President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo stared at the screenwriter's back for a while, unable to recover for a long time.

There was a dull feeling in her heart, as if blocked by a big rock.

Xia Yuluo was dejected and powerless.

Her little hands were close to where her heart was.

She felt the heartbeat coming from there, and her heart was sore.

When the big screenwriter left, although Xia Yuluo felt a little frustrated, she still breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the oppressive feeling around him is not so strong anymore.

Xia Yuluo felt that her throat was a little dry.

She went up and poured a large glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

Xia Yuluo suddenly felt as if she had come back to life.

She clenched her fists, her eyes determined.

What are screenwriters afraid of?One day, Xia Yuluo will surpass her!
Xia Yuluo wanted to go to the bathroom after drinking the water.

She had been writing the script just now, and was blocked by the cruel scriptwriter, which was almost killing her.

Walking to the door of the toilet, Xia Yuluo was just about to go in, but was pulled back by a woman's hand.

"Big screenwriter? Are you back?"

Xia Yuluo looked at the screenwriter's cloudy face in surprise.

The screenwriter, who was still like a spring breeze when he left, suddenly appeared in front of her like this.

"What kind of crap are you writing about?"

Hilariously.

The big screenwriter had a cold face, and his first reaction was to scold Xia Yuluo.

His mouth was merciless, and he only picked the most vicious and poisonous words to satirize her.

"See for yourself!"

"I've been sitting in this position for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen characters that can be set like this."

"Xia Yuluo, what's going on in your head? Are you eating pig food every day?"

Xia Yuluo was scolded bloody by the big screenwriter.

She just twitched the corners of her mouth coldly, and did not refute in silence.

This time it's because of something wrong with her work, so she won't escape.

"Shit!"

"Every word and every punctuation mark in this script interprets these two words."

"The whole story is bullshit!"

"Xia Yuluo, you are really capable, you, go! Change it for me immediately! Immediately!"

The anger on the screenwriter's face can be seen through the thick layer of makeup on her face.

Xia Yuluo resigned to her fate and went back to revise the manuscript, but her ears were still not clean.

The big screenwriter sat in his original position, chattering endlessly.

"Hehe, I'm really unlucky today to have a newcomer like you."

"Do you know how much scolding I have endured because of your broken script?"

Xia Yuluo tried her best to immerse her thoughts in the script without being disturbed by the big screenwriter.

But some are still upset by the infection of the big screenwriter.

"This time I wrote my name, which caused me to be scolded for no reason."

"Xia Yuluo, are you a little gloating now?"

"Don't think that I will be willing to be treated like this by you."

"I said, did you do it on purpose?"

"Deliberately playing such a rubbish level, just want to pull me off the horse, right?"

The big screenwriter had an angry look on his face, guessing, and glared at Xia Yuluo.

Xia Yuluo retorted expressionlessly.

"I didn't know at the time that the last thing I signed would be your name, how could I harm you?"

"Hmph, count you acquainted."

As if he had figured out a certain key point, the director's expression softened.

But still complained that the newcomers were just unreliable.

In the end, Xia Yuluo finally passed the draft.

She was about to go home, but was stopped by the big screenwriter again.

There is a dinner tonight, and she needs to go with her.