You are really not the father of the child

Yan Qing's head froze completely.

He has never encountered such a situation in his hundreds of years of demon life. He looked at the assistant who suddenly opened the door and said falteringly: "I, I, I, actually, it's not..."

The assistant, however, backed away with a stunned expression, quickly left the bathroom, and finally closed the door for him intimately.

At first glance, it seems that there is too much imagination.

Yan Qing wanted to cry but had no tears, thinking that maybe he didn't do enough good things on weekdays, God wanted him to experience all the bad things today.

He lost his face, turned back to his real body, and hurriedly returned the clothes to Zhang Xun.

When I left, the whole rose tree drooped its branches.

On the other side, on the big bed in the luxury suite of the hotel, the man held his mobile phone in his muscular arms, frowning slightly.

On the other end of the phone, the assistant's exclamation continued: "My God, your blind date is actually hugging a... shirtless man?"

Geng Yihuai looked at the two stacks of clothes on the carpet that were entangled and of obviously different sizes, and said flatly to the other end of the phone: "Don't worry about him."

Immediately hung up the phone.

He raised his hands to put on his clothes, leaving only the other person's clothes piled up in a mess.

Geng Yihuai easily picked up the clothes.

With a bang, everything in the trouser pocket fell out - the wallet with a cartoon flower printed on the lower right corner, a lonely key, a pen, and a spectacle cloth for wiping the glasses.

The little monster who slipped away took nothing with him.

Geng Yihuai: "..."

Thinking of the young man hugging himself last night, the tails of his eyes were red, his voice was soft, and there was a bit of crying, softly shouting "please".

With a dry throat, he coughed lightly, and then opened the wallet.

But there was no ID card or anything like that he wanted to see in the wallet, only a few milk tea shop point cards, a bank card, and more than 200 yuan in change.

I don't know, I thought it was someone's wallet from a junior high school student.

The first time he saw the other party, he saw that the little guy was a monster, so don't tell him he slept with someone's underage monster, right?

Geng Yihuai paused while holding the wallet, his dark blue pupils couldn't see the bottom.The heating in the room was fully turned on, and he didn't know if he just remembered what happened last night. He suddenly felt a little hot, so he raised his hand and rolled up the cuffs of his clothes.

The man put away the things that Yan Qing had left behind, grabbed the doorknob with his slender fingers, and left.

……

Fengnian studio lacks financial resources and is located in a remote suburb. Fortunately, it is quiet and spacious. Even a newcomer like Yan Qing has a small independent office.

He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, with his legs curled up, the notebook spread out on his lap, and he lightly held the pen, pouring out the ideas in his mind on the tip of the pen.

When he was writing, he was immersed in the idea that had just flashed by, and he kept writing.

——"The northwest sea is vast, the waves are rolling in the sky, the wind is blowing and the rain is blowing, and the gods and monsters pass by and dare not stop. They are all afraid."

——"When he opened his eyes, the sky was dyed gold; when he closed his eyes, the stars covered the moon."

——"The dragon's tail covers the sky and the sun..."

On the light yellow paper, the handwriting was neat and elegant. Yan Qing listened intently, but what he was listening to was not Yangcheng Luoxue, but the stories and inspirations in his mind.

A mysterious monster force spread out, like a fantasy, forming a world of its own, but because of the ignorance of the owner of the monster power, it didn't have any attack power, it just loomed around Yan Qing's body.

Someone patted him on the shoulder: "Yan Qing?"

The waves in his mind stopped suddenly, the clouds and clouds overlapped and stopped working, and the idea was broken at this moment.

The inspiration faded completely in an instant. Yan Qing was stunned for a moment. He blinked and looked at Zhang Xun who came in at some point. He was not in the mood to interrupt his writing at all: "Zhang Xun? What's wrong?"

"I have a regular meeting at work on Monday." Yan Qing always writes in a daze as soon as he sinks his head in. Zhang Xun sees that there are seven or eight minutes left before the meeting time, but Yan Qing is not seen in the meeting room, so he knows that this guy is busy writing.

Hearing this, Yan Qing got up, closed the notebook, and stuffed the pen into his pocket.

When he looked up, Zhang Xun was taken aback for a moment, his eyes fixed on his face, and he seemed to be in a daze for a moment.

Yan Qing: "...!" I forgot to put on my glasses!

He hurriedly took out the enchanted gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on. The thin chains on the temples were shaking. It was obviously just an extra pair of glasses, and his facial features hadn't changed at all, but the face with three points of clear and pure color seemed to be He changed his appearance and became less conspicuous in the eyes of others.

Zhang Xun came back to his senses, looked at Yan Qing who had already put on his glasses, and wondered how he could feel lost like seeing a beauty just now, so he picked up a topic and said, "Why did you change the pen? Don’t you carry that one with you every day?”

Thinking of this, Yan Qing felt complicated, he pursed his lips, and his voice was weak: "I don't know where to throw it..."

He couldn't meet anyone on the blind date at the time, so he slipped back to the hotel after dealing with Zhang Xun.As a result, the room was empty, his clothes were gone, and even the wallet keys and pens in his pockets were gone, so he had to pick the lock to go back to his home.

He doesn't know how to track, and he doesn't know how to face that man. He still doesn't know how to get his things back.

He and Zhang Xun walked side by side towards the conference room, and Zhang Xun put his arms around his shoulders: "Why didn't you reply to my text message? I heard that the big project that the studio was in contact with before seems to be not very good."

"Ah, I didn't read the text message." Yan Qing has been using these technological tools that are not very human, and he can use them if he can. "Not very good? What do you mean?"

"The project was about to be lost, and the colleague in charge of the contract told me that the contract was not signed."

"Then the boss has no money?" Yan Qing remembered that the studio had been unable to make ends meet for a long time, and frowned, "I haven't paid the rent yet..."

With that said, they walked into the meeting room and sat down together.

After a while, Zhong Fenghe, the owner of the studio, walked in quickly with a computer in his hand, and all the lazy atmosphere in the conference room disappeared completely. After fiddling with the computer and projector, everyone in the room sat upright, and the air pressure was low.

Yan Qing blinked, closed the book carefully, and sat down obediently with his hands on his knees without making a sound.

Zhong Feng and his elderly faces wrinkled together, and his voice was low: "The project is yellow."

Yan Qing was startled, it was exactly what Zhang Xun said.

Zhong Fenghe continued: "For five consecutive months, we have failed three major projects. The studio's finances are no longer sustainable."

There was silence in the conference room, the little flower demon shrank her hands on her knees slightly, grabbed the fabric of her trousers involuntarily, and the corners of her mouth sank.

If the finances can't last, the first thing to do is to drive away a newcomer like him.

Unemployment basically means no money. He has no savings now, and if he has no money, he can only return to his original shape and lie in the soil without eating or living.

Even more frightening is not being able to continue doing what he wants to do.This is a rare hobby in his boring hundreds of years of cultivation career, and it is more important than anything else.

He bowed his head and clenched his hands.

Zhong Fenghe added: "I have called, and if they can provide better ideas and scripts before they get in touch with another studio, it is not impossible."

After the words fell, everyone in the room looked pensive.

What the producer wants to buy is the script of an ancient costume idol drama. The requirements for setting and character design are too high. Although the studio has several stocks in stock, they can't produce any that meet the requirements.

It seems that only looking at this item is yellow.

Yan Qing lowered his head, stared at the notebook he had just written down his idea for a long while, and then slowly raised his hand in the silence.

Immediately receiving everyone's attention, the little flower demon blinked her eyes and said weakly, "I actually... have an idea..."

"Xiao Yan," Zhong Fenghe interrupted him directly, "it's not the kind of petty trouble you practice."

It's not a joke.

The mountain-like dragon in the Northwest Sea, and the world where humans, gods and demons are mixed together, have a distant and mysterious background like ancient times.

He felt that this was what the producers wanted.

He felt that Zhong Fenghe could listen to his opinion, and he smiled expectantly, showing his playful and cute canine teeth: "I already have a complete idea, you can take a look."

Zhong Fenghe didn't even look at him: "Just listen."

Yan Qing opened his mouth, but in the end he could only put down his hands, tightly clasping the book with his fingers like bamboo joints, and did not speak.

Several highly qualified screenwriters talked with Zhong Fenghe, and Yan Qing offered several suggestions with full confidence, but the others ignored his words as if they didn't hear them.

This meeting went on for a long time, and the result of the meeting was to give up.

When the meeting was over, the studio exuded a sluggish atmosphere, and someone had already started packing up the things on the desk, ready to move out at any time.

Zhong Fenghe was obviously not in a good mood. He walked out with heavy steps, and when he passed by Yan Qing, he patted Yan Qing on the shoulder: "Young people should be down-to-earth, and don't aim too high."

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, looking straight at Zhong Fenghe.

Although his voice was not high and his voice was soft, his tone was firm: "I didn't think so."

Zhong Fenghe left in a hurry, before he could finish his sentence, his elderly figure had disappeared into the studio.

Yan Qing held the notebook with ideas in both hands, bit his lower lip tightly, and stood at the door of the meeting room for a long time.

After a while, Yan Qing took out the cell phone that he didn't use very much, and it took a long time to find Zhong Fenghe's phone, and it took more than ten minutes to successfully send the text message.

【Boss, I want to try the request of the producer. I hope you will give me a chance to express it to you. It will take only 5 minutes. Thank you. 】

The text message was sent, but the studio was still in crisis.

Fortunately, tonight there is an extra treat that can brighten his mood.

This year's winter seems to be extraordinarily cold. It has just entered the winter, and Yangcheng, a place surrounded by mountains and rivers and not south or north, has actually fallen a thin layer of snow, which is softly spread on the ground.

He put on a brown windbreaker, put the notebook with ideas on the inside of the windbreaker, and walked all the way to the outside of the concert hall with the concert tickets that he spent most of his fortune on in his pocket.

The time was just right, but it was a bit later than the audience who were used to entering the arena early. There was only a small tail left in the long line of entering the arena. Yan Qing hurriedly fell to the tail of the line. Fortunately, he didn't have any money in his pocket on the day he had sex with that man. This ticket—otherwise I will lose it together.

It was very cold outside, he stepped on the snow, rubbed his hands slightly, opened his thin lips slightly, and exhaled a trace of hot air, which warmed his slightly cold palms.

The sound of steady footsteps came, and the lights behind him were completely covered in an instant, and the shadow of the person overlapping his shadow, without looking back, Yan Qing could see the slender figure of this person from the shadow.

Someone actually came later than him.

He turned his head subconsciously, with the light behind him, caught off guard, and saw the face that frequently appeared in his mind in the past two days.

"Ah," he felt that the branches and leaves of his body were about to be scared off, and the branches all over his body were shivering in the cold wind, "Okay, what a coincidence..."

Surprise flashed in the man's eyes, but his tone was light: "It's a coincidence."