"I am indeed very angry," Xi Shang sighed, "but I am angry at myself."

"I should reflect on myself and wonder if I did something wrong that made you forget that you have a fiancé waiting for you at home."

Yun Moshu glanced at Fu Yanyou who was sitting next to her, and silently changed the direction of the phone.

After Xi Shang reflected on himself, he asked, "About when will you be back?"

"Right away, tell President Xi that we will be back right after we meet someone."

The space inside the car is so small, it is impossible for Fu Yanyou not to hear it.

After hearing President Xi's deep resentment, he hurriedly reminded her in a low voice, fearing that if it was too late, she would blame him for this and complain that he had too much work to do and didn't leave them time to spend time together.

Yun Moshu laughed muffledly and followed Fu Yanyou's words.

Xi Shang was helpless. No one was there and there was no point in anything he said. He had to let her get busy with her work first.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanyou looked surprised, "Is President Xi so clingy?"

In the eyes of everyone, Xi Shang is a cold-faced, hard-hearted, workaholic who is focused on his busy work. Even when he first came to talk to himself, he was sharp-tongued and smart enough to see through what he was thinking at a glance.

“No matter how powerful a person is, he has to become a little spoiled child in front of the person he likes,” Fu Yanyou summed up with emotion.

"Little sweetheart?"

Yun Moshu thought of the last two times they met, and that depressed face of hers because he couldn't spend more time with her. She shook her head, smiled faintly and said nothing.

Compared to the little spoiled husband, perhaps the resentful husband is more suitable for him.

The two men arrived at Mengshan's residence, and this time the same person opened the door for them.

When Fu Yanyou saw her, he smiled and asked, "Why are you here again?"

"What else do I want to ask you?"

Meng Qiqi rolled her eyes at him, and Zhuantou immediately smiled brightly at Yun Moshu, "Sister Shu, long time no see. I've been following your variety shows recently. I'm a fan of your cooking skills."

Seeing that she ignored him, Fu Yanyou felt embarrassed and touched his nose and coughed to make his presence felt.

"Do you have chicken feathers stuck in your throat?"

Meng Qiqi pulled her eyelids with her index finger and made a face at him. She snorted coldly and turned to make way for him. "Sister Shu, come in quickly. Don't stand outside."

"Shu...ah"

When Meng Shan saw his old friend, he wanted to shout happily, but when he saw that there were still two light bulbs, he swallowed the word "Sister Shu" back.

He stood outside the hall door with a cane and said calmly, "I'm here."

"Xiao Shu and I have something to discuss. Please do as you please."

Meng Qiqi watched the two of them disappear one after the other and tugged at Fu Yanyou's sleeve, "What do you think is going on between Sister Shu and my grandfather? Why do they have so many things to discuss in private?"

"You asked me and I want to ask you."

"Hey~, you're not Sister Shu's agent, how come you don't know anything? You're so useless."

"You are Mr. Meng's granddaughter, so you are even more useless, right?"

Fu Yanyou was not willing to be outdone.

Yun Moshu turned around and saw the two of them quarreling. She was a little curious, "Are they on good terms?"

"It's not bad."

Meng Shan sighed, "Qiqi's parents passed away early. I paid little attention to her at first, which caused her to suffer a lot in school. Later, when I found out, her personality had completely changed. She became unusually quiet and often huddled in a corner in a daze. She hated going to school."

"I tried many ways but couldn't help her get over the trauma in her heart. It was only when Xiao Fu found me about her artist's situation and found out about her situation that he encouraged her and she was able to slowly accept the outside world again."

"Speaking of which, in Qiqi's heart, he is probably closer to her than to me as her grandfather."

Without waiting for Yun Moshu to comfort him, he shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "Forget it. I don't have many years left to live anyway. It's good for her to be like this. If I were the highest status in her heart, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to let go."

"Oh, you think too much. You can even wait for me, so are you afraid that you won't live long?"

"...Actually, we are all grown up now. Sometimes we don't need to be so verbally aggressive. Otherwise, if we get angry and get sick, that would be a big deal."

Yun Moshu smiled, "Don't you want to die? I can fulfill your wish."

"Death from old age and death from anger are two different concepts. I don't want to be rumored to have died in such a ridiculous way when I'm about to die."

"You haven't changed in this respect. You still have a lot of shame," Yun Mo mocked him.

"Let's talk about the script first," Meng Shan changed the subject.

Yun Moshu refused to let go and continued to pursue, "Aren't we talking about life and death? I really like this topic, let's chat about it together."

"What are you talking about? You're alive and well. Why are you talking about death? No!"

Meng Shan was angry.

When he saw the good relationship between his granddaughter and that boy Xiao Fu, his heart full of sadness and grief had been washed away by her, leaving it bare without a trace.

"This is the prototype of the script you are going to perform, would you like to take a look?" Meng Shan picked up the original novel from the table and handed it to her.

"Strange Immortals? You are not into traditional literature. When did you become interested in themes of immortal heroes?"

Yun Moshu flipped through two pages and asked in surprise.

Meng Shan looked at her with resentment, "You, a living person, disappeared out of thin air, I can't think about it in this way."

"Strange Fairy" was his famous work in his youth. Even in that era of flourishing thoughts, his unique ideas were still unique.

This book can be said to have pioneered the fantasy drama genre.

"So this was written based on me. Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan, you always criticize me. It turns out I am so powerful in your eyes, even a god."

"Yes... yes."

Meng Shan rubbed the crutch in his hand twice, turned his head silently and looked out the window.

He would never say that he wrote a lot of miscellaneous stories before he became famous.

In short, it's good to recognize each other at this age, so he can avoid the humiliation of being beaten with a broom.

"Many people have approached me to buy the copyright for this novel, but I have never been able to sell it."

"copyright?"

Meng Shan nodded. "This is the only novel whose copyright I own. Now I'm handing it over to you. It's up to you whether you want to make it into a movie or leave it alone."

"I can't accept this," Yun Moshu refused with a frown.

She could play one of the roles, but asking her to accept it unconditionally and make all the decisions, how is this different from a thief stealing the fruits of his labor?

She didn't want to, wasn't willing to, and couldn't accept it.

"Don't rush to refuse. I wrote this novel just for you. I've even been looking forward to the day when it will be returned to you."

Meng Shan was serious and would not allow her to refuse. "You must agree, otherwise I will have to take it to the ground and it will never be seen again."

Seeing him being so tough, Yun Moshu felt helpless and grateful. "Now that you've said this, if I don't accept it, I'd be being tactless."

"That's more like it. You were so shameless just now that I wanted to say that someone has mutated," Meng Shan looked relieved.

Yun Moshu's face twitched, and she said speechlessly: "I just stole a few dates from you before, why do you still remember it?"

"Is that a matter of a few dates? That's my dignity!"

Meng Shan's chest heaved and he roared angrily.

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