Can You Love Me?

But in the end, I was also at fault for not calling in advance to ask for leave.

Xin Ai took a breath and said, I'm sorry, Director Zheng, this is my fault. I didn't tell you in advance, please calm down.

She thought that she would say that she was going to leave later, and if she quit, she would probably be scolded to death.

Xin Ai had a bit of a headache, but it was impossible not to say anything, Jian Zechuan was waiting.

I know I'm wrong, why don't you go to work quickly, don't you see that everyone is busy?

Xin Ai bit the bullet and said: Director Zheng, there is something I... have to tell you.

Director Zheng waved impatiently: What's the matter, let's talk about it after work.

Because of An Xinya's death, most of the investors withdrew their capital, although Xu Lanqiao's brother sent carbon to make an additional investment.

But now the investment is still quite different from their budget.

Director Zheng was thinking about filming during the day, and thinking about whether he could attract some investors at night.

Now he is as irritable as a powder keg, and no one dares to approach him.

Xin Ai licked the corner of her mouth: Well, maybe not, I... don't plan to do it anymore, thank you for your care, I have let you down.

The director roared angrily: What, you don't plan to do it anymore?

Yes, I quit.

The director shook his hands in anger: You...you...you begged to join the crew at the beginning, but now something happened, you just wanted to leave

If it was a normal time, a small assistant would just leave, no big deal, a small assistant of hers would not be able to affect the progress of the entire crew.

But at this sensitive time, whoever wants to leave will make it difficult for Director Zheng.

She said this as if Xin Ai was throwing stones into the water, she lowered her head: I'm sorry director, I have my own reasons, I'm going back to Mingdu, I can't stay any longer, I hope you can forgive me.

The director shouted angrily: I don't care what your reason is, at this time, no one can't leave, you have to stay with me on the set until the filming of this movie is over.

Xin Ai was surprised, finished filming?

At the beginning, Lu Jincheng told Director Zheng that it would be two months at most, and she would leave when school started.

Xin Ai was talking when Jian Zechuan's voice suddenly entered her ears.

My man, when did you sell yourself to the crew?

Director Zheng was taken aback when he saw Jian Zechuan. Even in a rage, his eyes that were good at discovering beauty were still shocked by Jian Zechuan.

He hurriedly asked, Who are you?

Jian Zechuan held Xin Ai's hand, The person who took Xin Ai away, why can't she go?

She is an employee of our crew, of course she can't leave...

The producer quickly teased Director Zheng, Old Zheng, don't lose your temper in such a hurry, this is our savior... Boss Jane has come to invest in our drama.

Director Zheng immediately asked, How much is the investment?

Jian Zechuan said lightly: 70 million, let Xin Ai go.

Xin Ai's eyeballs were about to fall out: Jian Zechuan, you are crazy, 70 million, you...

70 million, how many zeros is that?

Xin Ai's tongue could hardly be straightened.

Jian Zechuan asked: Can I take the person away?

Director Zheng nodded again and again: Yes...you can...

Jian Zechuan dragged the stunned Xin Ai away from the set, and the producer behind said happily: Third Master, walk slowly, walk slowly...

Xin Ai was foolishly taken all the way to the crew hotel by Jian Zechuan.

After entering the door, Xin Ai grabbed Jian Zechuan's clothes: Jian Zechuan is 70 million, you just...just give it?

These investments are actually not too much for a large-scale film and television drama.

After all, many dramas now claim to spend hundreds of millions of dollars at every turn.

Jian Zechuan pushed her head away: What else? Go and pack your things.

Xin Ai patted her forehead, Jian Zechuan gave so much money just to exchange her for leaving, this... just now seemed very handsome.

Xin Ai leaned in front of Jian Zechuan again, Third Master, you...do you think that I am more important than 70 million?

Jian Zechuan looked around, frowning at the simplicity of the room.

It's not that someone says I've always been stingy, so I can only be generous once.

Xin Ai...

Therefore, his father gave 7 million, and he gave 70 million to others.

If you fall, can't you just give her the 70 million yuan?

Hey, that, who said, our third master is the most generous, I have never seen anyone who is more generous than the third master...

It's just so much money, it was given to the crew, and it's a pity that it wasn't given to her!

70 million, Xin Ai could kill her by biting her finger.

Xin Ai held Jian Zechuan's hand, and said solemnly: Master, next time you want to throw money at someone, hit me, don't be polite to me, I will be your eternal punching bag, next time Humiliate me severely with money, don't be soft on me.

Jian Zechuan pulled out his hand and said with disgust, You think beautiful.

Seeing how greedy she was for money, Jian Zechuan decided not to give her the bank card he had in his pocket.

When packing up, Xin Ai was still regretting, so much money, how many boxes can be packed in a box, Jian Zechuan, a prodigal son, gave it to others with a blink of an eyelid.

She slept with him so many times, how much did he give?

To say that he is stingy is really taking advantage of him.

Opening the box, Xin Ai looked at the contents, and the painful expression on her face quickly disappeared. She said: My box has been moved...

After a moment of hesitation, she said, Maybe, maybe it's the person who cleaned the room.

Xin Ai didn't quite believe what Xin said, she had lived here for not a day and a half, and the cleaner had never touched her things before cleaning.

Jian Zechuan asked her: Is there anything missing?

Xin Ai turned over and shook her head: No, but...

Pack up and go.

Xin Ai nodded, packed up her things and left with Jian Zechuan.

After they left, Jian Zechuan asked someone to come in and check it carefully.

...

As the car drove out of Yueshan Film City, Xin Ai looked back and saw that the word Yueshan was getting smaller and smaller on the retro tall city gate.

In fact, it's only been a few days since I came here, maybe 10 days, but Xin Ai felt that it seemed...it seemed like I had been here for a long time.

Coming here was a gamble, and although I didn't win, it wasn't a loss either.

That afternoon, Jian Zechuan took her back to Mingdu.

It was already dark on the way back, and Jian Zechuan didn't take Xin Ai on the high-speed train, nor did he take the plane.

Let the driver drive directly onto the highway. His car is very luxurious, much more comfortable than the plane.

Xin Ai was lying on the leather seat, with his head resting on Jian Zechuan's legs, playing with his mobile phone, and flipping through the news on Weibo with great interest.

Jian Zechuan's cell phone rang, he saw the calling number on the cell phone, picked it up and put it to his ear: Father.

When Xin Ai heard about Jian Zechuan's father, she couldn't help but want to make trouble, so she got up and kissed the corner of his lips.

If Jian Wanjun knew that she was pestering his son now, he would probably want to kill her.

Jian Zechuan patted her: Don't make trouble.