Fu Zhen didn't take Tang Wanwan's words to heart at all. After hanging up with Tang Wanwan, he continued to discuss the next plot with several other teachers. They planned to publish the next episode of Shazhou Chronicle before May. do it.
The storyboard teacher looked at the script that Fu Zhen brought over, frowned and asked Fu Zhen, "Are you really going to do this?"
Fu Zhen understands that the impact of the next episode is a bit big, after all, people who die may form a group, but still nodded: "It has been laid out for a long time."
The storyboard teacher sighed, shook his head again, and said to Fu Zhen, "The fans will go crazy."
Wang Tong was working on special effects next to him. Hearing this sentence, he hurried over and asked, "What's the matter?"
The storyboard teacher knew that Wang Tong was a die-hard fan of the Shazhou Chronicle, and with the mentality of watching a good show, he handed the script that Fu Zhen had finished to Wang Tong. Wang Tong only turned two pages, and screamed: "Ah —”
The sound is so tragic, so shrill, it makes people cry.
Wang Tong dropped the script in his hand, raised his hand and shook Fu Zhen's shoulder frantically: "Madam, this is not true, tell me it is not true!"
"Don't get excited, don't get excited, there are foreshadowings ahead, the team of cavalry that A Wan found when he returned to Sunset City..." Fu Zhen tried his best to explain to Wang Tong that everything that happened next was inevitable .
However, Wang Tong at this time seemed like a wife who had completely lost her mind, "I don't listen, I don't listen, how could my wife let Cui Butong die so easily, how could Huang Lie die too, and the whole family was silenced Now, madam, where is your humanity?"
Fu Zhen originally wanted to explain to Wang Tong again, but when Jiang Hengshu came to their studio at some point, he stood behind Wang Tong and smiled at himself. Fu Zhen couldn't help but also laughed , eyebrows and eyes curved, the world suddenly brightened.
Wang Tong noticed the change in Fu Zhen's expression, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. He turned his head nervously, and he saw Jiang Hengshu, and Wang Tong's two hands were gently on Fu Zhen's shoulders. He flicked and said: "Sister-in-law, you see that you are covered with dust, I will help you pat it, and I... I still have something to do, you and my boss have a good chat, have a good chat."
Wang Tong dodged, crossed Jiang Hengshu and ran to the corridor outside.
Jiang Hengshu didn't pay attention to Wang Tong at all. He was carrying some supper in his hand and put it on the table in the center of the room. These were brought to other staff in the studio.
He asked Fu Zhen, "Going out for dinner?"
Fu Zhen shook his head. He is now in charge of the script of the whole story and a little storyboard. There is really no way to go home earlier than other staff members. He said to Jiang Hengshu: "Wait a while, today's work will be over soon .”
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and sat down on a chair beside him, watching Fu Zhen holding a paintbrush in his hand, concentrating on revising a part of the storyboard that he had just drawn on the drawing board, Jiang Hengshu looked at him quietly, looked at him His long eyelashes fluttered with his eyelids, watching him move the brush in his hand quickly, a beautiful silhouette of a figure appeared under his pen after a while, and the years passed silently.
Jiang Hengshu waited until seven o'clock in the evening. It was already dark and everyone in the studio was empty. Fu Zhen made a summary of today's work and made a schedule for tomorrow's work before packing up. things, and leave with Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu asked Fu Zhen, "Will you be too tired?"
Fu Zhen shook his head: "No, I didn't actually do anything. I just draw a few pictures every day. If I'm busy for another week or so, the workload will be less."
Jiang Hengshu nodded. He is busy with company affairs and can't accompany Fu Zhen every day. It's good for him to be enriched like this. Jiang Hengshu told him: "Don't always sit, exercise more. "
"I know," Fu Zhen replied with a long syllable, which sounded a bit like being coquettish. In order to show Jiang Hengshu that he was not dealing with him, Fu Zhen continued, "I bought a few abdominal muscle wheels, The dumbbells, and the two treadmills, are in the room next to the studio."
Fu Zhen has a leg injury and cannot run, but he can still walk slowly.
Jiang Hengshu nodded, quite satisfied with Fu Zhen's arrangement, "What do you want to eat later?"
"Let's go eat Cantonese food."
When the red light at the intersection turned on, Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen stopped in their tracks. They didn't cross the road holding hands until the green light came on again and the vehicles stopped.
When Fu Zhen crossed the sidewalk and turned his head back, he looked over the rushing traffic and saw Fu Jianchen on the opposite side of the road. Fu Jianchen was standing under a tall street lamp. Under the lamp, his figure was somewhat hunched for some reason. Without the tallness and majesty of the past, Fu Zhen realized in a trance that Fu Jianchen was gradually aging.
But this has nothing to do with him anymore, even if Fu Jianchen gets old, Fu Ting and Tang Wanwan will naturally be by his side.
Fu Zhenxin couldn't restrain a sour emotion. After a long time, he looked away, held Jiang Hengshu's hand tightly, and continued to walk towards the end of the street.
Fu Jianchen was still standing in the dim yellow light, he raised his head, and there were dots of fine snow falling from the sky. He stretched out his hand, and the fine snow particles fell on his fingertips. This was probably the last thing he could see before spring came. It's snowing.
Time seems to coincide with a certain moment in the past at this moment. In those years that Fu Jianchen did not know, Fu Zhen once stood alone on the boundless street, looking up at the sky with fine snow falling, and when the green light came on, he was lonely again. Leave in a daze.
Fu Jianchen watched Fu Zhen's figure go away little by little, and finally completely disappeared from his sight.
The case of the true and false director of "Chunhua Mountain" has officially opened. It is the first time that the judge has judged such a case. You said that the real director is still alive, not dead. How dare you put your own name on a movie? It was sent to the relevant departments for review, and it was successfully screened.
Simply stupid, beyond stupid.
The judge didn't even know how to evaluate Director Zhao Jin.
The case was pronounced on the spot. Zhao Jin compensated Fu Zhen a total of 550 million yuan. After Fu Zhen got the money, he paid some taxes, and Fu Ting paid him in advance when he was filming this "Spring Flower Mountain". He has less than 200 million yuan left on hand, which is enough for Fu Zhen. After updating the "Shazhou Chronicle", there should be a lot left. I can continue my dream and make a movie of other interest.
Tang Wanwan was also paying close attention to this case, and when she learned that Fu Zhen could get more than 500 million yuan in compensation, she was so angry that her fingers were trembling, whether she really had nothing to do with Fu Zhen.
The only thing she has about Fu Zhen now is the accident on the crew two years ago. If Fu Zhen is still unwilling to give her the copyright, she can only make a fuss about this matter.
The servants have long discovered that since Tang Wanwan left Fu's house, the Fu's house has become more and more deserted. They often see Fu Jianchen sitting alone in the living room, playing the videotape he found in the rockery on the TV. , He watched it over and over again, without saying a word from beginning to end.
The light in the living room was not turned on, and the darkness and loneliness gradually wrapped Fu Jianchen into a hard shell of silence. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. He rarely regretted anything in his life. I can't forgive myself for the rest of my life.
There was a document bag on the coffee table in front of him, which contained Jiang Hengshu's information. Only then did Fu Jianchen know that Jiang Hengshu was the sole heir of Hexi Jiang's family. He graduated from university and went abroad to study. He just came back from abroad last year.
Fu Jianchen didn't know how he met Fu Zhen, and he didn't know whether he should be happy to mention Fu Zhen or feel sorry for himself.
The happy thing is that Jiang Hengshu is fully capable of protecting Fu Zhen instead of them, but the sad thing is that Fu Zhen probably really won't need them anymore.
I hope Jiang Hengshu will not make their baby sad again.
What happened to him at that time, Fu Jianchen laughed, with boundless bitterness in his smile, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, just like countless mornings, Fu Zhen sat on the dilapidated sofa in the rented house doing like that.
Tang Wanwan found Fu Ting, hoping that he could help him get the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle from Fu Zhen. However, due to the cold attitude of the Fu family and his son towards him during this period of time, Tang Wanwan took the initiative to ask Fu Ting for help. Explain: "I never did anything to Fu Zhen."
Fu Ting turned his head and turned sideways to Tang Wanwan. He lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Actually, I don't care what you do?"
Tang Wanwan thought that Fu Ting was still on his side, so he couldn't help smiling: "Brother..."
But before she finished speaking, Fu Ting laughed softly, and said to Tang Wanwan, "I just need to see the result."
The pain Fu Zhen suffered was all given by the three of them, and Fu Ting never thought of escaping from this.
Tang Wanwan frowned, "Brother, what happened to you? And Dad... Are you resenting me for Fu Zhen's matter? What did I do wrong? I was the one who was hurt at that time! "
"We hate ourselves even more," Fu Ting said calmly, "Tang Wanwan, please do it yourself."
Tang Wanwan couldn't help feeling resentful, she asked Fu Ting: "Aren't I your real sister? Why do you treat me like this? Didn't you count the past two years?"
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at Tang Wanwan, his eyes were calm and cold, and he said to Tang Wanwan, "No, never."
"Those two years were the two years I regret most in my life."
"We have the same blood on our bodies!" Tang Wanwan shouted at him.
"So what? What does it have to do with me?"
Fu Ting turned around and left here. He was still holding the DNA test that he took home from the hospital, and he hadn't opened it yet.
The author has something to say: I want to tell you that the "Fall in Love at First Kiss: The CEO's Secret Lover" in my copy is not my pre-received article, but the original of this book, and Tang Wanwan is the heroine of this book! ! ! (I always feel like you guys misunderstood something)