Yes! We are not from the same generation, so there is a generation gap in communication.
Wu Qiao wanted to cry but had no tears. He glanced at the children in the glass house and sighed inwardly.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the children went to bed and Chen Jingang finally had time to be intimate with his wife.
Looking at his wife holding the script with a melancholy look on her face, Chen Jingang sat on the edge of the bed and wiped his hair.
"What's wrong?"
"After returning from abroad, I will join the group again."
That ancient costume suspense TV series had a very high viewership rating. Although it had only a few episodes, the audience response was particularly good.
It is not even limited to young people. Many people in their thirties and forties also like to watch this kind of TV series.
The TV station has already discussed with Irene when the filming of the sequel can begin.
They will buy the whole film at a high price.
But now, let alone a sequel, the script has been overturned twice by Wu Qiao.
The original writing was quite good, but after Chen Jingtong read it, he found many loopholes.
Wu Qiao felt that his knowledge of history was somewhat shallow, so with the help of his elder sister-in-law, he revised it again and again.
This is now the third revision.
However, due to the relatively large changes, many plots look very awkward.
Wu Qiao was worried.
If the script is not finalized, everything else is just nonsense.
"That's not a good thing. Why do you have that expression?"
Chen Jingang raised his hand and pinched the little woman's face, which was smooth and elastic.
I couldn't bear to let go.
Wu Qiao leaned on the other person's shoulder.
"This script is not easy to write. The starting point of the first part was too high, and the second part can't have too many loopholes."
It is really difficult to make a sequel that is better than the previous one.
Wu Qiao doesn't want the TV series produced by Xinghai to be constantly criticized.
"Ah...husband, why don't you help me write it."
Wu Qiao hugged her man's arm and acted like a spoiled child unreasonably.
"I can't, but I can introduce someone to you."
Hearing this, Wu Qiao raised his head instantly, his eyes blinking brightly.
"Who is it? Who is it?"
You know that whenever your man opens his mouth, he will definitely have a big trick up his sleeve.
"What's the reward?"
Chen Jingang smiled slightly and tapped the girl's forehead. "Every time you ask for something from me, you don't give me anything in return. I always make a profit, and I feel unbalanced."
Reward! There's even a reward!
"Mr. Chen, I'm a living person here, what else do you want? Isn't everything yours?"
Hearing this, Chen Jingang looked the little woman up and down.
It seems that that face has never changed since we met.
The only thing that has changed is the eyes. He has a young face, but his eyes are filled with a pair of vicissitudes of life.
"Yes, you are all mine, what reward do I need?
Accompany me somewhere tomorrow."
After the matter was resolved, Wu Qiao suddenly felt that the burden in his heart was lifted, and his whole body was shining with a heart-warming light.
Suddenly, he raised his arm, put his arm around the other person's shoulders, and raised his eyebrows proudly.
"Mr. Ang, when will I receive the gifts?"
"Can't wait?"
Chen Jingang turned off the lights and continued to sleepless all night.
The next day, Wu Qiao did not sleep until noon.
It is said that one cannot sleep if one has something on his mind, and she successfully interpreted this statement.
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, but I woke up with dark circles under my eyes.
Looking at the man still sleeping beside him, Wu Qiao got up and went to the bathroom.
When it was just daybreak, the two of them rested.
But I only slept for less than four hours.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she took out the skin care products prepared by Chaoyang and rubbed them under her eyes.
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