After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

In terms of his status in the Fang family, he is not even comparable to the vice president of a subsidiary company.

With this psychological advantage, she couldn't help but raise her posture a little.

Director Ma Long's performance made her look at him differently.

Most young directors generally exude a literary and artistic aura.

Malone has none of that.

He just discussed several main characters with Fang Jinglei very seriously.

A script is not like a novel, which can have a lot of textual preparation and introduction.

Apart from the description of expressions, movements, costumes and environment, there are only dialogues, which are not enough for the director to understand the script more deeply.

The topics are all about what kind of person is more suitable for a certain role, the character's background, personality, and some information that does not appear in the book.

The conversation between the two went quite smoothly.

Ma Long did not show any other intention towards Fang Jinglei's appearance. He was just stunned for a moment when he first saw her, and then he talked about work naturally.

Fang Jinglei was very satisfied with Ma Long's professionalism and the fact that he didn't look at her chest.

Of course, this is just her own feeling.

In fact, investors do not need to consider the feelings of the original author.

The reason for meeting her was simply to make the director more aware of the author's intentions, so that the short play would become more popular.

That's it.

The last thing we discussed was the submission time for the subsequent scripts, and we made an agreement with each other.

After Fang Jinglei returned home, she neither saw her mother Zhao Wei nor her elder sister Fang Qingyan.

I don’t know where the two of them went.

Sitting at her computer, she didn't call her editor.

Instead, I read the script again from beginning to end.

This took her most of the day.

The prototypes of the characters in the script are actually my own family.

She is familiar with everyone except Fang Ping'an.

But everything changed after she changed the character's gender to female.

Not only did the heroine become the little punching bag, but several male characters and the fake daughter were also the main characters she focused on creating to pull the emotions.

It makes no difference to her what kind of actors director Ma Long chooses.

Not only does she receive royalties, but she also gets a share of the profits, and that's enough.

As for the fact that the investor was the Fang family's company in Beijing, it had no effect on her.

Business cooperation is all about business.

The vice president obviously didn't know her identity, not to mention that they still addressed her by her pen name when they met.

I opened my computer and looked up the company's situation, then went to Weibo to check its reputation.

Time passes slowly in this process.

When her mother and elder sister came back, she was just about to cook.

"Mom, sister, are you guys eating at home or are you going out again soon?"

Fang Jinglei didn't plan to ask them where they were going, nor did she plan to tell them that her script was about to start filming.

Anyway, they never asked about any of her works.

Zhao Wei's face was pale, her expression was a little listless, and she looked like she was frightened or sad.

Fang Jinglei looked carefully and found that not only her mother Zhao Wei, but also her elder sister Fang Qingyan looked pale.

The two of them walked quickly and entered Zhao Wei's room together without answering her questions.

Fang Jinglei's heart sank. She put down what she was doing and hurried over.

"Sister, what happened?"

Fang Qingyan shook her head, signaling her not to ask any more questions. She helped Zhao Wei into the bedroom, helped her lie down, and then comforted her with a few words.

When she came out, Fang Jinglei realized that her hands were also shaking.

"What exactly happened?" Fang Jinglei asked in a low voice.

Fang Qingyan pointed outside the door, and the two of them walked out of the room where Zhao Wei lived and walked to the middle of the yard.