Ning's mother was still a little unwilling.

Ning Yuetong was decisive. She took a deep breath and showed a gentle and friendly smile on her face.

"How could it be? It would be best if you were in charge of my shooting. I find your guidance very useful. There are really not many serious, responsible and patient directors like you nowadays."

When the assistant director heard this, his expression softened slightly.

It’s just that I don’t have any good feelings toward the Ning family’s mother and daughter.

Photographing Ning Yuetong was probably a thankless task.

Everything that happened here was watched by a person on the second floor of the studio.

The man sat motionless by the bed, his face with profound features reflected in the glass.

The dark eyes stared in one direction.

The big hand with distinct joints, the phalangeal joints were constantly curled up and then loosened again.

Within a few minutes, the veins on the back of the man's hands also popped.

Finally, he slowly raised his hand and placed his fingertips on the window.

Through the window, gently trace the figure of the person not far away.

Her fingertips followed his eyes.

From her hair, to her eyebrows... to her bright red lips, to her body wrapped in white silk clothes.

His eyes gradually turned scarlet.

The fingertips are almost white.

It's been too long since I've seen her.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

The man narrowed his eyes and retracted his fingers.

"Mr. Huo, long time no see."

A big palm that had always been generous appeared in front of the man, followed by a middle-aged man with a good-looking appearance.

He was looking at him with a smile.

He is the director of Yanhuang Terrace.

He stretched out his hand toward Huo Yan again, "Mr. Huo?"

But he felt that Huo Yan's aura was a little too cold, with a hint of impatience at being disturbed.

A chill ran down his back and he took a small step back.

When he looked at the man again, there was only a gentle look on his face.

There's nothing to be unhappy about.

The director calmed down his emotions and smiled awkwardly.

“A special thank you to you for supporting this shoot.”

When he said this, the director had forgotten Huo Yan's strange mood just now, and his face became full of smiles again.

This kind of promotional films are usually funded by higher authorities, but the funds are generally not very generous, and the requirements for the finished film cannot be relaxed.

Money is very tight.

This time Huo Yan really provided help in times of need.

It's just that the station manager is worried about whether the man's investment will require some return.

For example, inserting some actresses or inserting some advertisements.

If this is the case, the money will be very hot to get.

"Shall I ask Xiao Yi to come up? He is the chief director of this promotional video."

Huo Yan seemed to have read through the director's thoughts.

"No, I don't know about the promotional video. I came here specifically to see you this time. You are an old friend of my father's. I should have come to see Shibo a long time ago. This is just a little thought. Please don't dislike it, Shibo." ”

Although his tone was as cold as ever, his words spoke to the director's heart and gave him a lot of reassurance.

That's called physical and mental comfort.

The director looked at Huo Yan and smiled.

This nephew of mine indeed has a beautiful heart.

There is no need to say anything too clearly.

"You see, my uncle didn't prepare any greeting gifts..."

"How can I ask for Shibo's meeting gift? If I do, my dad will probably break my legs." He looked sincere.

When the director saw this, he admired Huo Yan even more, but he also felt a little bit sorry in his heart.

"Then... Shibo will accompany you to visit?"

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