her rose

The day after Cheng Ying kicked Xu Ning out, Blueprint announced its brain development plan at the press conference, which is expected to be officially launched next year.

This unbelievable speed of development, like an old man splitting forks, caused an uproar in the society. Blueprint's stock rose like a wild dog for a while, and some rumors that it would soon replace Cheng's status also emerged endlessly.

Cheng's R&D department wailed all over the place for a while, and Cheng Liang dialed his father Cheng Bai's phone with a gloomy expression.

"Dad, we can only use Chaos."

Some people had speculated before that Cheng Mo might have been researching this kind of supercomputer in the quiet years before his death, but he died before it was built.

Only a few people know that in the basement at the bottom of Cheng's energy main building, the brain named Chaos is still sleeping quietly.

And only Cheng Ying knew that the brain was not an invention that benefited mankind from the very beginning.

In order to deal with her, she created Zhinaocheng steamed buns of the same magnitude.

Of course, she didn't want to be a hero, she just wanted to fight against Cheng Mo.

Cheng Ying hated Cheng Mo, so much that she regretted how she could let her die so cheaply.

Having said that, when Miss Xu Ning burrowed into her arms full of estrous breath, Cheng Ying was genuinely angry, and genuinely felt that some of Cheng Mo's thoughts were not unreasonable.

Destroy it, hurry up, tired.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Cheng Ying was lying on the bed, unable to sleep or bother to get up.

She doesn't care about the messy world she deliberately messed up, she just wants to escape reality for a while.

"My family is unlucky, Shadow, you were almost raped by your artist? Human beings are animals of desire." Cheng Mantou caught a rare opportunity and hurriedly made trouble.

Cheng Ying turned sideways slightly, revealing her fair face that was mostly covered by messy black hair, and smiled softly, with a gentle smile, "That's better than you, who don't even have a tool."

"...I'm still a child, what about your face?" Cheng Mantou, who is only seven years old, really wonders every day why his creator is such a guy with no sense of morality.

Is this the so-called inverse ratio between character and IQ?

Cheng Ying didn't care about her. As a poor victim who suffered two consecutive scams, she made up her mind to be a ruthless cute machine in the future, and never provoke those omega again.

Anyway, it probably won't be long before she has to fight Chaos desperately.

Finding less anger is the truth.

The innocent little white flowers are all deceitful. Once the quilt is covered and the eyes are closed, no one will love her.

Cheng Ying rolled around and decided to lie down for another day.

The phone rang, and she said indifferently, "Hang up."

Cheng Mantou, who has just polluted her ears with her meaty accent, said that you are dreaming, so connect directly.

The voice of Kong You, the president of Cheng's Media, came from the communicator, "Mr. Cheng, where have you been playing recently?"

Rare customer, Cheng Ying was thinking about writing a program to automatically punch Cheng Mantou's buttocks for a while, and asked casually, "Just play around, go anywhere, what advice does Mr. Kong have?"

"It's not a big deal," Kong You said haha, "I'm just asking, can you go to a screening meeting for me, the crew is very close to you, in Yunjing City."

The so-called review meeting is the rule of Cheng's Media when it invests in film and television dramas. Today's dramas don't need to be completely filmed before they can be broadcast. Basically, they are filming and doing post-production. Generally, one-third of the finished products can be broadcast, which is convenient. Cut dramas with poor returns in half and extend dramas with good returns.

Before the official broadcast, Cheng's Media will convene the main personnel of the crew and the senior management of Cheng's Media to review the filmed part and go through it one last time.

The high-level executives who participated in the film review counted as half of the producer of this film, with both bonuses and achievements.

Cheng Ying thought to himself, what a novelty, Kong You, an iron rooster whose ultimate goal in life is to make money, would actually give up this bowl of good food to others.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Cheng Ying asked lazily, "Which crew?"

As long as there is a demon, there is no one in this world who can truly demonize her.

"'White Clothes' was filmed in Central Film and Television City. You just went there a few days ago, so you must have an impression." Kong You's voice was so polite that it was a little flattering.

In fact, he didn't need to be so polite to Cheng Ying. It was good luck that Cheng Ying, a standard orphan from the former dynasty, was not directly eliminated, so there was no need for respect.

In white clothes, Cheng Ying recalled the turbulent morning a few days ago.

Jiang Hanguang's pale and beautiful face suddenly came to mind.

Cheng Ying didn't want to see her again.

Her instinct told her that this woman who has no temper even after being splashed with water countless times is a very dangerous person.

For her.

She has been Xu Ning's agent for more than a year, and she hasn't been so hot-headed.

She pretended to be embarrassed, "I'm afraid that's not possible. I'm not in the city recently, and there are very few flights here. It may take several days to go back."

I thought that the other party would retreat in the face of difficulties, but Kong You, a good man, became determined this time and insisted on forcing her to work.

"About a few days before you can come back? I'll let them coordinate, as long as it takes!"

I'm moving to Mars today and not coming back.

Cheng Ying rolled her eyes, suppressed the inexplicable irritability in her heart, and calmly let her go.

Although at this moment she really wanted to hack Kong You's account and make him pay several million Shun Shunqi first, but according to Cheng Ying's character, she was afraid of trouble, so it was reasonable to agree.

She casually said a date a few days later, made an appointment with Kong You, hung up the phone, fell back on the bed and pretended to be dead.

Cheng Mantou was very excited, "I can see that beauty again!"

Her Erhua pronunciation is very standard, so it sounds more like a hooligan.

Since meeting Jiang Hanguang that day, Cheng Mantou has given her this nickname. Cheng Ying really doesn't want to know where this heavy-duty internet girl got her hooligan accent.

Cheng Ying buried her head in the soft quilt, her voice was suffocated, "Can't you attach yourself to the surveillance camera if you want to see her? Why are you excited?"

"Don't mention it." Cheng Mantou got angry when he mentioned it.

"What kind of mental illness does that Hua Ran have? She can't say anything about it. The beauty's thin body can hang for a whole morning, and she can't let people live!"

"And that Long Wenxing, calling him a waste is an insult to a waste, my sister and sister call me dear all day long, I can't help you at all!"

"Don't mention it, don't mention it. If I read it a few more times, I will be so angry that the data will be messed up. What are you doing?"

After Cheng Mantou talked, Cheng Ying had already shrunk into the bed, leaving only a few clumps of messy hair.

"Sleep, go online and don't disturb me."

The review meeting of "White Clothes" was arranged at the headquarters of Cheng's Media, and the time was set at 5:30 am on May 10th. This was Cheng Ying's request. She couldn't get up too early.

Even so, Mr. Cheng, who is not doing business, still stepped into the screening room at 9:59:59, facing the attention of the whole room.

With such a rich and powerful background as Cheng's Energy, Cheng's Media will naturally do everything extravagantly. The screening room with the main color of white can easily accommodate hundreds of people watching movies here. Today, there are only a few dozen people, so everyone gets There is a spacious table and a massage sofa that you don't want to get up after sitting down.

Cheng Ying walked to the place where her name tag was placed and sat down. The soft tentacles of the sofa pressed her back, distorting her boneless posture even more.

Damn, surrounded.

Cheng Ying picked up a juicy little grape from the fruit plate on the table, looked around, and realized it later.

The seat arrangement of the film review meeting is quite particular, arranged in the order of main creator, leading role, supporting role, and unimportant supporting role.

The position of myself, the supervising army in name, was placed between the director and the protagonist, which not only facilitated the director and screenwriter to interpret the shooting ideas, but also facilitated the communication with the protagonist.

It's really thoughtful, it's like trying to punish myself to death.

Cheng Ying gave Princess Hua a polite smile, and greeted Prince Lang equally, and immediately heard Hua Ran's dissatisfied hum.

Cheng Yingquan pretended not to hear, as long as the two of them didn't quarrel on the spot and smash the table in her face, Cheng Ying didn't care where they went to die.

Just with that sideways glance just now, she involuntarily caught sight of Jiang Hanguang who was sitting in the two rows behind.

Miss Jiang Hanguang wore a straight white shirt with a stand-up collar and a simple ponytail. She was spotless and sat there upright. The buttons were fastened to the highest button inexplicably. The kind and cold senior sister.

The woman's face was whiter than her shirt, and she was flipping through the script in her hand to take notes expressionlessly. There was a golden plaque on her head that said "study hard and make progress every day".

Cheng Ying only took one look, and Jiang Hanguang's face began to float endlessly in her mind, until she could see all the strands of his hair clearly.

There is no way, who makes Miss Jiang Hanguang's beauty shine, or the kind that automatically blocks idlers and others.

It seems that at least on the surface, the inhuman treatment Cheng Mantou mentioned did not overwhelm her.

Cheng Ying breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to the big screen.

However, soon, she understood why Kong You worked so hard to call her to interrogate her.

"White Clothes", with an investment of hundreds of millions, is the finale of Cheng's Media in the autumn of 2100. It is a romance drama with fairy tales in ancient costumes. Millions of book fans are eagerly looking forward to it. With a grand world view, popular protagonists, supporting roles, and stunning special effects, please look forward to it.

In the end, you just made a bunch of this stuff?

If this thing is broadcasted, her year-end award as the producer leader will definitely be wiped out.

Cheng Ying was shocked to see the fragmented story on the screen and the performance of the two protagonists looking at each other and hating each other, unable to move for a while.

She has been mentally fragile recently and cannot bear such grievances.

In Cheng Ying's ears, Cheng Mantou was chattering endlessly.

"It's love at first sight, Hua Ran's gnashing of teeth feels like she's going to bite off Lang Wenxing's neck in the next second!"

"Lang Wenxing is a god in the play, right? Even a woman can shake like that if she hugs Dikun? Kidney deficiency?"

"Shadow, does your being mentally abused count as a work-related injury?"

In front of him was the backs of Director Yuan and the screenwriter who were downcast and didn't dare to look back.

One-third of the episodes are not too long, and the beginning and the end were cut in the later stage, so it can be finished in about 5 hours. In the middle, everyone went to the cafeteria of Cheng's Media to have a working meal.

The canteen of Cheng's Media is luxurious in the same vein. The combination of the gleaming floor tiles and the golden dome is like a restaurant in a high-end hotel, but because it is a meal, the seats are not loose, so everyone spreads out to look for food.

Director Yuan avoided Cheng Ying like a ghost, as if he was afraid that she would ask him why a skilled director would let those two evildoers mess around.

And Cheng Ying ordered a braised pork knuckle with red wine, sat down in a corner, and cut the shiny, oily and fragrant pork knuckle to pieces with his own hands.

It seems that it is not a pork knuckle but Hua Ran's face.

"Mr. Cheng?" The gentle and calm voice beside him was a little hesitant.

Cheng Ying was startled and looked up.

But I saw Jiang Hanguang standing by her table, wearing a white shirt and white trousers, with a straight figure, a woman with a graceful figure and a very good posture, even if she turned her face down, it was completely pleasing to the eye.

Just looking at her expression, can't help laughing, or is it difficult to see it at a glance?

Cheng Ying, who had suffered an indiscriminate disaster, was actually not in a good mood at the moment, but she still forced herself to give a sloppy smile, "Miss, is there anything you can do with me?"

Jiang Hanguang gently put a silver ring on the corner of her dining table.

"Is this yours?"

Cheng Ying glanced at it and thought it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember when she lost it. She was usually playing with small pendants on her body, and she couldn't tell if she lost one.

"It should be, thank you."

"I picked it up in the infirmary that day. You are welcome." Jiang Hanguang nodded slightly at her, turned around and paused before leaving, Cheng Ying sneered inwardly.

Are you going to get down to business?

But Jiang Hanguang just slightly nodded his fair and soft cheeks, cherishing the words like gold, "Here, wipe it off."

Then he turned his head and left without hesitation, leaving behind Cheng Ying who was in a daze.

Her face is really soft.

Cheng Ying absently took out her phone and found a small piece of oil splashed from her elbow on her cheek.

"Shadow, your heartbeat is so messed up, are you so beautiful?" Cheng Mantou put a needle in there.

Cheng Ying didn't want to argue with her.

She was indeed a little upset, until the second before Jiang Hanguang spoke, she still felt that she had a chance to win, and she was triumphant.

However, at this moment, like the monk of Zhang Er, he couldn't figure it out.

She thought that Jiang Hanguang wanted him to help her.

The reason why "White Clothes" has become so ugly is mostly responsible for the deletion of the plot. For some well-known reasons, the supporting roles of various supporting roles, especially those related to the heroine Dikun, have been greatly reduced.

The hardest-hit area in the hardest-hit area is Mo Yan played by Jiang Hanguang.

Mo Yan is an important villain in "White Clothes". Her family background is not good, and her family only thinks that she has joined the sect of cultivating immortals and became a fairy. Yan gradually became the laughing stock of the entire sect.She became more and more silent, lonely, and hated the heroine Bai Yi who had everything.

Mo Yan's assassination is the key to Bai Yi's growth, and her revenge is also one of the cool points of the book.

But now, Mo Yan's scenes have been deleted, leaving only a few insignificant side faces.

Jiang Hanguang was splashed with water until he had a high fever, and the scenes that were filmed for a whole day were completely cut.

Being treated so unfairly, even if she asks her for help, it's understandable.

After all, even people like Xu Ning would find her crying and beg her to save him after she threw out an olive branch.

Cheng Ying has always saved people with the worst plans, and even when Jiang Hanguang found her, she was already sneering and waiting for a tearful accusation.

But Jiang Hanguang didn't say anything, the woman was calm, as if she was used to the teasing of fate.

I didn't want to fight for anything, and I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Cheng Ying was a little at a loss.

She thought of Jiang Hanguang's exhausted and pale face that had turned over the rough edges of the script.The heart that hadn't moved much for a long time seemed to be gently fiddled with, falling and rising again.

Suddenly, I felt that the elbow on the plate had no aroma, it was oily and disgusting.