Grandma's cute Lalang is in the same frame

Qiu Yu changed suddenly and became the biggest boss of the crew of "Chu Yun". Li Sheng didn't close his mouth after hearing about it for a long time.Qiu Yu struck while the iron was hot: "You guys, do you want to hang out with me?"

Now Li Sheng and the others are still free and easy to talk to. Once "Chu Yun" comes out, their social status will not be the same.It is uncertain how many companies will come to rob people.Can Qiu Yu let them succeed?

Being close to the water is not just as simple as getting a director.

Li Sheng was signed to the company before, he knew how deep the water was, and he also knew that his value would rise after "Chu Yun" was broadcast, but he still chose to be with Qiu Yu for no other reason than because he knew Because of fate, he can only trust Qiu Yu, at least he will not give up on anyone casually.

Feng Yuan was still not sure whether to take this path, Zeng Yue was still considering the pros and cons, and did not give a clear answer.

Qiu Yu was not in a hurry, he just mentioned it, and Li Sheng's contract hadn't even been drawn up yet.They are not Han Chi, and there is no situation that makes Qiu Yu vigilant, so it doesn't matter if you wait a little longer.

Qiu Yu gave Han Chi a card: "It doesn't matter how many years you shoot."

Han Chi didn't speak.

After that, Han Chi lived in secluded life, until one day, Qiu Yu saw him bring back a person.

"Who is this?"

"Screenwriter." Han Chi introduced, "This is our crew's God of Wealth and number one male..."

"I heard that the young master of the Qiu family went down to earth to take over "Chuyun", and Zhao Fengnian was so angry that he almost went to the hospital." The screenwriter is not very old, he looks like he is in his 30s, and the atmosphere has been enlivened with a few words, "Can you give me An autograph? I grew up watching your drama!"

I was told by a person about my own age that I grew up watching my plays.

Qiu Yu felt old.

He always thought that he was just playing for fun in this industry, but he didn't expect that he had really been playing for so long.

They are all thirty years old.

The screenwriter is a brother from the drama department that Han Chi met when he was in college. Most of the scripts he shot in college were written by this brother, so he was relieved to hand over the task of adapting "Chu Yun" to him.

"Hey," the screenwriter looked at the script he had written and sighed, "I thought, when you get the hang of it, you'll have the next life."

The script of "Chu Yun" basically inherited the original novel, and Han Chi checked it himself. It's hard to say how well it was changed, but it is definitely the closest adaptation to the original.

The screenwriter once suggested to him that the script adaptation is different from the novel, and the resemblance in appearance is not as good as the resemblance in spirit.But Han Chi was obsessed with pursuing that similarity, and he didn't listen to what he said, so the screenwriter had no choice but to make do with him.

"Okay, let me take a look first." The screenwriter took a book that Han Chi dug out from the cabinet. The book didn't have a cover, just a white cover with the word "Chu Yun" written vigorously on it. , is a self-printed book.

The screenwriter stayed in the hotel.

However, Qiu Yu saw another script on the bedside, with the word "Yulong" written on it, and the edges of the page were covered with large and small labels, and the snow-white printing paper was also turned yellow by the owner, like A shaggy mess of hair.

Qiu Yu didn't ask this right away, but turned to talk about changing the script: "There is no need to do this."

"Trust me," Han Chi said seriously, "I can't let you lose money."

"You said it, this is your friend's hard work, and you won't change a single word." Qiu Yu said.

"The core is still there, it's harmless."

Han Chi walked over and closed the door. Qiu Yu found that he was really double-standard, and he was reasonable no matter what he said. He smiled: "You said I believe you, so why don't you believe me?"

"I believe it."

"What do you believe?" Qiu Yu broke up with him, "As long as I think about it, even if "Chu Yun" is a piece of shit, I can make him explode. So what do you believe?"

Qiu Yu was a little annoyed when he said it. He spent a lot of money to win "Chu Yun" just to let Han Chi feel at ease in filming. The script was not in his consideration at all. It didn't matter how long it took, as long as he was satisfied.But now, he is still doing this.

The current version of "Chu Yun" is not bad, and he will definitely not lose money in his hands. He doesn't know why Han Chi doesn't believe him.

"Could it be that I usually look too dandy?" Qiu Yu thought secretly.

Han Chi once again took out a book from a small box, with the same white cover and the same font, but the two characters on it were replaced with "Yulong". To Qiu Yu, Shun Mao said: "It's not that I don't believe you, I just don't believe in myself. If there is a problem with "Chu Yun", how can I ask you to take "Yulong"?"

Qiu Yu: "..."

What's the matter with being a little happy?

Judging from the wavy hair of "Yulong", it is obvious that it is more pleasing to Han Chi than "Chuyun". The precious and precious treasure suddenly said that he would give it to him, and Qiu Yu's only spark was not there. up.

He couldn't wait to open it, and after a while, he said with a complex expression: "Tell me honestly, does your friend like poor people very much?"

Han Chi: "...the rich, the rich can afford clothes, really!"

Qiu Yu didn't go back that night.

He read the novel until midnight, and was immediately stayed overnight by Han Chi.

Two dogs with ulterior motives collapsed together, sitting like a gentleman, and the gap between them was comparable to the [-]th line when they lay down. They didn't dare to cross it with a single finger, but when they woke up the next morning , the north and the south were unified.

Qiu Yu swears that it was Han Chi who started the fire first, not him!

The screenwriter is changing the script. There is no film to shoot today, so Han Chi can't wake up. Qiu Yu is different. No matter what time he sleeps, he must wake up after five o'clock. Once he wakes up, Han Chi will not feel very comfortable. , instinctively hummed twice, and wrapped her body even tighter.

Qiu Yu originally wanted to break off the person hanging on her body, but now she couldn't do it anyway.

He looked at the ceiling, quietly waiting for the normal physiological reaction to pass, then put his arm through Han Chi's neck, hugged him and continued to sleep back into the cage.

He kept telling himself that it was Han Chi who sent it to his door, so he couldn't be blamed.

……

Taking advantage of the holiday, Qiu Yu went home.

Mr. Lu was still very worried about Qiu Yu's robbing business with her. For the first time, she knew that her son was a bandit.

Qiu Yu didn't say much, and when he came back, he called all the family members together for a meeting.

When their family encounters major issues, they hold a meeting to vote like this, one person, one vote, more than half of them pass, and the quarrels that need to be quarreled are finished at the meeting, and no one is allowed to bring up unhappy things when they leave the table.

Therefore, there are very few meaningless quarrels in their family, just hold a meeting if there is something to do.

This time the meeting was called by Qiu Yu. He sat alone on one side, and the others sat on the other side. As soon as the door was closed, he said, "The first question, I accidentally bent myself."

"……what?"

Several people stared at him dumbfounded. The four elderly people didn't know what it meant to be bent at first, so Mr. Lu explained it to them.

Qiu Yu looked at the reaction and breathed a sigh of relief, as if it was not as big as expected.

Mr. Lu has seen the big world, and he was the first to react: "Son, there are some jokes that cannot be messed up. You scared your grandpa."

"I'm not kidding," Qiu Yu said, "I'm serious."

He didn't say much, just said "You guys vote", and then walked out of the meeting room door, he estimated that it would take a while to digest, so he called Han Chi: "Kids, what are you doing? "

Ever since he heard this appellation from Boss Lu, he felt that his mother was a genius, how could he call it so appropriate.So he used it unceremoniously, often making Han Chi jump.

"Qiu Yu, do you want to die?"

"I don't want to," Qiu Yu said with a smile, "I'm most afraid of death. But if I die in your hands, I can think about it."

"...What's the matter?" Han Chi changed the subject awkwardly.

Qiu Yu sighed silently. Ever since they shared the same bed last time, their relationship seemed to have suddenly become ambiguous. He couldn't tell where the ambiguity was, but when he hinted at it intentionally or unintentionally, Han Chi always got confused. Open the topic.

No matter how slow he was, he should have reacted. Han Chi might want to reject him, but he couldn't speak because of his feelings.

"It's okay, I'll hang up first." Qiu Yu scratched his hair, it would be fine if Han Chi was curvy.

After half an hour, the results came out.

All six votes were abstained.

Qiu Yu: "..."

The expressions on the six people's faces were different, the grandfather had a gloomy face, he didn't even want to look at him, the grandmother hesitated to speak, the grandfather was calm, the grandmother lowered his head, and the father didn't dare to speak. It is estimated that he was scolded by his grandfather just now, so the only one who can speak on behalf of everyone is Mr. Lu who has gone through the storm.

"Let me ask first, can you break it back?"

"...Aren't you afraid of breaking?"

"Farewell then, goodbye." Mr. Lu seemed to have thought of something, and he became more cautious when speaking, "As far as the result of our discussion is concerned, if I say that we all support it, you won't believe it. It's too unusual, and it's impossible for you to let us accept it all at once."

"Ok, I know."

"However, you will be [-] this year, and you are no longer a child. You can come back and come out to us, which means that you have seriously considered it, and we believe that you are not on a whim. Feelings are our own business, and we have no position to replace you." You decide, so..."

Mr. Lu spread out six abstention votes and laid them out on the table.

Qiu Yu was speechless.

They were all unacceptable, Qiu Yu could tell, but they didn't make decisions based on their own ideas, but considered more other things.

As Mr. Lu said, feelings are one's own business.

No matter what the feelings are.

"...Okay." Qiu Yu said softly, "The second question. If I break up with another straight man..."

"Can't!"

This time before he finished speaking, six negative votes were thrown in his face.

"Adjourn!"

Qiu Yu looked at the six tickets and sighed helplessly.

Not negotiable.

Qiu Yu stayed at home for a few days, and when he started to feel disgusted, he was ready to pack up and leave, and Mr. Lu sent him to the airport.When he was about to get off the car, Mr. Lu asked, "Is that the kid?"

Qiu Yu froze for a moment: "Yes."

"Does he know you like him?"

"Should know a little bit."

Mr. Lu heard the strings and knew Ya: "Oh, he doesn't want to."

Qiu Yu: "..."

Ma'am, you could actually be a little less discerning.

"Then why are you coming out with us now?" Mr. Lu knocked on the steering wheel, "If you can't ask for it, so come back and scold, maybe you will scold straight, right? Hey, look at us, we misunderstood, let's go Go, go back and start over."

She said she wanted to go back, but she didn't even put the handbrake on.

Qiu Yu seemed to take it seriously, and retorted subconsciously: "No, I just think that only by clearing up all possible obstacles on my side can I have the confidence to pull him up. I want to give him a broad road, not a single-plank bridge. The road is here, I paved it, I don’t know if he is willing to come up.”

"I can't persuade you to break up with others, but... hey, you are my son." The more Mr. Lu said, the more he felt guilty, and he quickly untied his seat belt, "Get out, get out!"

"...Thank you Mom!"