"No, still no! What went wrong? ”

Yan Huaiqing bit the tip of his pen and stared at the snow-white paper in front of him with a frown. In the trash can at her feet, there were already a lot of crumpled paper balls, and a little handwriting could be seen on them. It's clear that she's not running out of inspiration, but rather bothered by what she's written.

Probably because she was disappointed too many times, she felt a little irritable, so she simply lay on the table and tapped the table with the tip of her pen one by one: "I've tried so many times, why can't I find a way to change?" ”

It has been more than ten days since he returned to China, and Wen's company's project is progressing very smoothly, and after Mu Zhuoyao came back, he shocked those who were ready to move very well. Mu Lingchen also transferred to a new school, and it seems that the children in the school are playing very well.

Only her.

Originally, after coming back, I couldn't wait to go to Song Meilun to ask for the contact information of several directors, and then call to visit and meet in detail. In order to negotiate cooperation, she also deliberately prepared a script in advance, wanting the director to take a look at it first.

But no matter which director it is, after watching it, they rejected her without exception.

The reason given is nothing more than that what she writes does not bear any resemblance to traditional routines, and the storylines in some places are too bold for anyone to try easily.

In fact, before Yan Huaiqing returned to China, she also made up for many domestic TV series and movies, and always felt that the current domestic plot was full of laws and lack of innovation, which was suitable for her extremely jumping writing style. I thought that it would be easy to find the first partner after returning to China, but I didn't expect to hit a wall again and again, and until now I have not been able to negotiate cooperation.

In order to be able to successfully take the first step, in desperation, she had to try to change her unique way of writing and learn those clichéd plots that have been rotten on the street. However, it is always difficult to force changes.

When Mu Zhuoyao walked in, what he saw was that his little wife, who was usually energetic, was now lying on the table very dejectedly. Thinking of what she was busy with these days, he immediately guessed what was going on: "Why do you look so depressed, are you still worried about the script?" ”

Yan Huaiqing didn't look back, didn't even change his posture, sighed and replied: "Yes, I really can't learn that kind of rotten street routine, how to write is awkward, I always feel like a child copying homework." But if I write it my own way...... You know, no one wants it at all. ”

Although Mu Zhuoyao wanted to comfort her, he still felt that her appearance of a salted fish with no fighting spirit was a little funny. couldn't help but shake his head, walked over and patted her head lightly with a smile: "What's there to worry about, your husband and my family have a big business, even if you go out shopping every day and squander, you can completely afford to support your mother and son!" ”

"Don't make a fuss."

Yan Huaiqing finally moved his body to avoid the claws of his demon who tried to ruffle his hair, but he was not in the mood to joke with him at all.

Mu Zhuoyao sighed helplessly, pulled over the empty chair on the side and sat down beside her: "I told you before, although I am not involved in the entertainment industry, I can still match people." No matter how bad it is, the director and actors can all arrange it for you, but you don't want to. ”

"Only incompetent people go through the back door, and I'm going to walk through it on my own."

It's the same sentence again.

Mu Zhuoyao was really helpless.

Of course, he knew that she had always adhered to this principle, but if it was to make him look at his lover every day with a sad face and worry about a script, he would rather her be a vase with nothing to show for it.

He opened his mouth, and wanted to persuade a few more words, but Yan Huaiqing's mobile phone suddenly rang under a pile of drafts.

"Hey, hello?"

She turned on her phone, it was just a lazy greeting, but she didn't know what the caller said, she immediately became energetic, and even the salted fish smell on her body just now disappeared completely.

“…… Okay, okay, this weekend, right? Then you set a place, and I'll go over when the time comes. ”

Mu Zhuoyao held his chin and watched the changes of his little wife one after another, and only felt a little curious: "This is where the divine came to a timely rain, which is actually more effective than my husband's words." ”

Yan Huaiqing put down his mobile phone, threw himself into his arms, and secretly coaxed someone who smelled of vinegar inexplicably, and replied obediently: "It's the little apprentice that the teacher said before." When I returned to China, I sent a fragment of the script I wrote to his mailbox, and it is estimated that there were too many messages that were buried, and I didn't get a reply until just now. ”

"Oh? So what did he say? ”

"He said that he was very interested in my new ideas, but there were many things that he didn't understand very well, so he planned to make an appointment to talk to the local people."

Her tone seemed a little excited, and she looked happy, as if the person with a sad face a few days ago was not her.

Although Mu Zhuoyao was a little appreciative, he also knew that his A-Jing had touched the wall so many times, and now he finally found someone who probably had the same interests as her, and of course he was very happy.

He is a very rational person, even if he is jealous, he will never get in the way of business, so this vinegar smell will naturally fall to other aspects.

After a good night's dream, when Yan Huaiqing was woken up from hunger, the sun had just climbed into the clouds.

"It's all your fault, I'm going to see that 'little apprentice' today, what if I give a bad impression to others!"

Seeing that there were some obvious marks on his neck that couldn't be covered, Yan Huaiqing couldn't help but glance angrily at the man behind him.

However, the culprit shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent look, and then said innocently: "If you don't have a good impression, it's not good, and it's not a date." If he dares to look below your neck, that's really ill-intentioned. ”

Yan Huaiqing was speechless for a while, and simply turned around and continued to try to cover those embarrassing traces with foundation: "It's just a meeting, don't you eat flying vinegar, okay?" If I could make it clear in a few words on the phone, I wouldn't have to make this trip. ”

She smeared it on her neck for a while, but finally gave up on the idea of covering something with foundation and went to the closet to find a dress that needed to be matched with a silk scarf.

After choosing the clothes, seeing that Mu Zhuoyao was still looking at her on the bed, Yan Huaiqing gently pecked at the corner of his lips like coaxing a child: "Okay, now you should wish me well." I promise, I won't give any man a second glance but you, okay? ”