Su Yayan was stunned for a few seconds before she realized the meaning of Huo Chenhuan's words, hurriedly hugged his arm, and said with a flattering smile: "If you don't look for it, you won't look for it." has such a powerful husband, what else am I looking for, looking for you and looking for you. ”

Huo Chenhuan smiled, enjoying the favor from his daughter-in-law with peace of mind.

"I listened to the TV series you were rejected, it's about ancient opera? Have you read all the scripts? ”

"I've seen it, the script is very good." Just because it's good, she doesn't want to fool around.

The hard work of the original author, the crew and the actors, in the end, if you want to shoot only one four-like thing, it is better not to shoot.

Huo Chenhuan thought for a while and comforted: "If you bring the script with you, they will agree." ”

Su Yayan looked at him suspiciously, not quite understanding why he was so sure.

This surprise and doubt lasted until the next morning, when the two set off to find Director Luo.

"How can you be so sure that he will agree?"

"Although Director Luo doesn't have a good temper, he loves his wife very much, basically as long as it's his wife, he will listen to it."

"Huh?" Aren't they filming things? Why did you suddenly pull Director Luo to hurt his wife?

"Director Luo's wife is a well-known vocal artist, and she has studied opera very much, so she should be very interested in the theme of your play."

Su Yayan was stunned for a few seconds before she realized the meaning of Huo Chenhuan's words: "You are, as long as I can win the support of Luo Furao, Director Luo will definitely be willing to take over this drama?" ”

"Hmm."

Su Yayan's eyes lit up slightly, and she had a little more confidence in this trip.

Huo Chenhuan saw the change in her expression, and the corners of her lips also rose a little.

It was almost noon at the Liang Ran Luo family, and the old couple lived in an unpretentious apartment building.

Hearing the sound of the door opening the door, it was Luo Baogeng himself who opened the door to them, this Luo Dao looked very serious as rumored, and his eyebrows were suddenly raised at the end of the end, belonging to the type of non-angry and self-assured.

He saw that the two of them were stunned for a moment, and after a while, they seemed to think of something, and asked in a low voice, "Are you here to find Linghua?" ”

Luo Baogeng's wife's surname is Song, and her name is Linghua.

"Yes, I am Xie Jingyi's son, and I came to find Aunt Song today."

Hearing that he was looking for his wife, Luo Baogeng's face softened a little and moved out of the way: "Come in." ”

As soon as the two of them entered the house, a gentle voice came out of it: "Lao Luo, who is it?" ”

"It's Jingyi child, I'm looking for you."

"Jingyi child?" As soon as the words fell, an elegant old lady wearing a light gray cheongsam came out of the inner room.

According to Huo Chenhuan's law, the old lady should be sixty or seventy years old.

But the years seem to be particularly kind to this old lady, although it can be seen from the appearance that she is indeed old, but the gentle and elegant temperament can make people ignore her age, and their eyes unconsciously follow her.

"I remember." Song Linghua looked Huo Chenhuan up and down, and said with a slight smile, "You are Jingyi's son, right?" I called me yesterday, and I see my memory, the older I get, the more useless I become. ”

Immediately, he saw Su Yayan beside Huo Chenhuan again, and said suspiciously: "This is ......"

Huo Chenhuan held Su Yayan's hand: "This is my wife." ”

Su Yayan was also clever, and hurriedly shouted: "Aunt Song is good, Uncle Luo is good." ”