Tianguang [entertainment circle]

Inside the capital A-level studio.

lounge.

Fu Yu bit off a small piece of nail abruptly.

She was frowning at this moment, her face was ferocious, her eyes reflected the constantly swiping screen on her hands, as if she couldn't feel that her nails had broken off.

But no matter how she swiped and searched, she didn't see the trending news that she sent.

How could this be?

Obviously it was still on the hot search just now!

She had already bought the navy, and within a few seconds, the topic rushed to the top of the list.As a result, that topic disappeared without a trace.

She widened her eyes and realized one thing: Someone removed the trending search.

Who would be able to do these things for Shino?That rich Mu Sanwei?Or... Jiang Yuan?

Thinking that it might be Jiang Yuan who helped Xin Ye get rid of the trending searches, Fu Yu's heart ached like a knife.So far, Jiang Yuan has always paid for that girl unconditionally, no matter what the big or small things are.But she would never do anything for Fu Yu.

She grabbed her hair irritably, and smashed her phone on the table with a bang. The tea set and other decorations on the table were all smashed to the ground, and the broken sound couldn't cover her loud outcry.

The door of the living room "knocked" twice.

Tong Yao pressed the handle and leaned in.

She frowned and scanned the lounge.The ground was littered with tea and pottery shards, tea sets and vases.The two narcissus were lying on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

"I declare in advance that everything in the studio is public property. Ms. Fu, the crew is not responsible for your personal actions."

Fu Yu bowed and scratched her hair.

She knew that nursery rhyme had heard her gaffe outside the door, but she still quietly brewed her emotions, slowly sat up straight, and brushed her black hair behind her head.

"Miss Tong, don't worry, all the expenses will be borne by me."

Tong Yao looked at her bloodshot pupils and didn't reply, she went straight to Fu Yu and sat down on the single sofa seat next to Fu Yu: "Just now the assistant director told me that the script you gave us was plagiarized .”

Fu Yu restrained her expression: "Oh? Who is so courageous?"

Nursery rhyme: "Coincidentally, it's my junior sister. Miss Fu, you saw her at the First Film Festival."

"It seems that Ms. Tong's family is unlucky. I feel sorry for you." Fu Yu pretended to be sad, and her tone was very regretful.

Seeing her like this, Tong Yao didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Originally, when Fu Yu came to her with the script, she thought she had gotten a big deal.But now it seems that this script is a bit strange.

As a student of the Capital Academy of Drama, Xin Ye not only ranked first in the country in the drama major, but also won script awards in just one year with extremely high gold content.

She and Xin Ye studied in the same major, more or less heard rumors about Xin Ye from the drama teacher, and also read Xin Ye's works.

What is certain is that Xin Ye is an ingenious creator.In terms of script alone, nursery rhymes are inferior.

But now it is said that Xin Ye plagiarized?

The first reaction to nursery rhymes: I don't believe it.

She looked at Fu Yu intently: "May I ask, Miss Fu. When you handed me the script, you claimed that it was a commercial script entrusted to you by Ms. Qiao Yinshan. So where did Ms. Qiao get this script?"

Hearing the nursery rhyme and starting to ask about Qiao Yinshan, Fu Yu's eyes flickered with panic, but she quickly suppressed it.

"What does Miss Tong mean by asking this?"

"Nothing interesting." Nursery Rhyme said in a flat tone, "If I remember correctly, Ms. Qiao Yinshan should still be in Manhattan at this time. There have been many changes in the financial industry in the past two years. As the backbone of the Wall Street elite, she should have no time to take care of the film industry."

"So, Miss Tong is suspicious of us?"

Tong Yao looked at her quietly, and sneered: "Ms. Qiao Yinshan's identity ring is here, what else do I dare to doubt?"

The reason Nursery Rhyme accepted the script that Fu Yu gave her was precisely because Fu Yu brought Qiao Yinshan's cold jadeite ring.

Qiao Yinshan, a female overseas Chinese who moved to Manhattan ten years ago, is well-known as a top Wall Street elite both at home and abroad. She owns many companies and covers a wide range of fields. She is a veritable financial tycoon.

Although I heard from my seniors that Qiao Yinshan intends to set foot in the film and television industry in recent years and cooperate with Hollywood to establish a huge capital and business empire in the film and television industry, Tong Yao never expected that this pie would fall on her.

A few days ago, after the end of First, Fu Yu got out of the Porsche with a group of bodyguards, and handed over a business plan and a front-page script to Tong Yao in a grand manner.

She told nursery rhymes: Qiao Yinshan needs to start with young people in China to shoot this script, and won at least three international awards.

The nursery rhyme is the person Qiao Yinshan has taken a fancy to.

Happiness comes too suddenly.Even nursery rhymes devoted to art cannot resist the favor of such a financial tycoon.

But she still maintained her rationality and confirmed to Fu Yu whether there were contracts and treaties with legal effect.

Fu Yu generously took out a contract and told the nursery rhyme: Only when the two conditions of the appeal are fulfilled can he sign a contract with Qiao Yinshan's new media film and television company, and enjoy the right to be invested by the company for life.

Nursery rhymes hover at first between happiness and doubt.

Until Fu Yu took out a black velvet gift box, and showed a certificate of authenticity with the official seal and a cold jade venetian ring in front of Tong Yao.

This is something that has been able to prove Qiao Yinshan's identity since ten years ago.Everyone in the circle knows everyone, even her teacher Mu Yao once told her: To recognize Qiao Yinshan, one only needs to recognize Baiye Leng Feicui.

So Tong Yao accepted the commission and signed a non-disclosure agreement with Fu Yu, never divulging the business secrets about Qiao Yinshan to other people in the industry in advance.

Tong Yao is now sitting on the sofa, looking at the debris all over the floor, and the woman who pretends to be reserved, her heart is gradually beating again.

"Speaking of it, I've always found it very strange. How can a script from the financial industry have such a high artistic value?"

When receiving this script before, it took Tongyao two days to thoroughly understand the script.

Whether it's the plot line, the theme, or the sense of language, everything is exquisite and unique to the point of impeccable.

If Fu Yu hadn't asked her in advance to make her own transformation on the front page of the script, she would have even wanted to shoot the original script directly.

Fu Yu smiled slightly, very gentle and courteous: "Miss Tong said so, I take it as a compliment to us."

Tong Yao silently rolled her eyes in her heart, but she was still polite.

No matter what she asked, Fu Yu would answer ambiguously, or change the subject and avoid talking about it.

She only thought it might be a rule in the confidentiality agreement.If she broke up with Fu Yu now, it might affect Qiao Yinshan's favor for him.

Tong Yao stood up, straightened her clothes, and threw a word to Fu Yu before leaving.

"If Miss Fu is under too much pressure, you don't have to use public property to vent your anger. Pick up the pieces and cut your hands. It's not someone else who hurts." Nursery rhyme said, and glanced at Fu Yu's broken nail, " Farewell."

After Tong Yao walked out of the door for a long time, the last intact teacup on the table slammed heavily on the door, leaving only fragments on the ground.

When Fu Yu returned to Jiang Yingzhou's courtyard in the capital, it was already dinner time.

The old man was leaning back on the rocking chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

These days, Jiang Yingzhou's already frail body has become much more haggard because of a brain stroke-like disease.Almost two-thirds of the day, he had to spend with his eyes closed.

So much so that now that Fu Yu had already walked over to him with the car keys in hand, he didn't realize that there was still someone standing beside him.

Fu Yu looked down at him.

There was an endless coldness in those eyes, as if he was looking at someone who had long since died.

Every day, in her dreams, she was thinking about how to make the old man in front of her pay for his past and pay the blood debt for that dripping life.

But for some reason, whenever she thought about it, her hands would tremble uncontrollably.

The person in front of her has raised her for nearly ten years...

Restraining the soreness in her eyes, Fu Yu dragged her heavy body towards the house, and skillfully prepared dinner for Jiang Yingzhou as usual.

She watched Jiang Yingzhou wake up, helped him eat food bit by bit, and sent him back to his room to wash up.

Jiang Yingzhou needs to take the medicine regularly and quantitatively every day.

Fu Yu stood in front of the medicine cabinet, looking at the powdered medicine that had been crushed on kraft paper.

Crush it into powder, mix it into clear water, and pour it directly into Jiang Yingzhou's throat.These are the steps she has always gone through to make it easier for Jiang Yingzhou to drink the medicine.

She missed two pills yesterday.

So today... just smash two more grains.

Thinking of this, Fu Yu's face became more and more gloomy.She unhurriedly took out two pills and crushed them bit by bit, as if she was crushing the conscience accumulated over the years into the powder.

After personally feeding the medicine into Jiang Yingzhou's mouth, Fu Yu supported his head and slowly placed it on the pillow.

After standing still for a while, Fu Yu only felt her chest throbbing.This plan has been implemented for several months, and it has only gradually shown results in recent days.

As long as Jiang Yingzhou doesn't find out, she can continue to avenge her mother.

Just when she calmed down and turned to leave with an empty cup, an old hoarse voice quietly drifted into her ears behind her.

"Yuyu..."

Fu Yu turned her head and looked at Jiang Yingzhou who was lying on the bed in a daze.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

"Yuyu, these years... you have worked hard." Jiang Yingzhou's breath was as thin as a gossamer, as if every word he said was exhausted, "You don't have to accompany grandpa like this...you are still young...you still have a good time Opportunity……"

Fu Yu walked to the side of the bed, knelt down and gently held Jiang Yingzhou's hand.

This SLR camera, which has been carried by both hands for 50 years, has seen all kinds of bodies and lenses, and has taken pictures of all kinds of storms, but now it seems so fragile that it will tremble even when it touches hard things.

"Grandpa, don't say such things."

Even Fu Yu herself couldn't tell how sincere she was in what she said.

But looking at the seriously ill Jiang Yingzhou in front of him, Fu Yu still felt a trace of unspeakable guilt.

She suppressed her emotions, turned her guilt into words, and softly comforted the old man who was in a daze.

"Grandpa, don't worry, Xiao Yuan is not here, Yuyu will always be with grandpa."