced herself to remain calm: “What?”

Sheng Jinshu said, “You owe me a lantern show.”

Meng Wanji’s smile climbed up to her eyes without knowing it. She pretended to be stupid: “what do you mean?”

Sheng Jinshu rubbed her chin: “Why did you slam the door on the first day of your stay?”

“I do not remember.”

Sheng Jinshu didn’t believe it: “It doesn’t matter, then let me remind you.”

She smiled, suddenly changed her sweet voice, stared at Meng Wanji and began to gasp softly.

Meng Wanji’s face was red, and she quickly reached out to cover Sheng Jinshu’s mouth. “Shengjinshu!”

Sheng Jinshu’s eyes turned into crescents when he smiled.

She stretched out her tongue and licked Meng Wanji’s palm, Meng Wanji retracted her hand as if burned by the fire, and stared at Sheng Jinshu in shame.

Sheng Jinshu joked: “Do you remember?”

The voice is a little hoarse after using the voice, lazy and sexy.

Meng Wanji turned her head and didn’t answer her, her face was slightly raised.

Sheng Jinshu’s eyes wavered: “So, do you have to pay me a game?”

Meng Wanji didn’t say a word, hesitated for two seconds, and handed her the back of her hand.

Sheng Jin’s book is inch by inch. She raised her hand and grabbed it, pressed her hand on the table, and laughed softly: “Why do you want to be far away?”

Meng Wanji didn’t expect it, and hurriedly pulled out, Sheng Jinshu pressed him down.

She leaned in to kiss Meng Wanji’s chin and teased her: “You accompany me, so that my opponent’s CV doesn’t even need to be recorded, and it will save trouble later.”

Meng Wanji: “…” Who would record their kissing voice for others to listen to, “Are you a pervert?”

She was annoyed and amused.

Sheng Jinshu sipped her earlobe lightly: “I’m not recording a pervert.”

She changed to the mature voice just now, and there was a little strangeness in the familiarity.

The pores in Meng Wanji’s ears trembled, as if she had been electrocuted. She forbade: “You don’t talk like that.”

The voice trembled slightly.

Sheng Jinshu smiled even more: “Which?”

Still that voice, full of provocation.

Meng Wanji bit her lip and pushed her. Sheng Jinshu didn’t move and kissed her ear. Meng Wanji struggled and wanted to refuse, but the two started laughing and making trouble.

The clothes are messy, the atmosphere is getting hot, and the gun is about to go off.

“Cousin, we’re here to greet you!” A loud female voice suddenly came from the door.

Meng Wanji and Sheng Jinshu were caught off guard, agitated and reflexively looked at the source of the sound.

At the door of the study, an old man and a young woman were standing by the stairs and looking at them. The young woman’s throat moved, and she made a loud saliva swallowing sound.

The four of them looked at each other, the air was deadly quiet.