Xia Changyue bit her lip in annoyance.

If he knew that today's scene was simply adapted from their experience of falling in love back then, would he ask her for copyright fees?

The royalty is still secondary, in case he gets angry......

Thinking of the look in his eyes just now, Xia Changyue's heart was pounding, and he didn't dare to follow at all, so he could only hide next to the camera machine and pretend to be dead.

But she wanted to pretend to be dead, but someone wouldn't let her.

"Screenwriter Xia, Chi Shao said that he didn't understand the scene just now, so let you go over and explain it to him." Jin Tezhu quickly walked towards Xia Changyue and reminded respectfully.

"......" Xia Changyue chuckled in his heart.

Sure enough, he could see it.

In the mood of seeing death as home, Xia Changyue reached out and pulled the coat on his body, crossed Jin Tezhu, and walked towards the rest shed.

The temporary rest shed is not as good as being in the filming base of the crew.

The lounge consists of just a few chairs and a small table with fruit bowls and tea.

Yan Chengchi's body is comparable to that of a supermodel, so he sits firmly on the chair, his slender legs are lazily folded, and when he looks at it from a distance, the chair is extraordinarily small.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Chengchi looked up at her.

Deep black eyes, like a torch, stared at her palm-sized face, and the corners of her mouth hooked a palpitating arc.

Xia Changyue was numb by him, and just wanted to retreat, but the director had already greeted her.

"Screenwriter Xia, come and sit down, Chi Shao likes the scene just now, and wants you to tell him about your creative inspiration."

"......" Hearing the director's words, Xia Changyue couldn't move anymore.

Isn't the inspiration for her creations to be the people who sit there and listen to the stories......

"I remember the director still has something to do? It's enough to have a Xia screenwriter tell me the script, you are busy with yours. Yan Chengchi picked up the teacup on the table and opened his lips casually.

"Then I'll go out first." The director stood up without saying a word, and when he walked to the door, he didn't forget to remind Xia Changyue not to snub Yan Chengchi.

Xia Changyue had difficulty riding a tiger, so he could only walk in.

Looking at Yan Chengchi's expressionless handsome face, she couldn't guess what he was thinking.

You can't let her really tell him about the inspiration, right?

"I thought you should have something to explain to me." Yan Chengchi's long fingers rubbed the rim of the cup, his thin lips opened slightly, and he paused word by word.

"......" is over, he really came to Xingshi to ask for guilt!

Xia Changyue was so anxious that he frowned.

Explanation, how to explain it?

If she had apologized directly, wouldn't she have died so miserably?

But when they fell in love, it wasn't his business alone, she adapted her experience into a story, and she didn't name him, why should she apologize to him?

"I don't know what to say?" Yan Chengchi turned the direction of the teacup, slowly put down his overlapping legs, and stood up.

The majestic body, taking a step forward, and the cramped aura immediately enveloped Xia Changyue's petite body.

The courage she had just brewed was gone in an instant.

He straightened his neck and spoke, "No, it's not just a play, what do you want me to say?" ”

"A play?" Yan Chengchi's eyes sank, he reached out and pinched her small chin, lowered his head to her ear, and gritted his teeth, "Our past is just a drama in your eyes?" Then tell me, who was in mind when you wrote this scene?! ”