“Okay, I used some force.” Wei Qingfeng admitted.
Shui Lingyu simply ignored him and turned around and looked out the window.
Wei Qingfeng stopped messing with her, started the car and left quickly.
Back in the city, the two chose a place to enjoy a dinner. The atmosphere was pretty good, and Wei Qingfeng felt even more happy.
The closer I get, the more I want to tie Shui Lingyu home.
He felt that Shui Lingyu not only stayed in his heart, but also supported his chest and swelled up.
When she took her back to the apartment, Shui Lingyu said, “I’m home, do you still have to continue sending it in?”
“If you want to, it’s okay to send it to the room.”
Shui Lingyu was speechless.
Wei Qingfeng stopped teasing her and said, “I heard that Xingchen’s screenwriter is not very good, should I do it?”
This is true. A work wasted time and energy. In the end, the work was not bad, but it was one section away from the hot drama.
And there are not only one screenwriter now, two or three screenwriters go to complete their works.
Shui Lingyu remembered that when Wei Qingfeng was there, no one dared to touch his works. There was even an actor who liked to modify scripts and no one dared to touch his works when he heard that it was Hei Shouxiang’s works.
If there is a good screenwriter, who doesn’t like it and Shui Lingyu is still the boss, he is more willing.
But she knew why Wei Qingfeng did this, so she did not immediately express it.
“You didn’t take over the family’s business, how could you have time to write,” said Shui Lingyu.
“Writing things is completely the only interest for me. If my father hadn’t had only my son, you thought I wanted to go back and you didn’t have to worry that I didn’t have enough time. The script had been half written. I’ll send it to your email address in the evening. If it doesn’t work, I’ll write it again.”
“You’ve written halfway through it.” Shui Lingyu was surprised.
“It’s just a matter of raising hands.”