"You're not quite well, so go over and sit down. Zheng Zhefan hugged Ai Meier's shoulder and said with concern.

"I'm fine, Zheng, I'm glad you're here. Ai Meier smiled.

But she obediently followed Zheng Zhefan back to the house and sat down on the sofa.

"My face is much better than before. Zheng Zhefan looked at Ai Meier's face and said.

"It's all the medicine you gave me that works better, I took one pill, and then it got a lot better. Thank you, Zheng. Ai Meier said and leaned over and kissed Zheng Zhefan on the mouth.

"When did you get this disease, and why haven't I heard you say it before?" asked Zheng Zhefan.

"This disease is from the placenta, and I was born with it. At its worst, I had to have blood transfusions almost every day or I would have died. Later, it was a little better, and it was necessary to have a blood transfusion every three or five days. Later, when I grew up, the disease got a lot better, and sometimes, I could last for more than a month before I got sick, and I thought I was cured, but unfortunately I didn't. Ai Meier said with a sigh.

"Good poor boy. Zheng Zhefan put his arm around her shoulders and shook his head.

"I don't feel sorry for me, I'm lucky enough to meet a good boy like you. Ai Meier said.

"Well, Ai Mei'er, maybe one day you will be completely cured, come on!" Zheng Zhefan said.

"Zheng, please ......" Ai Meier gently stroked Zheng Zhefan's face with her hand, and said with a variety of charms.

"What?" asked Zheng Zhefan.

Ai Mei'er blushed and became a little expectant.

"I said, will you agree?" she looked at Zheng Zhefan with watery eyes.

"Perhaps, I'll say yes, but it depends on what happens. Zheng Zhefan said.

"It's not too difficult for you. Ai Meier said.

"What the hell is going on?" Zheng Zhefan scratched his head.

"I thought, I want to ask you to give me a child. Emger lowered her head.

"Oh?" Zheng Zhefan blinked.

"Why do you want to have children now?" asked Zheng Zhefan.

"Because, I know that you will not be with me very often, and if I have a child of yours, then it will make me feel a lot more at ease as if you are by my side every day. Ai Meier said.

Zheng Zhefan smiled: "Now, don't think about it so much, it's better to take care of your body, which is the most important thing." ”

"I'm now, very good, Zheng, come on, it's now, give me a child. As soon as Ai Meier turned over, she rode on Zheng Zhefan's lap and hugged his neck.

"It's not good. You're still weak, Ai Mei'er, don't think too much. Zheng Zhefan scratched his head and persuaded softly.

"No, I can't, I can't wait, Zheng, please. ”

Ai Meier twisted her body, stirring Zheng Zhefan's heart.

"But ......"

Before Zheng Zhefan's words were finished, Ai Meier's hand had already begun to take the initiative to unbutton Zheng Zhefan's clothes......

Ai Meier didn't stay in Yuzhou too much.

On December 27, after Christmas, she returned to the United States.

Zheng Zhefan took one night to get the movie script, and then he began to set up the crew.

To set up a crew, the most critical character is to find a good director, if the director is powerful, then basically don't need any effort from the investor, the director can do it single-handedly, and build the crew.

Although Zheng Zhefan has regarded reality shooting as a process of covering people's eyes, he still decided to do a full set of scenes and find a good director.

He locked his eyes on Zhang Yimu's body.

Zhang Yimu, an internationally renowned director, has won international awards for many films, and is an Oscar-winning director for Best Foreign Language Film.

Today's audience is very superstitious about authority and famous masters.

A big director like Zhang Yimu, as long as the shooting is not particularly bad, the box office can be guaranteed under normal circumstances.

Zheng Zhefan has watched a lot of movies made by Zhang Yimu before, and he still admires this great director.

This is also the main reason why he wants to invite him out of the mountain.

Zheng Zhefan got Zhang Yimu's phone first.

He called Zhang Yimu first.

The phone went out, and it rang until the end, but no one answered. Zheng Zhefan thought that the other party was busy, so he waited for a while and dialed again.

As a result, this time I hung up directly.

Zheng Zhefan frowned, which means that the other party doesn't want to answer his phone at all.

There was no way, Zheng Zhefan had no choice but to send a text message to Zhang Yimu: "Hello Mr. Zhang, I am Zheng Zhefan, recently, I want to invest in filming a film adapted from the famous network "The History of a Mortal's Heavenly Court Struggle", and I want to ask you to be the director, is it okay?"

He sent this text message, just took his mobile phone, and waited and waited and waited for a long time very boredly.

He sent this text message at 10 o'clock in the morning, and it was not until about 2 o'clock in the afternoon that Zhang Yimu replied with a text message: "You can come and talk, I am at home in the capital." ”

This answer is really succinct.

It was also very cold, and Zheng Zhefan didn't feel the slightest bit of temperature. Is it true that all big-name directors have this virtue?

Zheng Zhefan frowned.

Zhang Yimu's attitude made him feel very bad.

But Zheng Zhefan still decided to go to the capital to talk to Zhang Yimu.

He flew to the capital on the same day. It wasn't until 8 o'clock that night that he arrived at the Beijing International Airport. Zheng Zhefan took a taxi and rushed to the Kaixuan City-State Community near the Asian Games Village where Zhang Yimu lived.

At this time, it was already more than 9 o'clock in the evening.

Zheng Zhefan hesitated, but still didn't bother Zhang Yimu.

After all, it's not early.

The next morning, at around 9 o'clock, Zheng Zhefan called Zhang Yimu.

This time, Zhang Yimu answered the phone.

"Hello Mr. Zhang! I'm Zheng Zhefan, I've arrived in the capital now, near your home, I don't know if you have time, let's meet and talk." Zheng Zhefan said.

"Oh, you're early, but I've already made an appointment with a few friends this morning to talk about another play, so if you don't care, you can come here, and when we're almost done, I'll see how your book is." Zhang Yimu said.

"Okay, I don't know where you are, Teacher Zhang?" asked Zheng Zhefan.

"Well, we're at my house, you can come up too. Zhang Yimu said.

Zheng Zhefan walked into the community, found the building where Zhang Yimu's house was located, and took the elevator up.

When he came to the door of Zhang Yimu's house, he knocked on the door.

"Who?" a woman's voice sounded.

"My name is Zheng Zhefan, and I made an appointment with Teacher Zhang. Zheng Zhefan said.

"Squeak!"

The door opened.

A bright and gentle woman leaned out half of her face to look at Zheng Zhefan, and then laughed: "It's really Zheng Zhefan!