After transmigrating the book, the hero forced me to change the ending

Jiang Zhi picked up the pen and finally wrote a few words, then looked at it, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't write any more.

So he tore off the manuscript paper and threw it heavily in the trash can.

"I can't write it now!" Jiang Zhi pulled her hair frantically, but now she has no other way but to paralyze herself by writing.

But the harder she tried to get herself into the state of creation, the more those words on the Internet seemed like nightmares, constantly appearing in her brain.

The clamoring and slandering language on the Internet kept filling her brain, causing her to collapse.

If she can't come up with new works, it's plagiarism.

But Jiang Zhi couldn't write a single word in this state.

In the evening, Mo Chengzhou returned home and went upstairs to check if Jiang Zhi was in a better mood.Gently pushing open the door of the bedroom, I found that it was pitch black inside, and the lights were not turned on.

Reaching out to touch the light switch, Mo Chengzhou turned on the light and found Jiang Zhi curled up on the bed.

Jiang Zhi heard the movement, sat up from the bed, and saw Mo Chengzhou come back, his eyes were still a little dull.

"How's it going?" Mo Chengzhou asked softly, and then sat beside Jiang Zhi.

When she saw Mo Chengzhou, she couldn't stop crying, and the next second she went up and hugged Mo Chengzhou's shoulder tightly, wetting his shoulder.

When Mo Chengzhou saw her like this, he hugged her into his arms and asked softly in her ear, "What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

"Am I a waste... Now I can't even write the script, I can't write anything..." Jiang Zhi's voice was choked up, his words were broken, and his throat was full of bitterness.

Mo Chengzhou patted her back, and comforted her softly: "How can you be a waste, aren't all the TV series that were filmed before very popular?"

"But they all said I was plagiarizing."

Jiang Zhi felt very wronged in his heart.

Seeing this, Mo Chengzhou patted Jiang Zhi's shoulder lightly: "That's because they are ignorant."

"But I feel like I'm an idiot now, I can't write a single word." Jiang Zhi looked into Mo Chengzhou's eyes, smiled wryly, and when he lowered his head, he saw balls of paper thrown everywhere in the room.

She couldn't stop crying again.

"It doesn't matter. If you can't write it today, you can write it tomorrow. You are so talented, you can definitely write it. Prove it to those people."

Mo Chengzhou gently wiped away Jiang Zhi's tears, and continued to hold her in his arms, "Don't cry."

She slowly leaned into Mo Chengzhou's arms, and nodded slightly.

"You are tired today, rest first, and write tomorrow when you are rested."

Mo Chengzhou gently put Jiang Zhi on the bed, covered her with the quilt, helped Jiang Zhi turn off the light, and kissed her forehead, "Good night."

"Good night." Jiang Zhi responded softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Mo Chengzhou gently helped Jiang Zhi close the door, then turned and went downstairs.

"Cut off the network at home and buy a signal jammer." Mo Chengzhou called Lin Xi and asked him to do it as soon as possible.

After finishing the order, he went to Mo Zijie's room and told him that he couldn't play with his mobile phone and computer recently.

"Why?" Mo Zijie blinked, "Does my father think it will affect my study? No, I only play for a while after I finish studying."

Mo Chengzhou couldn't help laughing, and rubbed his little head, "I know. But it's not because of Niu Niu."

"Recently, many people on the Internet are talking bad things about my mother. I can only cut off the Internet at home so that my mother can't see these things, so that she can cheer up quickly."

Although Mo Zijie didn't quite understand it, he knew that doing so would make his mother happy, so he would do this for her.

The network at home is really broken.

After Jiang Zhi woke up, he found that the Internet at home was disconnected, and his social platform could not be used, so he knew that it was all done by Mo Chengzhou.

She also understood that what Mo Chengzhou did was for her own good, so she worked even harder to get herself into the state of writing.

But the more Jiang Zhi forced himself not to think about those words on the Internet, those words just seemed to be against Jiang Zhi, and kept appearing in Jiang Zhi's mind.

"Ah——" Jiang Zhi sat in front of the table, looking at the manuscript paper with no words in front of him, feeling even more irritable, unable to enter the state for a long time, and screamed.

Mo Chengzhou saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

He himself was a little absent-minded at work, and he was constantly thinking of ways to help Jiang Zhi get rid of this heart disease.

But despite racking their brains, they couldn't think of a plan that could be implemented.

"Mr. Mo, what's the matter? Is it because of screenwriter Jiang?" Lin Xi couldn't help sighing when he saw Mo Chengzhou in this state.

Hearing Lin Xi's voice, Mo Chengzhou reacted: "It's nothing, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, here is a document that needs your signature." Lin Xi handed the document she was holding to Mo Chengzhou.

Mo Chengzhou took the document, flipped through it, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put his name on it.

"Okay." He handed the document to Lin Xi again.

Lin Xi took the documents and was about to leave, but was stopped by Mo Chengzhou.

"Tell me, how can you be happy alone?" Mo Chengzhou asked.

"Then let her do something happy, such as staying with her family. I usually call my mother when I am unhappy..."

Lin Xi turned around, recalling what she did when she was unhappy.

Hearing what Lin Xi said, Mo Chengzhou just woke up like a dream, and slapped his head: "Yes, why didn't I think that I can go and see her people."

I can take Jiang Zhi to visit his family, which may relieve Jiang Zhi's symptoms, and it happens that I haven't seen Jiang Zhi's family, so I can just go and see.

"Mr. Mo? Mr. Mo?" Lin Xi looked at Mo Chengzhou and called out softly.

Only then did Mo Chengzhou come out of his imagination: "It's okay, you can go out."

"Okay." Lin Xi turned and walked out of Mo Chengzhou's office.

At night, when Mo Chengzhou returned home, he saw Jiang Zhi was still frowning: "What's the matter, do you still have no inspiration?"

Jiang Zhi nodded slightly when he saw Mo Chengzhou.

Mo Chengzhou took Jiang Zhi into his arms: "Why don't I take you back to your home and have a good rest."

When Jiang Zhi heard Mo Chengzhou's words, there was some brilliance in his eyes.

After Mo Chengzhou's reminder, Jiang Zhi remembered that he hadn't been home for seven years.

I had been in love with Mo Chengzhou for a year in the book before, five years had passed since I gave birth to Mo Zijie, and it had been such a long time since I returned to reality. I haven't seen him for seven years. to his parents.