Just after she sent this message, Yun Moyan reported it to Qi Zhan. Qi Zhan was sitting on the sofa preparing sushi for Wen Xiao. When she received the phone, she was stunned. When she heard Yun Moyan's words, a flash of light with unknown meaning flashed in her eyes.

"I see. Please send me the place where they meet most often. It's hard."

On the other side, Wen Xiao is watching the script attentively, punctuating it with a pen from time to time.

She was completely immersed in the world of the script, completely unaware of the approach of men.

"There is a flower called twin flower, a two flower, and blossom in bloom. But age-old, one of them will continue to absorb the nutrients and essence of another. Finally, a charming and colorful person will be defeated and withered. It is a kind of helplessness and a fate. A flower creates the life of its love flower with its own life.

She and she are like twin flowers... "

"What are you looking at? So fascinated?" the man came up to Wen Xiao's ear. He still had the fresh smell of Cucumber in his hand. He pinned the girl's scattered hair behind his ear and whispered, "didn't you say you wanted to cook rice balls by yourself? I left you some materials..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Wen Xiaozheng was fascinated. He waved his hand casually and said he wouldn't go. "You can handle it. I won't do it."

Qi Zhan picked his eyebrows and looked at the script.

It doesn't matter if you don't look. At this point, you can see the problem.

"Ah Yi put his hand on Xiao Yao's chest and moved slowly down... The girl gasped in a hurry..."

"Ah Yi touched Xiao Yao's forehead and opened his lips: I miss you so much..."

Qi Zhan:

"What the hell is this!" the man grabbed the script and threw it aside, feeling full of crisis. "Isn't it a double mistress?! what is this!"

"It's a double mistress..." Wen Xiao looked at Qi Zhan blankly, "teacher Qi and I......"

"What's all that? It can't be tickling?" Qi Zhan tightened his eyebrows and wrote reluctantly on his face. "Who wrote the book like a love chip!"

"Mr. Li Li..." Wen Xiao shrunk his neck. "He hasn't been out of the mountain for several years. This is the script he has carefully prepared for two or three years..."

Qi Zhan was choked by this sentence, so he swallowed what he wanted to say.

Mr. Li is a very popular man. He never writes a commercial script. No matter how popular it is, as long as he likes, he will write a look. The industry privately calls him "Li madman".

But which genius is not crazy?

Each of Mr. Li's plays is a boutique. Only the actors do not deserve his book, but there is never a situation where the script is sorry for the actors.

It can be said that the film has been half successful if we can get Li's book.

In addition, Qi Guo, an internationally recognized old opera bone

Qi Zhan took a complicated look at the book he had thrown aside.

... I still don't want Wen Xiao to shoot.

"Eat first," Qi Zhan said, rubbing his head with a headache. "We'll talk about other nights."

Wen Xiao looked at him with a complicated face.

"... what do you think? You're not coming to my aunt. I'm not so beast!" Qi Zhan smiled angrily by her expression and dragged the girl to the restaurant.



That night, the rose hotel.

"Why, didn't you get the Best Newcomer Award? I'm still worried about not filming?" MINGYE sat on the bed with his shirt tied and a burning cigarette between his fingertips.