Before I met you, I didn't see the bright moon. - Fu Mingyan

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Late October, late autumn.

It was raining very hard today, and there was no one to see on the road early in the morning.

Room 1101 of the Imperial Metropolis is very lively.

The casino, where every inch of land is valuable, brings together most of the sons and daughters in the Beijing circle, and everyone pushes cups and changes lamps, hugging left and right, and the sound of dogs and horses.

Lu Ruan had no intention of participating in the boring game of several people, and only sat in the corner alone, drinking glass after glass, passing the time, and his scrutinizing eyes occasionally hit the trouser leg of the man in the center of the sofa.

She didn't dare look up at him, in fact, if it weren't for all the drinking, she wouldn't have been so calm as she was now.

Fu Mingyan, the richest and most powerful member of the Fu family in the imperial capital, is gloomy and gloomy, cold and noble, kills without blinking, her ex-boyfriend.

It's been four years, and she never thought that a person she couldn't avoid would be able to meet on the day she returned home. What is even more unexpected is that it will be on such an embarrassing occasion.

She took out her mobile phone, and it had been two and a half hours, and the other party hadn't even looked at her, obviously not wanting to talk to her at all. Today, she is simply boring to herself.

After a long time, Fu Mingyan finally raised his head in a small increment, cocked Erlang's legs, and asked expressionlessly, "How much is it at a time?"

As soon as the words fell, the box began to be agitated.

Fu Mingyan's facial features are extremely three-dimensional, his skin is excessively cold and white, his eyebrows and eyes are deep, the bridge of his nose is high, and he is wearing a black suit, which is straight without a trace of wrinkles.

Such words came out of his mouth, sarcastic and cold, enough to give people enough room to make up for their brains.

Lu Ruan didn't expect that after four years of not seeing her, the first thing he said to her would be like this...... Underdrawn.

She raised her eyes faintly: "Look at the amplitude, the small amplitude is 50,000, and the large amplitude will add another zero." ”

Fu Mingyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What is the big bottom line?" ”

Lu Ruan was calm as usual: "It depends on your requirements." ”

"Can you say yes to anything I ask?" His voice was as low as a guqin, inexplicably provocative.

Lu Ruan pursed his lips, his nails clasped into his palms, and his tone was unwavering, "It's not so absolute, it also depends on my personal ability to try to meet the needs of customers." ”

Fu Mingyan coughed, changed positions on his legs, and tilted his head to look at her as if he was interested.

She was dressed like a teenager as before, in a white T-shirt, super shorts, a pair of small white shoes on her feet, and a deer tattooed on her right ankle.

Fu Mingyan's restrained gaze was fixed on that Wen, and a glimmer of light flashed in his expression, but he quickly returned to his previous carelessness, "I'll add two more zeros to you." ”

Fu Ye spent a lot of money, and the atmosphere in the box was even more subtle, and Lu Ruan could clearly hear the whispers of the men and women around him.

It seems that he deliberately made her unable to get off the stage today.

She grinded her teeth and calculated in her brain, adding two zeros to half a million......

Fu Mingyan is really willing to spend money in this regard!

Lu Ruan chuckled, and suddenly said: "Master Fu thinks too much, what I came to talk about today is small-budget film investment, and the magnitude I am talking about is the magnitude of script modification." ”

There was a boos in the box, and Lu Ruan had already walked to the door as if no one was around.

Fu Mingyan paused obviously and stood up: "How about three zeros?" You're ...... tonight."

Lu Ruan's fingers clenched the doorknob and swallowed hard, "I'm sorry, the rookie screenwriter doesn't understand your rules here, the kind of business you talked about, you go out and turn right." ”

Although her tone of voice was not hurried, anyone with a discerning eye could see that her eyes were full of anger.

Everyone suddenly didn't even dare to fart, looking at the imperial capital, no one dared to slap Fu Ye's face so blatantly.

However, before everyone could react, Lu Ruan's voice sounded again: "Also, Fu Ye may not know much about me, I am a screenwriter, not a screenwriter!" ”

With a bang, the box door slammed shut, she threw off her backpack and walked away in style.

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This article focuses on falling in love, mainly sprinkling sugar, supplemented by slapping the face~