Jian Han subconsciously waved his hand, as if in this way, he could wave away the subtle unhappiness.

She walked briskly in front of Roy, spread her right hand, and urged in a lively tone: "Okay, our future Oscar winner for Best Screenplay, now, can you show me our Oscar script?" ”

Roy covered his chest, opened his eyes, and moaned: "God, dear, I know you are the actress that all directors dream of - you get into the play quickly, and you get out of the play faster!" ”

"But can you make a little transition when the two roles are switched? I feel like I'm going to have a nervous breakdown from you! ”

Cyril next to him grabbed his shoulders and sneered: "Okay, I also want to hurry up and see what kind of script our big screenwriter has written for us!" ”

He crossed Roy's shoulder, noticed Ryan's expression on the side, was stunned, and blurted out: "Wait, wouldn't Ryan haven't seen the script either?!" ”

Ryan shook his head silently.

"Heh-" Cyril chuckled lowly, whispering in Roy's ear menacingly, "Honey, you'd better be sure your script is good enough, or I'll be happy to have a date with sharks at the bottom of the Atlantic!" ”

Roy, who vaguely knew Cyril's background, shuddered, goosebumps all over his body rose, he shook his shoulders, got rid of Cyril's clamps, raised himself slightly, took out the printed document from under his buttocks, and handed it forward.

The faces of the three people changed at the same time, and Jian Han's face was incredulous: "God, Roy, you have been-"

Roy scratched his head a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid that when I re-review the manuscript, I can't help but tear them up if I see a word that is not pleasing to the eye." ”

"When you first came in, you saw what it was like in the house."

Jian Han knew where the confetti came from, but she stared at the stack of manuscript papers in Roy's hand, and as long as she thought of where they had just been, she resisted to take them from the bottom of her heart.

Apparently, Cyril and Ryan had the same idea as her.

Soon, Cyril gave an order with a gloomy face: "You go and apply for a new mailbox and send us an electronic document." ”

Roy picked up the tablet and muttered to express his dissatisfaction: "I want to apply for a new mailbox again-"

Cyril resisted the idea of dragging Roy out and beating him up, damn it, who is to blame for this!

Ryan on the side rolled up his sleeves slowly and opened his mouth calmly: "One minute." ”

In the next second, Roy stood up with a swish, and raised his right hand high: "I applied for it!" ”

Jian Han looked at this scene in surprise and asked curiously, "What's the situation?" ”

Cyril's teeth itched with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said: "He has been blocked too many times, and he is already familiar with applying for an email address, and Ryan means, if Roy can't figure it out within a minute, he will let Roy see what his teeth look like." ”

Jian Han silently added the word violent tendencies to Ryan's label in his heart, and noted to Roy that he bullied the soft and feared the hard.

Jian Han took out the phone and put it back quietly, she didn't forget, what happened when she opened the phone just now, Cyril on the side noticed her actions and handed the phone to her directly: "You use my phone to watch, I'll use the tablet with Ryan to watch——"

Before he could finish speaking, his phone rang as if it were urgent, and Cyril looked at the familiar number with a strange expression, and then at the young girl who handed the phone back to him with a look of disappointment, and suddenly a bold idea suddenly occurred in his head.

He coughed lightly, didn't take the phone, folded his hands, and looked at the young girl with a pleading face: "Jane, this is a call from my old old-fashioned landlord, I was busy with work last month, and I paid the rent a few days late, and he wanted to kick me out, can you get him to stop calling?" ”

"Well, with your acting skills—"

Jian Han was stunned, Roy and Ryan raised their heads at the same time, looked at Cyril with strange expressions, and then looked at Jian Han, Roy picked up the phone with a straight face, swiped his thumb quickly, and knocked out a message in the chat interface of only three people: Hell! Cyril, what do you want to do to our heroine?! Didn't you buy the house you live in?!

Cyril glanced down at the tablet in his hand, his fingertips moving.

Cyril: Ryan.

Ryan: Do you want to see the front teeth or the back molars?

Roy: Alright! You guys won! But I remind you, whatever you want to do, it's best to wait until we're done!

Cyril: Ryan.

Ryan: Left hand or right hand?

Roy:! Why don't you two die!

Cyril's eyes didn't leave Jian Han for a moment, his handsome face was full of earnestness, and he asked softly, "Okay?" ”

Jian Han hesitated and said, "I'll try it." ”

Pressing the answer button, a somewhat old but angry voice immediately came from the opposite side, "Cyril, you bastard!" How dare you hang up the phone! ”

Well, I don't understand a word except Cyril's name!

Jian Han's eyes were empty, and he looked at Cyril with a blank expression, and Cyril made a silent lip shape: "He is speaking Spanish." ”

Oh, that's easy!

Jian Han's mood instantly relaxed, and she started her performance without any pressure: "Hello, sir, this is the customer service hotline of Huaguo Mobile, please press 1 for business inquiries, and press 2 for fault reporting——"

"For manual service, please press ...... Sorry, there is no human service. ”

With the sweet female voice, the opposite side was silent for a moment, and then an even more deafening roar erupted: "#! ￥%%！ @@——”

Oh, I still can't understand a word, and I don't feel pressured to say it at all.

Jian Han continued her performance: "Hello, this is the customer service hotline of Huaguo Unicom, please press 1 for mobile card transfer to China Unicom card, and press 2 for mobile card scrapping——"

"If you need manual service, please deposit 10,000 yuan in advance."

The grumpy old man on the other side quickly hung up, and only five seconds later, the phone rang again, this time, it was the voice of a young man with a thick accent, speaking awkward English: "HELLO? ”

Jian Han spoke English cooperatively, and his voice was gentle: "Hello, sir, welcome to call the True Love Alliance hotline, what kind of man do you like?" Is it OK to be a muscular hunk? Oh, don't like it—"

"Is that muscular hunk in a skirt okay?"

"What about the muscular hunk in a miniskirt and black stockings?"

Listening to the busy sound from the mobile phone, Jian Han looked at Cyril with an innocent face: "He hung up." ”

This time, the phone didn't move for a long time.

Roy looked shocked, Ryan had a complicated expression, and Cyril looked at her even more indescribably, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he praised insincerely: "Well done!" ”