You are really not the father of the child

Yan Qing was taken aback for a moment, he could clearly understand what Zhong Fenghe was talking about, but his brain hadn't reacted yet, and his whole body wanted to wave the branches.

Zhong Fenghe seemed to have just remembered the "only 5 minutes" he said before, and was suddenly a little embarrassed.He cleared his throat and urged with an unnatural expression: "Why don't you continue?"

Yan Qing grinned instantly, his brows and eyes curved, and the thin chains on the temples of the gold-rimmed glasses made his eyes more vivid.

"I think the settings need to be explained in detail. Most of the stories are the same, just different combinations of plot chains and logic chains. Ancient costume mythological idol dramas focus more on that feeling. Audiences don't necessarily like to fall in love. What they want is fairy chivalry... ..."

The curvature of his mouth never fell down, and there was a trace of vigor in his voice, describing the world in his heart word by word.

Not far away, cars passed by, and the noisy whistle was mixed with the sound of the wind, which could not disturb the young man's thoughts at all.

After Yan Qing finished speaking completely, Zhong Fenghe closed the notebook with great satisfaction, and asked without any hesitation: "Xiao Yan, who gave you this idea?"

Yan Qing was taken aback: "Who gave it to me?"

"The idea is very aura, and the setting is very round and complete." Zhong Fenghe tapped his fingers on the table lightly, "Which expert is behind your back to help you? Tell me, I will find him to sign. Don't worry, I'll write your name on the script too."

Yan Qing stood there, listening to Zhong Fenghe without saying a word, and was silent for a few seconds.

"No one, I thought of it myself. I can provide all the thought process, and this book is also full of my notes."

"You haven't even written a full-length script, don't hide it, your behavior is plagiarism."

"I can do whatever you need to prove."

"It's not a question of proof," Zhong Fenghe said, still reticent, "You don't have such ability."

The second hand of the wall clock was ticking, and his tension and expectation just now were instantly dissipated by Zhong Fenghe's words.

He really didn't lead this kind of complete script writing.When he first joined Fengnian Studio, he only played a few times for experienced screenwriters, all of which were insignificant chores.

It is true that he does not have the ability of Zhong Feng and these screenwriters.

This idea is related to the ancient mythology, and it is related to the looming inheritance memories in his mind as a monster. Coupled with his own ideas, he can completely describe this idea with intuition without any experience. participation of others.

"I first had this idea a month ago when—"

Zhong Fenghe interrupted him impatiently: "It is impossible for me to let you write this story. You don't have the ability and reputation, and the studio can't bear the risk of plagiarism. Or I will pay you the manuscript fee, and this script is not standard. any name."

silence.

Zhong Fenghe waited for Yan Qing's compromise, but there was a longer silence.

After a long time, Yan Qing stepped forward, silently picked up the notebook with ideas on the table, and put it neatly into the windbreaker pocket.

"Xiao Yan?" Zhong Fenghe didn't know why.

"Boss," Yan Qing blinked, with a trace of sourness and indignation in his heart, "I was afraid that you would fire me before, but now I suddenly feel that maybe I am not suitable to work here."

When he was emotionally ups and downs, it was easy to lose control of his demonic power, the pollen scattered uncontrollably, and Zhong Fenghe sneezed several times in a row for no reason.

"Ah-choo, what's going on... Ah-choo--"

Yan Qing lowered his head, touched the cover of the notebook with his hand in his pocket, and said immediately: "The letter of resignation...I'll be ready to deliver it later."

After speaking, he walked directly to the door of Zhong Fenghe's office.

He was still very angry, and his face sank.In the eyes of other people in the studio, Yan Qing has always been a good-tempered and gentle newcomer. At this moment, Zhong Fenghe was stunned by the sudden change in his attitude, and immediately got up and stepped forward to hold him: "Little Yan, calm down first, let's talk slowly."

As soon as Zhong Fenghe pulled his arm, he suddenly touched the rose thorns that Yan Qing could not harvest, and screamed as if he had been electrocuted: "Ah——what's going on? Static electricity... Hey, Xiao Yan , I just want you to tell the truth, don't be so excited. Ah Choo—"

"I'm telling the truth." Yan Qing's bottom line is what he likes to do. He has never been so angry like this moment, "Boss, please don't define people casually."

It was the first time he said such a serious word to someone face to face, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his breathing was a little short.

He thought for a while and wanted to say a lot, but felt that he had nothing to say, so he just turned around and left quickly.

Zhong Fenghe saw Yan Qing turn around and leave, but he didn't stop Yan Qing this time.Instead, he went back to the table and pondered for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to like him very much, and he didn't answer the first time.

Zhong Fenghe called two more times in a row, and the busy tone disappeared.

"It's me, yes, yes, Fengnian Studio..." "It's the big project we touched on before, have you signed a contract with another company?" "Not yet? That's great, I have a new idea here, Guarantee your satisfaction!" "..."

The snow has melted.

Yangcheng would not have had any heavy snow in the first place, but the ground is wet at the moment, and passers-by will drip some cold water on the soles of their shoes.

Yan Qing leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, with his legs curled up, and a thin blanket covering his body.

He was very sleepy.

It seems that the pollination period not only makes him more sensitive to temperature, but also makes him more unable to control his emotional ups and downs.

He had just turned into a human form before, and under the arrangement of the Yaozu Management Office, he entered an ordinary university with two human universities.At that time, he didn't understand anything, and he looked much more stupid than other humans, and it took more effort to learn everything than others.

At that time, he didn't feel how difficult it was.

He worked hard, he got it, and he graduated smoothly.

But now, he worked hard, and all he got was the label of incompetence and possible plagiarism that Zhong Fenghe put on him.

The sun was hanging right, someone knocked on the door a few times, and pushed the door straight in: "Yan Qing? Are you going to eat?"

Yan Qing looked at Zhang Xun.His eyes were a little erratic, with stubbornness hidden in the faintly visible dark red pupils.

"What's wrong with you?" It was obvious that something was wrong, Zhang Xun approached and squatted down beside him, "Not in a good mood?"

Yan Qing lowered his eyes and nodded in a subtle way: "Mmm..."

"I'll go, what did you sprinkle in your room? It smells so good..." Zhang Xun didn't ask him the reason, but pulled him, "Let's go, let's eat to relieve all worries!"

Yan Qing shook his head: "I won't go." He is going to resign now, and the rent has not been paid yet, so he shouldn't spend anything on food. "Zhang Xun, I resigned."

"Ah???" Zhang Xun was confused.

"I'll tell you later, I'll go out for a walk to calm down first."

He got up, lowered his head slightly, put on his windbreaker and went out.

The wind is a bit strong today, but the sky is fine. The clouds are sparse and can't cover the blue sky at all.Yan Qing walked outside for quite a while, but still didn't understand.

He likes to be a screenwriter, and he likes to raise those flowers and plants that are a bit aura. He does this every day, and he doesn't have much pursuit.

As a result, I still have no money and no job, and even the rented house can hardly afford it.

It is completely different from a young and promising person like Mr. Geng.

Yan Qing thought of Geng Yihuai's big house again, and the expensive car that had a driver to drive in and out.

For some reason, maybe it was because he remembered the way subconsciously, when Yan Qing came to his senses, he had already walked outside Geng Yihuai's house.

He lacks demon power, he can't detect the innate aura surrounding the big demon's cave, he just feels that the door of Geng Yihuai's house is really comfortable.

Why don't you stay here and rest?Maybe you can also see how Mr. Geng, a successful man whose life is completely different from his, lives.

……

In the evening, Geng Yihuai got off work on time.

When the driver opened the back seat door, his face was tense, and it took a lot of effort not to shake in front of Geng Yihuai.

Geng Yihuai is in a bad mood today.

Those old and immortal clansmen of the Yaozu couldn't see him for a meeting, so they simply had a thick skin, and many individuals came to his company in a bunch, just to let him find a partner.

Elder Tianqingque even almost declared his ambition with death, saying that if he didn't meet a new owner at his house next time, his sparrow head would be smashed to death on the iron railing of Geng Yihuai's house.

I really broke my heart for the continuation of his little blood.

After Geng Yihuai came from the elders of the Yaozu, his whole body was filled with low air pressure, and he could scare people to death without saying a word.

He got out of the car and just said to the driver, "Go back."

The driver ran away as if he had received an amnesty.

Geng Yihuai walked into the courtyard door as usual, and stopped short.

Surrounding the villa is a flower garden that he paid someone to take care of. Even in winter, there are many seasonal flowers and plants, green and bright colors intertwined.

It's just that the cluster of rose trees is too eye-catching.

Geng Yihuai: "..."

Although Yan Qing may not know that he is also a monster, and can see the opponent's body, but... has this little thing forgotten that ordinary roses will not bloom outdoors in winter?

The branches and leaves of the rose tree are very green, and even the small thorns on the branches are very spot on.At the end of the branches, several flower buds seemed to be waiting to bloom, and one plant had already opened its petals, compared with the flowers and plants beside it.

Geng Yihuai's eyes moved, his eyes turned slightly, as if he had swept across the rose tree inadvertently.

Sure enough, before the wind moved, the little flower demon felt guilty, and the branches all over her body trembled.

The low pressure around Mr. Geng, a successful man, suddenly disappeared. He put away the keys, and walked slowly and casually to the little flower demon.

He said flatly: "It's driving well."

Yan Qing's branches trembled again.

Although he knew that Mr. Geng was a human being and couldn't see his real body, he was still a little nervous when squatting in front of someone's house for the first time.

Suddenly seeing Mr. Geng squatting down, with a pair of enlarged handsome faces approaching, Yan Qing immediately held his breath, his mind went blank.

The man was on one knee, squatting in front of the flower tree in a half-kneeling position, squatting so handsomely.

Before Yan Qing could appreciate Mr. Geng's beautiful facial features, he saw Mr. Geng, a successful man, raised his hand and slowly poked his only half-bloomed rose with his finger.

— gently stroked his petals.

Yan Qing: "!!!!!!"

Ahhhhh! !! !!

How could Mr. Geng touch there! !

There's his...his...