private marriage

After seeing the people standing inside, Fan Xiaozhu turned around and ran away.

The scene was a bit embarrassing for a while, but as long as Ling Shaocheng didn't admit it himself, he could convince himself that he made all the food himself.

Ling Nuan Qingcao ate something before going to take a shower and sleep, and Ling Ling took Ling Shaocheng's arm to let him go.

"Don't bother mom."

Ling Shaocheng came to the door and looked at the combination lock.

Listening to guess his thoughts at a glance, "You don't want to change the lock, do you?"

Before Ling Shaocheng could speak, Lingting shook his head, "Even if you change the lock, so what, as long as mom is willing to tell others the password, you will never be able to guard against it."

"Then what's your opinion?"

Lingling patted her chest, "Put it on me, let me tell you something secretly, my mother told me last time that she would respect my opinion, if I really can't get along with that Uncle Ye, she can only consider breaking up .”

Ling Shaocheng finally had some joy on his face, "You haven't forgotten who your son is, have you?"

"You think I'm stupid."

Ling Shaocheng twisted Lingling's little face happily, and he grinned in pain, "If you do this again, I won't help you in the future."

Ling Nuanqing has hardly left the house this week, not even going to the tattoo parlor.

She referred to a lot of myths and stories, looked up information and drew pictures, so she completed the drawings within the stipulated time.

She immediately called Ling Shaocheng, and the man asked her to go directly to the production crew.

When those people saw her, they were all polite, after all, Ling Shaocheng carried her away after she fell into the water that day.

The director and the props team were all there, and Ling Nuanqing handed over the draft. Just after filming a rain scene, the heroine came over wrapped in cotton clothes to watch the replay.

Ling Nuanqing not only finished the drawing, but also painted it. The director's eyes lit up at that time, and he called someone over.

"Look at it."

A middle-aged man squeezed over, took a drawing and looked at it, "You drew this?"

"Yes, is there anything that needs to be improved? I can fix it on the spot."

"No, no need to change." The man was very excited, "Have you not shown this drawing to others? Have you not submitted it to others?"

"No, this is tailor-made for the God of War Sword."

"Great."

Su Xuechu was by the side, she didn't understand these things, but her eyes were full of contempt. It's not like she didn't know what this Ling Nuanqing was capable of. After all, didn't she rely on Ling Shaocheng's relationship?
The director stood up, whispered a few words to the props crew, and then said to Ling Nuanqing, "Come with me."

"Director..." Su Xueyuan stomped her feet, "My clothes are still soaked through."

No one paid attention to her at the scene. Ling Nuanqing followed the director to a room. It was a courtyard used for filming. It was extremely quiet, and the wooden carved windows were exquisite and retro.

The director asked her to wait at the door, and he pushed the door to go in. Ling Nuanqing pricked up her ears to listen, but she heard a sentence of no.

The director tried to convince the other party, but the man's tone was rather impatient. "If I say no, it won't work."

Ling Nuanqing was familiar with the voice, she pushed the door in and saw Ling Shaocheng.

"Why not?" Ling Nuanqing had just seen a little hope, but was extinguished by Ling Shaocheng himself.

Her drawing was thrown on the table next to her, and Ling Shaocheng didn't even have time to look at it carefully, "Does this need enough reason?"

"Are you dissatisfied? Where does it feel bad, I can change it."

Ling Shaocheng picked up Ling Nuanqing's drawing book and handed it over, "I'm not satisfied with all of them, and there's no need to draw again."

"You promised to let me try."

"I let you try, but the result is in my hands, can't you accept it?"

Ling Nuanqing's chest was filled with depression. This kind of frustration made her feel more uncomfortable than being pointed at her nose and scolding her for not being good enough.

She reached for the drawing book and left without looking back.

The director still wanted to fight for it, "This really fits..."

Ling Shaocheng's face turned cold, and it was inconvenient for the other party to speak again. It was impossible for him to let Ling Nuanqing step into this circle.

The water here is far deeper than she imagined, and she is not suitable.

Ling Nuan Qingbai made a trip, and when she got home, she was almost autistic, but two days later, things turned around surprisingly.

On Weibo, at the same time as the official announcement of the actors of another Xianxia drama, a "Xingxing Sword" appeared in the stills. The sword has not yet formed, so only the model drawings were exposed.Ling Nuanqing didn't need to zoom in to tell who made it.

Besides, Weibo finally tweeted her, saying it was thanks to her design?
But she has never taken the drawings to this crew.

Fan Xiaozhu leaned over to take a look, "Wow, you got chosen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your blueprint was left at home. Young Master Ye saw it the day before yesterday and asked me a few words. I said it was not wanted by others, so he took it away." Fan Xiaozhu clapped his hands vigorously, "Young Master Ye paved the road for you, it must be He recommended it."

Ling Nuanqing suddenly felt a headache, what's the matter?
After eating at noon, Fan Xiaozhu hurried to find her, "It's over, the two groups are torn apart."

"Tear what?"

"Didn't you read Weibo? Damn it, the party that Ling Shaocheng invested in... accuses you of plagiarizing, saying that their blueprint for the God of War Sword has already been designed and is already in production."

Now the sailors on the Internet are scolding her under Ling Nuanqing's Weibo, saying that she is a plagiarism dog and shameless.

The most terrible thing is that the production team took out the God of War sword that was half-produced, as well as the original blueprint, and the specific description of the sword by the props group. After such a comparison, the star-seeking sword is copied at first glance. of.

Ling Nuanqing quit Weibo with a calm expression. They were sure that she had given them the first-hand information, and she would not keep it.

At night, Ling Nuanqing stayed late at the tattoo parlor, and Ye Shengjing drove directly to the shop to find her.

Ling Nuanqing was dragged into the restaurant by him, and the man handed over the menu, "I read the news on Weibo."

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Ling Shaocheng is treacherous and cunning. When you gave them the blueprints, did you allow them to take pictures?"

Ling Nuanqing shook her head lightly, but she didn't think it was strange. The props team was standing behind her at that time, and it was too easy to secretly take a photo.

"Look at that person, it seems that she plagiarized?"

These two words were extremely ear-piercing, Ling Nuanqing raised her head subconsciously, and saw a few girls standing not far away, pointing at her.

"How dare you bully our Songsong, now the two production crews are fighting each other, and innocent people are involved, it's all her fault!"

Ling Nuanqing didn't even know who this Song Song was, but she could guess that it should be the number one male in the plagiarism crew, right?

These are all female fans. When they see Ling Nuanqing, they will naturally scold her.

She immersed herself in ordering two dishes. Ye Shengjing was watching the news on her mobile phone, but she didn't expect someone to rush over like this.

A female fan poured water from a cup at Ling Nuanqing, just enough to splash her head and face, and even Ye Shengjing was wet.