President Gao Leng's little wife

Chu Yu is obviously such an actor worthy of liking, so she was dragged down by herself and slandered by the public.

"How can I help him?" Xia Yuluo stared at the densely packed words in front of her, her thoughts diverged.

"Screenwriter Xia, this is a new draft!" Although she was in a bad mood, she didn't dare to delay her work, and she needed to sign it, and the assistant didn't dare to carry her in, and didn't dare to visit her.

Putting the manuscript on her desk, she hurried away as if fleeing.

"Manuscripts... manuscripts..." She frantically picked up the manuscripts to sign, and then sent them for review, when suddenly a flash of inspiration came to her mind.

"Yes!" She had an epiphany, the inspiration flashed by, and the people working outside were surprised to see the screenwriter's office that was gloomy just a second ago, and suddenly it seemed as if the clouds were lifted and the ice melted.

She thought of what he mentioned before, and hoped that she could help him create a tailor-made script.

She just rested her chin and meditated for a while. She thought about the gentle appearance of this man. Such a gentle man should not be framed by those people.

A general train of thought had been formed in her mind, she opened the document, her fingers were nimbly jumping on the keyboard, her expression focused.

Neat words appeared on the screen one by one, and she kept writing until the afternoon without stopping.

When the first draft came out, the sunlight coming in from the window was already at a slanting angle.

She rubbed her sore spine from looking at the computer for a long time, looked at the first draft, and clicked print.

The snow-white paper was printed in black, and came out of the printer with the fragrance of ink. She hammered her waist, stood up and stretched her muscles and bones, only to feel that her mouth was parched and her stomach was already hungry.

She tidied up the manuscript a little bit, then made a cup of coffee, dug out a piece of bread, and devoured the temple of her five internal organs.

She looked at the written copy, took out her mobile phone and called him.

The call was picked up almost without a pause: "Yuluo?" Even though the other party's voice was processed by the microphone, it still contained a touch of warmth.

"Yes, Chu Yu, the script you asked me to write for you a few days ago, I have already written it, and it should roughly look like this..." She held the script and sorted out the general context with him.

Chu Yu listened carefully over there, and she also heard the sound of his writing.

She finished her statement, and then asked: "It should look like this. This is just a first draft. Do you have any suggestions or ideas?"

"Ahem——" Over there, he seemed to cough, and then he smiled. Through the microphone, she could guess that his expression now was as gentle as usual.

"I don't have any opinions. It's just that some details are not very clear...cough..." The man on the other end of the phone seemed to be deliberately lowering his voice, and only then did she realize that his voice was thicker than before, with a Nasal.

"Chu Yu, what's wrong with you? You keep coughing, do you have a cold?" she asked.

"Sorry, I have a bit of a cold." She saw through him, but he still only apologized gently.

She subconsciously asked, "Have you taken your medicine?"

She was really just out of concern from a friend, but she didn't want to, and heard the man on the other end of the phone continue to say: "Yuluo, can I trouble you to buy some cold medicine for me?"