After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

Jiang Jiao gradually became familiar to some people, and the reason for knowing it was entirely——

Entertainment reporters photographed him entering Minglian's studio with flowers or gifts.

If it happened once or twice, no one would be surprised, because it's normal for such a young, rich, good-looking screenwriter to have suitors.

But if, rain or shine, for a few years, people have to sigh that this person is really stubborn... Well, it's persistence.

Jiang Jiao is not bad in itself, looking at the entire entertainment industry, there are really not many people who are more imposing than him.

At first, I thought it was a certain actor, but after digging deeper, I found out that it was not. Yuji thought it was a certain model, so I dug deeper, and found that it was not, either.

People have a rebellious mentality, and the more they can't find out, the more they will not give up. After three months of staying in the industry, the new Yuji finally figured out the matter.

It turned out to be a wealthy family, but no one dared to say which wealthy family it was.

The most eye-catching thing in the circle is all kinds of gossip information. As soon as this information was released, there was an immediate sensation outside.

Jiang Jiao has always been a person who doesn't care about other people's opinions. He doesn't care what is said on the Internet, and he doesn't look at it. Whenever he has time, he runs to Minglian.

When there was a lot of gossip on the Internet again, Jiang Jiao stood at the door of Minglian's studio with a big bag of things.

"Brother Jiang, are you looking for our teacher Ming again?" The girl working at the front desk saw Jiang Jiao and said jokingly.

Originally, the two were not familiar with each other, but because Jiang Jiao came so frequently, it was hard to think they were not familiar with each other.

Jiang Jiao nodded, "Is he inside?"

The girl looked around at the two cake-like boxes in his hand, and said with a smile, "Of course."

Jiang Jiao put down one of the boxes, "This is for you."

"Thank you, Brother Jiang!" With a joyful voice, he hurriedly called other people in the studio to come over and share good things.

Jiang Jiao went in with another cake.

"Hehe." When knocking on the door of Minglian's office, no matter how many times he had been here, Jiang Jiao was still nervous.

Minglian in the office heard some noise outside, and then looked at the wall clock in the room, knowing it clearly.

So when the knock on the door rang, he was not surprised, "Come in."

The man carrying the cake walked in from the outside, "I bought you afternoon tea."

Minglian raised his eyes to look at him, and could find that Jiang Jiao had carefully dressed up before going out, and he even put on wax.

"Thank you, you look pretty good today." Minglian said.

Jiang Jiao knew that this type of praise often occurs among friends, and it may be the other party's casual words.But he was just happy, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily.

The uneasiness caused by dressing up for more than an hour before going out was finally overturned by the waves and buried in the depths, and could no longer be traced.

"Thank you." Jiang Jiao said in a low voice, and then put the cake on Minglian's table, "Yao Ji has released a new product recently, it is a fruit cake, and the market response is very good, you can try it."

"Yao Ji has a new product? How did I hear that his family can't keep going?" Ming Lian raised his eyebrows slightly.

The last time he drove past the store, he suddenly remembered that there was no bun at home, so he just got out of the car to buy a cake.

When I was checking out, I heard from the clerk that something happened to the boss's house and he needed a lot of money urgently, so he had to sell the store.

Jiang Jiao paused, and the occlusal muscles on the side of his cheeks moved, as if something was rolling in his mouth.

"Its house was not going to work, but I bought it." Jiang Jiao whispered, looking at Minglian carefully, he looked a little uneasy.

Minglian nodded, "You really have a vision for investing, and Yao Ji's reputation has already been built. If you manage it properly, you won't lose money."

Jiang Jiao's lips moved, but finally said, "Are you free tonight? I've booked a movie ticket."

Minglian asked, "What movie?"

"'The Last of Us II' was released in the early hours of the morning, and I have a ticket for the first show." Jiang Jiao said truthfully.

Minglian was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he had a movie that was going to be released in the early hours of tomorrow.

"The Last Survivor" is a script written by Ming Lian before. After the film was released, the audience responded very well. Even the always harsh film critics network will be full of praise for it, with a score of 9.5.

When this movie was released at the end of the year, the box office on the first day directly broke the record for the year, just like taking a lot of brushes, and it was breaking records every day after that.

Wipe off the glory of others on the record list, and replace it with your own.

As a suspenseful horror film, and it was released in the off-season at the end of the year, "The Last Survivor" finally ended with 43 billion box office, and the results are not unreasonable.

Back then, "The Last Survivor" became the dark horse of the year in one fell swoop, and even brought about a wave of enthusiasm for such themes.

The big investor was the ivory tower, and Ming Lian, a well-known screenwriter at the time, invested in the box office.

In the end, both parties made a lot of money.

The response was so good that the investors wanted to do the second part, and the actors used the original cast of the first part.

In fact, this is also a lot of investment ideas. With the first film in front, no matter how bad the second film is, it will not be so bad.

Minglian generally does not have the habit of writing sequels, with the exception of "The Last Survivor". When I wrote it, I still had something to say, so I took it.

"The Last of Us II" was born.

The public opinion on the Internet is very noisy, and there are many people who support and express their expectations.

But more people think that Ming Lian doesn't even want fame for money, he has lost his money, and he is no longer the Ming Lian who wrote scripts wholeheartedly before.

Numerous netizens lamented that the young, aura-filled screenwriter had died in the pile of money, and the one who lived was Ming Lian, who was blinded by money and might only rely on fried rice to maintain his popularity in the future.

Because everyone knows that this kind of sequel is generally not well shot.

The higher the audience's evaluation of the first drama, the harder it is to win praise.

Even if your second part is as good as the first, it just won't work in the eyes of the audience.

Because you didn't go beyond the first one.

Yes, it must be surpassed.

Although Minglian is not a celebrity, he has accumulated a large number of fans with so many movies and TV series.

In the circle, his traffic is more powerful than some third-tier stars.

There was a quarrel on the Internet, and there was a fight every now and then.

As for those arguments, Minglian ignored them.

no need.

He is confident that when "The Last Survivor" is released, everything will turn around.

"I'm free tonight." Minglian also wanted to see the reaction.

Jiang Jiao's eyes lit up, "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

Minglian shook his head, "No."

The corners of Jiang Jiao's eyes twitched. If Jiang Jiao just now was a thriving grass, then now, this grass is withered.

But the next moment, he heard Minglian say again, "I forgot to add cat food to the milk when I went out in the morning, and I have to go back at night."

Jiang Jiao's eyes lit up again, and he immediately raised his eyes to look at the young man across the table, the joy in his eyes was not hidden at all, like the twinkling stars in the sky, and also like gems in the sparkling spring water.

shiny.

Minglian sat on the chair and looked at him, time passed by, this person has changed, matured, and also looked old because of the white hair, but his eyes have not changed.

It's a wonderful feeling, the time in the middle seems to have faded away, leaving the stubbornness left after being washed away by the big waves.

Because Ming Lian agreed to his invitation, Jiang Jiao's state was fluttering all day.

After returning, Jiang Jiao took a bath again, changed his clothes, and after changing his clothes, turned around in front of the mirror, and then changed his clothes again.

This cycle goes from afternoon to night.

At 10:30 in the evening, there was a knock on the door of Minglian's apartment.After opening the door, as expected, Jiang Jiao was standing outside the door.

When the other party saw him, he showed a standard smile with eight teeth.

"Are you ready? If not, I'll wait." Jiang Jiao said this with some trepidation.

He knew that he was pregnant with other people's small thoughts, and it would take 10 minutes to drive from here to Central Film and Television City.

The movie was shown in the early morning, and now it's over, and there's still an hour left.

He wants to go shopping with Minglian.

"Wait a minute, I'm taking a bath with milk." Minglian's hands were wet.

At this time, there was a loud noise from inside, Minglian turned his head and took a look in, as if remembering something, he frowned and went in quickly.

Seeing Minglian turn around and enter the room, Jiang Jiao stared at the opened door and was stunned for a moment.

Does this mean you can enter?

It doesn't matter, go in first, and then you will be kicked out in a big deal!

Minglian hurried back to the bathroom, a little civet cat covered in bubbles saw Minglian coming back, and stopped pushing the shower gel off the stage.

The little paw slowly retracted.

However, looking down, a lot of things had fallen on the ground.

"Meow." The little raccoon cat cried out softly, and it felt quite innocent from the sound.

"You can't do without taking a bath, your body stinks." Ming Lian picked up the dropped bottle, and carried back the little raccoon cat that had escaped from the plate.

Just when Minglian wanted to add some water to the basin, he suddenly found that the little cihuamao in his hand stretched its back slightly and arched its waist into a curved bridge.

It's a bit fried.

Minglian was stunned for a moment, then looked back, it turned out that it was Jiang Jiao who came in after him, and now he was standing at the door of the bathroom.

"Don't come in." Minglian said.

Jiang Jiao's footsteps that wanted to follow in stopped suddenly, he hesitated for a while, and finally stood where he was without retreating.

"How long have you been raising him?" Jiang Jiao looked at the little raccoon cat that had shrunk twice in size after getting wet.

Minglian: "It was about three months. I picked up milk on the side of the road and found that it was sick. After it was cured, I just brought the milk back."

Now he is not as eager to join the group as he was in the past few years. He has more free time than before, and it is just right to raise a cat.

Probably because he had been in the waves before, Milk was very cooperative when Ming Lian was around. It turned into a cat puppet, except for moving its whiskers and meowing softly in the middle, there was no mischievous movement just now.

"Please help me take down the white towel." Ming Lian turned to look at Jiang Jiao.

The towel was hanging on the wall near the door, and Jiang Jiao got it with a stretch of his arm.

He still remembered that what Minglian just said didn't go in, so he rolled up the towel and threw it away, Minglian grabbed the towel and wrapped the little raccoon cat into a cat dumpling.

It was nearly eleven o'clock when the milk was finished.

The two go out.

It was almost 11:30 in the central film and television city. The prosperity of the city lies in the fact that the lights are as bright as day. Even though it is late at night in the eyes of many people, there are still many pedestrians coming and going.

Advertisements were changing on the huge display screen, and after another screen change, a poster with a dark style and bloody handprints suddenly appeared.

The words "The Last Survivor II" are placed in the center of the poster.

"I think you need this." Jiang Jiao stopped the car and took out a pair of sunglasses from the cabinet next to him.

Ming Lian, who originally wanted to go in the dark after the opening, took the sunglasses, "You're quite careful."

Jiang Jiao's ears were red, but now in the underground parking lot, the surrounding light is dim, this scene is not easy to be noticed.

Today's Central Film and Television City has a lot of people, and there are a lot of people. Most of them come to the night show with friends or lovers.

"Please wait!!"

When Minglian was about to close the elevator, there was a shout from outside.

The slender fingers changed a key upon hearing the sound.

Before the group of people came in, Minglian put on the sunglasses, and Jiang Jiao moved his position, trapping Minglian in the corner of the elevator like a wall, and at the same time cut off the eyes of others.

Five young people came in together, three men and two women, all in their early twenties.

"Fortunately, I caught up and went there early. I have a hunch that there will be a lot of people there!!"

"Isn't it! I'm really looking forward to it, God knows I've been counting the days this month."

Suddenly a girl looked over, "Thank you just now."