[Wearing the Book] The Heartache White Moonlight Whitewashing Plan

"Late Night Twelve Kills"

It was the agent who found a better script for Lexi, and he rushed to grab it, otherwise he almost couldn't get it.

The reason why the script agent is interested in it is mainly because of the production background behind it, the director is also well-known, and the photography of the crew is relatively good in the industry.

"I still snatched it from Ji Youjiang." The manager silently added this sentence.

Hearing this, Lexi became satisfied even if she was dissatisfied.

Of course, I am more satisfied now.

In the office where the manager robbed people just now, Ji Youjiang sat there obediently, with a gentle smile on his face.

Standing behind Ji Youjiang, Wang Cong was shocked by all Ji Youjiang's actions just now.

It was as if this artist was not his artist, as if he had never understood him before.

"You..." Wang Cong's throat tightened.

Instead, Ji Youjiang smiled lightly at Wang Cong: "What's wrong, Brother Wang?"

Wang Cong shook his head.

Ji Youjiang lowered her head, her deep black eyes were covered by the pitch-black crow feathers.

A moment later, a smile appeared on his lips.

Did Ji Youjiang do it on purpose?of course.

"Twelve Killings in the Night" was a gift from Ji Youjiang to Lexi, how could he obediently send him such a good script for something he didn't like.

"Brother Wang." Ji Youjiang said softly, "Let's go, what activities do we have recently, we should go."

Wang Cong frowned slightly.

Ji Youjiang left the office, walked outside, pressed the elevator, and Yu Shizheng showed his face.

The gloom on Ji Youjiang's face disappeared.

What followed was a look of surprise, with a bit of astonishment.

Yu Shizheng could clearly see the surprise in his eyes.

Seeing Ji Youjiang and Yu Shizheng again was a little flustered, thinking it had been a long time since we saw each other.

Seeing that Ji Youjiang wanted to rush over, she held back abruptly.

"Mr. Yu."

Dazzling, it seems that Ji Youjiang is still the pure and gentle boy back then.

The cold temperature in Yu Shizheng's eyes gradually melted away.

"Xiao Jiang." Yu Shizheng's voice seemed to be gentle and loving, "Long time no see."

Ji Youjiang pursed her lips, then took a step forward, stretched out her hand and adjusted Yu Shizheng's tie naturally.

"Okay, Mr. Yu, it's time to go to work."

Ji Youjiang seemed to hide her inner restlessness and forced herself to take a step back.

Ji Youjiang took her manager Wang Cong into the elevator, and Yu Shizheng stayed at the elevator entrance for a long time.

Finally, waiting for the elevator to close, Ji Youjiang was no longer seen.

"Ji Youjiang, have you seen it?" Wang Cong's voice was full of excitement.

Ji Youjiang raised her eyebrows, "What did you see?"

"President Yu's eyes?" Wang Cong would never be wrong, as if his interest had picked up.

If Ji Youjiang had Yu Shizheng's favor again, Wang Cong still didn't believe that Lexi's agent could grab the script and get it into his hands.

Speaking of which, he secretly poohed.

Although it is indeed the same as what Ji Youjiang said, the company's resources naturally existed after Yu Shizheng and Ji Youjiang separated, but if there is a situation of robbery.

Still weak.

Wang Cong wants to be the agent of his fame.

I also want Ji Youjiang to crawl to Yu Shizheng's bedside again.

After finishing speaking, Ji Youjiang turned to look at him.

"Brother Wang." Ji Youjiang smiled confidently, "Mr. Yu will definitely have me by his side."

Only then was Wang Cong satisfied.

Ji Youjiang felt the vibration of the phone in her pocket, Ji Youjiang took it out impatiently and took a look.

Looking familiar with Z.

The smile on Ji Youjiang's face gradually disappeared.

In the end, Ji Youjiang hung up the phone while hesitating, and returned a message.

"Sorry, I'm busy right now, so I can't answer the phone."

Soon, Zuo Chen replied.

"Help me keep an eye on Fu Qian, I won't be back soon."

Ji Youjiang stared at the message, then put away the phone.

Zuo Chen is not here recently.

----

Xu Xichi has been busy with his crew recently, so Liang Yuwen naturally notified Lexi's latest developments.

"Why do I feel like playing in the ring with you?" Liang Yuwen muttered to himself.

Xu Xichi: "..."

"perhaps?"

Anyway, Xu Xichi didn't know, the last time he told the story of the filming, this time he always felt that the news of the filming must be bloody again.

Xu Xichi lamented.

He just wanted to be an unknown little transparent.

Ever since he knew that the fundamental purpose of the system was not here, Xu Xichi became even more lazy.

Lazy.

I don't want to be angry at all.

Think salted fish.

hold head high.

"Little boss, is your screenwriter here yet?" Yang Wenyi's first thought when preparing to film was to meet the screenwriter.

As a director, Yang Wenyi still has the talent of screenwriting, and the scripts he writes are quite good, so when I see someone who has written a good script, I can't help but want to discuss it with him.

Although Yang Liefeng's expression was also cold, he could still see a little emotion.

Xu Xichi shook the phone on the side of the phone, "Wait, we'll be there soon."

"However, the screenwriter is timid, so don't scare others." Xu Xichi was really worried.

Thinking of Zhu Xiaomin's character, a boy who can only talk about his own script.

Xu Xichi decided that Yang Wenyi is a rough man, and Yang Liefeng is a cold beauty.

It's really hard to say.

Hope to get along well.

When waiting for Zhu Xiaomin to arrive, both Yang Wenyi and Yang Liefeng's eyes lit up.

"That's the screenwriter?" Yang Wenyi didn't know how to recognize him, so he knew it at a glance.

Xu Xichi: "..."

Seeing Yang Wenyi's excited appearance, Xu Xichi didn't know what to say.

"……Correct."

Xu Xichi hesitated to speak, but Yang Wenyi grabbed Zhu Xiaomin's hand before he finished speaking.

"You are the screenwriter Zhu Xiaomin." Yang Wenyi has already suppressed his enthusiasm.

Zhu Xiaomin was taken aback when his hand was grabbed, and subconsciously asked for help from the person he was most familiar with in the room, Xu Xichi.

Xu Xichi hurried over to help.

"What did I just say, did you forget it so quickly?" Xu Xichi couldn't help but pat Yang Wenyi's hand away.

Yang Wenyi chuckled, then scratched his head, "Aren't I too excited?"

Seeing that Zhu Xiaomin was so frightened, Yang Wenyi was also quite sorry.

"Didn't I think you were speaking politely?" Yang Wenyi had a carefree personality, and he really hadn't had much contact with people with this personality.

"Brother, brother." Yang Wenyi couldn't see Yang Liefeng who had the same mentality as himself for a long time.

Xu Xichi looked up and looked around.

It seemed that Yang Liefeng had just come in from somewhere else, holding a bottle of milk tea on his phone.

"Brother Yang, this is...?" Xu Xichi was puzzled.

An iceberg beauty like Yang Liefeng, don't drink this.

Yang Wenyi also looked puzzled when he saw his brother.

"No, brother, why did you go out and buy a cup of milk tea?" Yang Wenyi didn't know what to think of, and said in shock: "Brother, you finally understand that you and I are brothers, expressing the love we have been missing for many years ?”

Xu Xichi: "..."

Yang Wenyi is still that silly.

Didn't you see that Yang Liefeng's face was ashen?

Xu Xichi sighed and grabbed Yang Wenyi.

"I want to give you a pair of eyes." Xu Xichi looked seriously.

Yang Wenyi was confused, "Huh?"

Xu Xichi pointed to Yang Wenyi's head, "Please use your mind and cooperate with your eyes, thank you."

Otherwise, I will really prescribe medicine for you.

Yang Wenyi was even more confused, and really didn't know what was going on.

"No... no, what's the matter with me?" Yang Wenyi turned his head, and saw the screenwriter whom he admired very much and his brother looked at each other, and then the screenwriter's entire face turned red.

"Ah?" Yang Wenyi looked at Xu Xichi, begging for an explanation.

"I don't have a brain, little boss, you can tell me what's wrong." Yang Wenyi chirped.

Xu Xichi was disgusted to death.

At this moment, screenwriter Zhu Xiaomin looked at Yang Liefeng with a flushed face, not the kind of blush that Yang Wenyi almost suspected.

It was pure surprise to see the idol's blush, and Zhu Xiaomin's originally shy voice became even quieter.

"Yang, Senior Yang?" Zhu Xiaomin stumbled and uttered his own interrogative sentence.

Yang Liefeng lowered his eyes and responded coldly.

Zhu Xiaomin pursed his lips, and was a little surprised when he saw the milk tea handed to him.

"This is...?" Zhu Xiaomin still couldn't understand what Yang Liefeng meant.

"Don't you like to drink this?" If you don't look carefully, you can't see that there are fine beads of sweat on Yang Liefeng's forehead.

In fact, Yang Liefeng became a little skeptical when he saw the familiar three words Zhu Xiaomin as the screenwriter, and then heard Xu Xichi's description of Zhu Xiaomin's character, Yang Liefeng was even more sure that this was the Zhu Xiaomin he knew.

Only Zhu Xiaomin likes to use such weird names, and only Zhu Xiaomin will be speechless just looking at him.

Yang Liefeng had a faint smile on his always cold face.

Xu Xichi secretly peeped, and then pressed his little heart of gossip.

"That, big brother." Xu Xichi quietly asked Yang Wenyi, "Do you know this Zhu Xiaomin?"

Yang Wenyi: "I don't know."

The answer is very decisive.

Xu Xichi was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand, "Okay, you have been abandoned."

Yang Wenyi hurriedly grabbed Xu Xichi, "Don't, little boss? You don't bring such things when you eat melons, do you?"

Xu Xichi rolled his eyes.

"Thank you." Zhu Xiaomin chose to take the milk tea when he was entangled in whether to take it or not. Finally, Zhu Xiaomin lowered his head.

"Unexpectedly, I can see Senior Yang here." Zhu Xiaomin became happier the more he thought about it.

Seeing Zhu Xiaomin's smile, Yang Liefeng couldn't help feeling better.

"Ah."

Zhu Xiaomin peeked at Yang Liefeng from time to time. Yang Liefeng helped revise Zhu Xiaomin's graduation homework, otherwise he would have been stuck at a glance because of his name.

All in all, Yang Liefeng is Zhu Xiaomin's great benefactor.

"How does it feel to be a screenwriter now?" Yang Liefeng asked casually.

Hearing this question, Zhu Xiaomin was stunned, and finally forced a smile, nodded, nodded vigorously, as if to convince himself.

"very good."