Wenshan was satisfied and continued to eat with a smile.
After the two of them had eaten, the lanterns were already starting to light up outside.
In early November, City B had already entered the early winter. Wenshan was afraid of the cold, so she wore thick clothes early.
Nalan Chunbo put her cold little hands into his pocket, and then took her back to school.
"Brother Gu is a strict person. I don't think he will allow the theory of a black hole in balanced space to appear in your script." Wenshan still insisted on her idea.
"Does Spider-Man exist? Does King Kong exist? Does Black Panther exist? There are many things in American blockbusters that really exist in this world, but they still filmed them, and the effect is very good." Nalan Chunbo looked down at Wen Shan , asked rationally.
Wenshan rolled her eyes, okay, she had no way to refute this.
The two of them crossed the road and were still discussing the issue of balancing space when Wenshan's cell phone suddenly rang. Wenshan hurriedly took out her hand and took out the cell phone.
"Lotte—"
"Fanzi, where are you? Come to my house quickly. I'm so annoyed by reporters at my door." Lotte's impatient voice came over before Wenshan could finish her words.
Wenshan raised her head and looked at Nalan Chunbo, who was waiting for her to finish the call, "Lotte said that reporters were blocking her doorstep and asked me to go over and rescue her now."
How could Ding Junqi's direct guidance not be blocked? So what did Ding Junqi mean
Lotte stared at the knock on the door that kept ringing, and complained to the property management company, but it still hasn't come yet.
Letian was annoyed and found Ding Junqi's phone number and called her directly. This number was given to her by Ding Junqi because she was Ding Yue's tutor.
The phone was picked up after three rings. The man's voice was calm, and she could even imagine the expression on his face.
"Mr. Ding, what do you mean?" Letian said angrily.
Ding Junqi was also watching the news at the moment. The little devil Ding Yuejian was waiting for an opportunity to run away from home. Unfortunately, his father was always watching him.
"Teacher Le may not understand. If you are like us, the greater the exposure, the more valuable it will be. Especially for me, the most talked about person is Yue Gao's mother. After all, everyone likes money." Ding Junqi's voice was calm, and she leaned on the sofa and looked at her son who was sitting on his small suitcase and glaring at him. His eyes were so deep that it was hard to tell anything.
Letian felt that Ding Junqi was satirizing her, and the irony was obvious.
"Everyone loves money, but you also have to be polite when you love money. I'm not from your circle, so why does Mr. Ding need to make me popular?" Letian said through gritted teeth.
"Demeanor?" Ding Junqi twirled a ring in his hand. Because of the two people, the irony on their faces became more and more intense, "One of them can't even..."
"Ding Junqi, take me to Lotte, hurry up, or I won't want you as my father." Ding Yuega threw down his small suitcase, climbed directly on top of Ding Junqi, and snatched his mobile phone away. There was determination on his face.
Ding Junqi looked at the phone that was hung up, but he didn't feel angry.
Letian frowned and looked at the phone in his hand. What was he going to say
Ding Junqi allowed her son to do whatever he wanted, and his leaning body looked a little evil, "She doesn't want you anymore, why are you looking for her?"