Chapter 17

As Beiming nodded, Xu Nianhua immediately asked everyone to leave the restaurant and go to their literature society.

All the way, she wanted to stay away from this man, but Xu Nianhua and the vice president intentionally let her walk beside Beiming night.

As for the northern night, although he didn't speak, his face was not ugly. At least it wasn't as cold as when his name didn't come at noon.

Walking, that big palm don't know how to do, embrace in name can waist, once embrace her in the arms.

Mingke was so scared that he stopped immediately. Beiming night suddenly loosened her arm and patted her around her waist. A smile came from the corner of her lip: "your clothes are dirty."

It seems that I'm just helping her to take pictures of the dirty things on her clothes instead of going to hold her.

However, just now he did not embrace the name, but he naturally very clear.

The man gave her a strong hug just now, but now he has taken back his long arm. It seems that she is making a fuss about it.

In addition, Xu Nianhua and they walked beside her, and everyone was happy to see her get along with Beiming night. Who would like to stand out for her?

All the way back to the club, Beiming night in the crowd into the lounge, sofa is a little small, for his nearly 1.9 meters tall, sitting like sitting on a child's toy.

Xu immediately moved out of the place where he had left his two short legs and finally put them in.

Xiao Xiang immediately made tea for him and asked Mingke to serve it to him personally.

Beiming night after just a taste, then put the cup down, eyes fall on Xu Nianhua.

Xu Nianhua immediately accompanied him with a smile and welcomed him: "is Mr. Beiming tired? If your husband is tired, you'd better have a rest here first. We'll talk about it when he's done

In fact, he would like to start discussing with him now, but he also knows that haste makes failure.

With a wave, the vice president and Xiao Xiang immediately understood and walked out quietly.

Mingke also wanted to go out, but Xu Nianhua looked at her and said with a smile, "Mr. Beiming may not know much about the plot. Coco, please stay here and explain it to him."

Mingke looks at him and looks back at Beiming night, but he doesn't know when he took the script handed over by Yitang. He looks at it carefully. It seems that he really takes it seriously.

If she had not experienced his persecution for several times, she would have thought that all the man's thoughts were on the script now.

However, why is she suspicious in her heart? She always thinks that this man's mind will never be so simple?

However, she has no chance to think more. Xu Nianhua glances at her, gives her a hint, and then greets Yi Tang and leaves the lounge.

When the door of the rest room was closed, Mingke was startled. He subconsciously took two steps to the door, but behind him came the voice of Beiming night: "the plot is still good, but there is not even a bed play from the beginning to the end. In the current film industry atmosphere, there is no excitement at all. What do you take to attract the audience?"

"I..." Mingke was startled by his voice. Thinking about his question, he subconsciously replied: "we are students after all, not suitable for..."

"Is your budget audience also students?" Beiming night threw down the script and leaned on the back of the sofa, looking at her embarrassed face: "Dongling is a place that values commerce over culture. How many students are there in Dongling? Maybe your movie can be sold to the whole oriental international, but if you can't even do Dongling well, I don't think I need to invest. "

"No..."

"If Empire group wants to invest in the film and television industry, a very important part of the reason is that it wants to do some publicity. If your audience is only students, it is not suitable for us at all." His voice grew deeper and more indifferent.

When he talks about serious business and no longer persecutes her, Mingke has to admit that this man is really attractive.

She went back to the tea table, sat down on the chair and explained, "this film is not only suitable for students, but also for other people, especially lovers."

"But I don't see anything eye-catching in the script." He picked his eyebrows and tapped unconsciously with his long finger on the armrest of the sofa.

Mingke noticed his subtle action and remembered that he liked holding cigars with his two long fingers. I don't know if this man is addicted to smoking.

After a moment's hesitation, she finally got up and went to the cabinet. She found an ashtray, which she usually used to entertain guests, and respectfully put it on the short table beside the sofa.

Beiming night's eyes swept from the ashtray, and finally fell back to her, rose lip slightly Yang: "you are not afraid of being choked by me?"

She shook her head and sat far enough to be afraid.

But Beiming night didn't light up the cigar, just looked at her, and the meaning of her eyes was not clear.

When she doesn't speak, Mingke always feels that this man is extremely dangerous, so she prefers to continue talking with him: "well, how does Mr. Beiming think the script needs to be modified to achieve the effect you want?""Are you luring me in?" It turns out that this girl is not only good-looking, but also afraid of him. Sometimes she has some skills in speaking.

Mingke pursed his thin lips. He saw through his mind. He could only blush his little face and continue to say: "it's OK to add a little passion drama, but I don't know if Mr. Beiming has any good suggestions? I remember what my husband said just now. The story itself is not bad. "

"It's good." He picked up the script again and turned to one of the pages: "here, if you can ask the princess and the general to do something and make some beautiful pictures for advertising, the effect should be better."

He just said "here", but did not say a few paragraphs. Mingke couldn't help but slightly poked her head. She didn't know which scene he was referring to.

Beiming night's eyes still swept over the script: "you see, the time, the location, the people and the men and women in this play, if they don't do something, are they too sorry for the audience?"

Mingke could not help but stand up and approached him two steps: "Mr. refers to..."

"I mean, that's it."

Mingke is in his sight. Before he has time to understand what his smile represents, he has grasped her wrist and pulled her to his knees.

"Ah She screamed in a low voice and tried to get up from his leg in a hurry, but his long arm fell on her back waist. Although he did nothing, he had locked her in his leg and locked her to death.

"Let go..."

"Do you want them to come in and see us now?" It's really pleasant to be such a gullible little fellow. His eyes are bright and his slender fingers are gently across her slender willow waist, and he even pokes in from the bottom of her coat