Film and TV: What does it have to do with me if the script is bad?

Chu He took out a cigarette and put it between his lips. Yang Yangyang quickly stepped forward and grabbed the lighter to light it for him, saying as he lit it, "I remember you didn't smoke before."

Chu He said calmly: "People always change. How boring would a life that never changes be."

Yang Yangyang seemed to be recalling something, blinking and looking at Chu He: "You have changed a lot, if it weren't for this face, I would really think you were a different person."

Chu He sighed in his heart: This is the only way a person changes, and only those who leave him suddenly for a while and then meet him again can see it.

Chu He touched his nose subconsciously, and Yang Yangyang exclaimed again: "You didn't know how to touch your nose before."

Chu He said unhappily: "Are you listening to me or not?"

In the face of important events in life, all gossip and inappropriate things have to be put aside. Yang Yangyang quickly perked up and nodded continuously.

Chu He smiled and said, "When dealing with boys, remember that they are boys, not men. You must attack their hearts first, go straight to the point, and don't give them a chance to react. They are still in the ignorant stage, and they have no idea about the word love. So don't try playing hard to get, taking things step by step, or retreating to advance. If you like him, you should be straightforward and establish a relationship first."

Yang Yangyang's eyes sparkled: "Is that all?"

Chu He sneered, "Of course not. I just said that he is only a boy now. When he becomes a man, he will be in another state. In this process of transformation, you have to guide him, guide his values, love, and life, and try to reach a consensus with yours. Only in this way will he still love you and cannot leave you after he becomes a man. Two lovers can go long-term only if they have similar values. Otherwise, no matter how hard they try, it will be in vain."

Having said this, Chu He suddenly stopped, as if he had grasped something.

But Yang Yangyang urged again and again at this time: "Keep talking."

The fleeting thought made Chu He feel lost, and he said casually: "I will continue to say something, our three views are in agreement, and the rest is just a matter of getting married and having children."

Yang Yangyang was not satisfied and felt that Chu He's words were a bit anticlimactic, but when he saw that Chu He's expression looked a little unhappy, he had to leave angrily.

Chu He was trying hard to recall what he had just said, and was writing down what he had just said on paper...

After a long time, Yang Yangyang heard a roar from Chu He's office: "That's it!"

Yang Yangyang curled his lips and said inwardly, "You're still my godfather. You're so enthusiastic about playing games, but you're so perfunctory when it comes to my affairs. How dare you cheat on me? Humph, don't offend me in the future. If you offend me, I'll report you! You'll have to pay the price!"

Although it was done, his daughter will definitely stand on her father's side. The goddess and so on are just words, and she will still stand aside when it comes to the real thing. Chu He has great trust in the smart Yang Yangyang, and you are the golden shield.

Sitting in the special car arranged by Chu He, Wendy appeared in the Lofis company in a high-end outfit. The woman who was suppressed by Lan Si was finally freed. She even changed into a whole set of LV's new products of the season, from clothes to shoes, bags, watches, and necklaces, all of which were the most expensive and newest items in that store.

When she gracefully handed in her resignation to General Manager Peng, looking at Peng Xuewu who was trying hard to keep her, and the strange looks from her colleagues who had just passed by, Wendy's vanity reached its peak, and all the emotions that had been suppressed and endured in the past were released in an elegant smile.

After rejecting Peng Xuewu's attempt to retain her, Wendy walked towards her desk. All the hard work she had done over the years would eventually turn into memories that she could laugh off. Wendy was filled with emotion and didn't know whether this step would lead to a bright, smooth or bumpy road. However, the life-saving straw she had longed for was hanging before her eyes, and she had no choice but to grab it immediately.

While tidying up her personal belongings on the table, Wendy hummed a song happily, but was soon interrupted by Na Lan who came over.

Na Lan stared at Wendy with her big eyes and asked incredulously, "You quit?"

Wendy continued to pack her things: "Yeah."

Na Lan frowned: "Why?"

"I don't want to do it anymore."

Na Lan watched Wendy packing her things, as if she was slapping herself in the face: "Did I do something wrong?"

Wendy stopped what she was doing, looked up at the person who had always claimed to be her best friend, and said with a smile, "No, I just don't want to do it anymore. It has nothing to do with you."

Na Lan was not satisfied with Wendy's attitude. She usually took care of her subordinate and was very considerate to him. But the person standing in front of her seemed so strange. "Give me a reason."

Wendy smiled brightly: "I won the lottery. See? This outfit cost me more than 70 yuan."

After saying this, he showed off the shiny watch on his wrist. It was a Blancpain watch, priced at 35.

The blue eyeballs trembled rapidly. She couldn't believe what she saw. How could such a gentle and capable person change so much in just one day?

Winning the lottery...you must be kidding me, Lan is not an innocent little white rabbit, she knows everything she should know, it is obvious that her best friend is relying on a big guy, a very big one.

Na Lan, with a kind heart, stepped forward, grabbed Wendy's shoulders, and said earnestly: "If you have any difficulties, tell me and I will definitely help you. Don't embarrass yourself. It's not too late for Wendy to turn back."

Wendy gently broke free from Na Lan's hand, still maintaining her smile, and said lightly: "Na Lan, you misunderstood, it's not what you think, I'm fine."

Na Lan saw Wendy lowering her head to organize the boxes again, and she stepped forward angrily and held her hand: "Wendy, listen to me."

Wendy's pretty face was cold. She shook off Lan's hand with all her strength. Her smile disappeared and she said coldly, "Listen to you? When have you ever listened to me?

When have you ever respected my opinion? I've told you three times that it has nothing to do with you, why do you still think I'm doing it because of you?

Na Lan, I am a person, not your property, and I also have the right to pursue a happy life.

You keep asking me the same question here, why don't you stop and ask yourself, why do you do this?

When you have free time, you will play badminton and tennis with your father, your friends, and other acquaintances, go shopping, travel, and get beauty treatments.

The people who pursue you are either rich second-generations or outstanding young people, and there are always flowers in your office every day.

The people you interact with are all high-ranking figures, and even they will take the initiative to make friends with you.

The company leaders also favor you, and you often get the green light when you go out to work.

The places you eat are the kind of places I can't even afford to eat at once with a month's salary.

Do you know what I do after get off work?

I live in the basement, with no sunlight all year round. The house is very humid, and the sheets and mattress are always cold. I have to cook for myself, wash my own clothes, climb the ladder to fix the light bulb when it breaks, squat on the ground to clear the toilet when it is clogged, and face endless work every day. Every time I return home, I am just returning from my workplace to another workplace that belongs to me. It is often midnight when I finish my work.

We are both human beings, but our destinies are different. I don’t complain or give up. I work hard, I struggle, I’m diligent. I just want a chance. Now I have it. You come out and ask me why. What kind of logic is that? "

Na Lan was stunned by what Wendy said. It was not until Wendy walked around her and walked out of the company that she reacted. When she chased after her, Wendy was nowhere to be seen.

Na Lan walked back to her office dejectedly, looking at the family portrait on the table. This happy family of three had always been her pride, but Wendy's words seemed to have opened a wound, and Na Lan could no longer look directly at it all. She seemed to realize that her journey had been too smooth.

Further studies, entrance exams, postgraduate entrance exams, defense, internships, regularization, and promotion.

All of this seems like an extremely difficult mountain to climb for ordinary people, but it has never been an obstacle for her. She never worries about these things. All she does is accept them out of habit. When the time comes, things will work out on their own. It is so calm, so commonplace, and so smooth.

Am I really not as good as I think I am, or am I really not as outstanding as others praise me to be?

If it weren't for my father and mother, would I be like Wendy, so hard-working, so vulgar, so calculating, and even selling my body and soul in the end?

For the first time in Na Lan's life, he began to deny and doubt himself.

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On the other side, Wendy walked comfortably into the sunlight outside the building. The huge Lofis Company was right behind her. When she was really away from it, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. At this moment, every pore on Wendy's body was trembling with comfort.

Looking at the driver who opened the car door for her on the side of the road, Wendy smiled sweetly, handed the box to the driver, and got into the luxury car leisurely.

I rolled down the car window, looked up at the skyscrapers, and said softly to the place where I had worked day and night: "Goodbye."

A puff of white smoke dissipated, and Wendy had already gone to pursue her new life.

However, people are still coming and going between the buildings in a hurry. The busy people are still carrying out their work day after day, walking in this jungle of steel bars, and fulfilling the cruel and cold rules of the workplace, just for a piece of roof to shelter from the rain.

No one would care about the identity or experience of the beautiful woman who just left in the luxury car, or what price she paid for her rich life. Even if they do, they would only envy, jealousy and hatred, and would immediately say "damn rich man", "another juicy cabbage has been eaten by a pig", and then turn around and continue to work hard towards the direction of the rich man.