Chapter 309

Song Ci turned on the computer, his ten fingers flew over, and his eyes were staring at the computer without blinking.

Song Ci only glanced at the script, but it had already formed a fixed picture in her mind, and now, what she needed to do was to convert all these pictures into words.

Qin Lan rarely cooks, especially for Song Ci to eat, very dedicated, when it is done, as soon as she comes in, she sees that Song Ci has entered a state of selflessness, and she doesn't need Luo Jinsheng to remind her, she subconsciously shut up, and then sat down next to Song Ci, waiting for her to finish her busy work and start the meal at any time.

Su Yichuan looked for a circle of people but had no result, and when he rushed in and wanted to ask what to do, he saw Song Ci's ten fingers flying.

"My aunt, you still have the heart to play with the computer, you ......"

When he walked over and glanced at the computer screen, he froze.

"Drama drama drama...... Screenplay? ”

Luo Jinsheng frowned and swept towards Su Yichuan, "You don't have to worry about the script, the news sent out today has not diminished, and the rest will be left to you." ”

"Okay."

Song Ci was busy from noon to evening.

The moonlight hung high, the moonlight outside the window sprinkled on the ground, and the house was brightly lit, but there was no noise except the clicking of typing.

And in the house, there are actually two other people.

Song Ci typed the last word, feeling that her whole body stiffened, she frowned and moved her body, only to find Qin Lan who was almost asleep next to her.

Luo Jinsheng waited for her to finish her work, and saw that the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked when she stopped.

"Done?"

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, "You guys, have you been waiting for me for a long time?" Then I looked at the time of my watch, and my heart jumped.

She hadn't gotten used to the presence of other people around her besides Leng Hanyi, so when she fell into her own world, her perception of the outside world weakened a lot.

Qin Lan raised her head when she heard Song Ci's voice, her eyes were full of smiles, and there was no resentment at all.

"Xiao Porcelain is done, I'll go and heat up the food, you haven't eaten anything at noon, you must be hungry."

Then without waiting for Song Ci to speak, Qin Lan had already walked out quickly.

Song Ci looked at Qin Lan's back, and for the first time had an emotion called guilt.

Qin Lan is her real mother, and they have missed two lives, but they still recognize each other after going around and around.

Song Ci put on his shoes, walked quickly to the restaurant next to him, and walked beside Qin Lan.

"Aunt Qin, I'll help you."

Luo Jinsheng also walked over.

When everything is ready, then I sit down and prepare for dinner.

"Xiao porcelain, do you need Auntie's help with the script?"

Song Ci shook his head, "No, I've already finished writing the script." ”

Qin Lan's eyes were surprised, "It's all written out?" ”

Qin Lan watched Song Ci take over the script that Director Chen had received, and from the perspective of time, she only had time to flip through the script when she was standing in the banquet hall with herself, and just remembered everything with such a few things.

Although I had seen Song Ci's strongest brain before, I was still amazed when I looked at it again.

Song Ci didn't think this was a big deal, and nodded indifferently.

After Qin Lan was surprised, she was full of pride, "Mom's little porcelain is really the best." ”

In fact, with the relationship between Qin Lan and Director Chen, it is not a problem to ask for another script, but she will never mention Song Ci to make decisions, especially in the things she has worked hard for.

It's peaceful inside, but the situation outside the door is not so optimistic.

As soon as Luo Yi's car stopped, he found a slightly familiar car parked not far from his car.

He got out of the car and walked a few steps forward, and saw Leng Hanyi sitting in the car, holding a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't mean to take a puff, looking at the end of the wall stupidly, like a wife stone.