Chasing money back is all about teasing

In Su's CEO's office, a small desk was added today.

In front of the small desk, the president's wife, who had come out of the closet live in public a few days ago, buried her head in the steaming hot oven, biting the tip of her pen and thinking hard.

After graduating from university, Rong Qing seldom wrote too long texts, and usually signed a name with a few words of blessings that fans had made up.

Fans feel sorry for their scumbag idol, and every time they ask him to write, the content is simple and simple.

I remember the last time I wrote an article of more than 300 words, it seemed to be in the Chinese language test of the college entrance examination.And that composition was made up and off topic, and the structure was even more messy.

Later, I didn't remember the exact number of Chinese scores. In short, it shouldn't be very high, otherwise why would he rely on his face for food?

Later, with his extra points in art, he was admitted to the Film Academy. He usually studies courses related to acting.After being promoted to junior year, Rong Qing met Su Zili, and under the arrangement of the sponsor, she began to contact commercial performances intermittently. In the first two years, she was busy traveling around and often had no time to attend classes. Even the assistant wrote her graduation thesis.

Now that I have been away from school for many years, I suddenly made up my mind to write a script.

Rong Qing stared at the blank notepad for most of the day, feeling like an illiterate.

No, he is illiterate.

And the biggest difficulty of this script is that he can't hold it back but he can't let others write it casually.

After all, even if Rong Qing has known each other for a long time and has been with him all the time, it is impossible for him to understand all the experiences of him and Su Zili along the way.

Even if he knew the whole story, that feeling can only be experienced by Rong Qing himself.

And the other person who participated in the whole process...Rong Qing bit the tip of his pen and secretly looked at Su Zili who was lying on his desk, concentrating on flipping through the documents.

I was too busy to take my time.

Could it be that his movie is doomed to die before it starts shooting?

They are in the same office, so close that they can render each other while breathing.

Even though Rong Qing was very quiet today, even abnormally quiet, Su Zili still couldn't just focus on his work.

On average, he raised his head every 5 minutes, looked at Rong Qing to estimate the progress, and when he saw No. 20 times, he found that Rong Qing was still facing a blank sheet of paper in a daze.

Even the signature pen he was biting in his mouth didn't even open the cap.

This person asked for three days off with the high-sounding reason of 'writing a script', and pestered himself to come to his company to 'feel the working atmosphere'. As a result, half a day slipped away, and he didn't even leave a single ink dot ?

He knew that if Rong Qing was allowed to develop according to this situation, there would still be a pile of blank paper in front of Rong Qing after today was over.

It took three days and three days and three days, and the legendary script would never be figured out.

Su Zili had no choice but to temporarily push away the half-assessed plan in his hand, got up and walked to him, and lightly patted his shoulder to remind him, "No matter how well written, you should at least give it a start, right?"

Rong Qing, who was in a daze, was slapped by him, and his soul returned instantly, "I know, I know, I have been thinking about the beginning all morning, but I have to write from there..."

Rong Qing, who was already bored to the point of agitation, put down his pen, wrinkled his face in distress, his facial features huddled together, and raised his head full of embarrassment, "Did I disturb you?"

"No." Putting his hands on his shoulders, he clearly felt that the muscles under his palms were a little stiff. Su Zili rubbed him with strength, and lied without shame, "I've probably taken care of it, do you want to take care of it?" help you?"

"...Forget it, you must have taken a lot of time to rest yesterday." From the number of knocks on the door and phone calls in the morning, Rong Qing could feel how busy Su Zili was usually.

In such a situation, you still have to pester him to come to the company. As a boyfriend, you are really disqualified.

Rong Qing aspired to be a considerate and virtuous model boyfriend, so he stood up from his seat, took Su Zili's hand, let him sit on his bench, leaned over and kissed him on the eyelid, and softly comforted him, "If it's dealt with Just take a rest, you are so tired every day, right?"

He used the tone of saying good night before going to bed every night, which made Su Zili feel at peace instantly.

"Fortunately, I'm used to it." At first, he thought that Rong Qing would definitely harass him so much that he couldn't do anything if he was by his side.

But when someone really came to the office, he realized that because he was thinking about him, Su Zili read documents, did things or negotiated much faster than usual, and he didn't even feel tired.

Seeing his worried and cautious face, Su Zili said with rare relief, "Really, I won't be very tired."

"I'm so tired looking at it, I thought it would be easier for you to sit in the office than me to run around and film." He hugged Su Zili's neck from behind, bent down and lay on his back.

Rong Xiaoxie was tortured by the script for several hours, and her overall state was paralyzed, "What should I do, I don't know how to write a script at all."

"You took film classes, so you should have learned how to write scripts, right?" Su Zili graduated from a finance major abroad and has studied abroad for nearly ten years, so he doesn't know much about domestic film universities.Considering that professional actors might not have this course, he paused and added, "Even if you haven't studied it, you've seen a lot, right?"

"Yes, there is this class, and I've seen a lot of it..." Rong Qing's voice was still weak, and he rubbed his face on his back in protest, "You can't watch pigs run, and you ask me to four Are you on the ground?"

Besides, none of the pigs he had seen was too lazy to run.

"What metaphors are you talking about..." reprimanded, Su Zili chose to ignore his unreasonable reasoning, took the signature pen he had been chewing on for three or four hours, found a paper towel to wipe off his saliva in distaste, and Simply and neatly write the word 'Outline' on the blank notepad.

His handwriting is vigorous, with clear edges and corners, and the ending is crisp and neat, really like his handwriting.

"Writing a script is similar to writing an article. First of all, you need to have a basic plan." It feels like his face is still tightly pressed against his back, and he can't see the notepad from this angle.Su Zili turned sideways and pulled him to the front, pressed Rong Qing to let him sit on his lap and continued, "You have always learned the elements of narrative in junior high school, the cause passes through the result, try to summarize it according to this logic?"

"There are three elements? Is this from junior high school?" Rong Qing was a complete scumbag when he was a student, and he didn't even bother to listen to what the teacher said.

If it weren't for the fact that God gave him a good appearance by rewarding him with food, God knows which construction site he is moving bricks now.

Following Su Zili's narration, he rationalized his thoughts, and immediately came to inspiration, and tentatively concluded, "The reason is that you took care of me because you saw the color. After that, I half-pushed and half-succumbed to you. In the end, it's mutual consent, and everyone is happy?"

As a result, Rong Qing summed it up in a few words, the story between them was completely a product of power and sex trading, and there was no romance or charm at all.

Su Zili was furious, gripped the pen tightly with his index finger, pinched Rong Qing's ear with his left hand, and reprimanded him with hatred, "Attempt to see the color? Half-push? At this time, you have a brilliant literary talent, why don't you need to write scripts? "

"Ahhh...wrong, wrong, don't twist, don't twist..." Su Zili's hands were light, but it didn't hurt much.

But Rong Qing was worried that this was his company, if someone opened the door and came in later and saw that he was a majestic king who had suffered domestic violence and had no power to fight back, it would be really useless.

In a hurry, begging for mercy and admitting his mistake, he finally saved his ear from Su Zili's hand, Rong Qing moved his body so as not to hurt his leg, and said a little embarrassedly, "I also know that I have to write it down, but in the end? Where do you start?"

"Too……"

It is not romantic for the two of them to meet each other. Before they met each other, they had their own hesitation and waiting.

Su Zili thought about it for a while, and suggested, "Otherwise, let's write separately and from their own perspectives?"

"It seems to be possible. Movies also have storyboards!" Finally finding a breakthrough in the problem, Rong Qing was excited and jumped on Su Zili's legs.

But it was only for a moment, within 2 minutes he wilted again.

"It's okay for me to talk about this part, how can I write it on your side?" Rong Qing and Su Zili have been together day and night for seven years, so they should be regarded as close relatives.

But the long gap before the encounter can only be understood through simple words.

Moreover, Su Zili was a man of few words, and because of his busy schedule, he never had a chance to talk too much.

"Why, I couldn't meet you earlier?" How great would it be if I could participate in Su Zili's life from the very beginning and share all the joy of his vitality?

"There's no reason, everything is arranged." Su Zili put down his pen, put his arms around Rong Qing's waist, and turned his head to give him a warm kiss, "Think about it, just because each of you has encountered too much before, We have each other in our lives.”

"Really..." Rong Qing licked his lips, feeling the warm smell pouring into his heart.He rubbed against Su Zili's arms, but his mood was still depressed, "Before I met you, I didn't experience anything except doing nothing but making trouble every day."

"Well, so the gods probably sent me to enrich your pale life." Knowing that once he started to think wildly, it would be difficult to stop, Su Zili hurriedly brought the topic down to business, "I will help you write my part. Bar?"

"Is it really possible?" Although he didn't want to trouble Su Zili too much, Rong Qing couldn't be more happy to let him write down his past with his own hands.Seeing him nodding in agreement, Rong Qing looked at Su Zili to discuss with him, "I'll write my own part and the rest, how about you spare time to write your own parts?"

"Okay." Seeing that Rong Qing finally recovered, Su Zili immediately responded.Although I have been busy going around recently, if I squeeze in, I should still have time to write a story.

Well, he seems to be loving Rong Qing more and more.But Su Zili still prefers Rong Qing's happy appearance to making things difficult for him.