Fu Hanzheng was surprised that he did not return to his mind for a while.

"You said What? "

Gu Weiwei said with a smile.

"I said, wait for my twentieth birthday, let's get married."

Recently, there should be news about what Shifu does.

Fu Hanzheng will soon know that Gu Weiwei is dead, and she can start a new life at ease.

Fu Hanzheng's thin lips slowly aroused the happy smile, "OK."

There is still half a year to go until her twentieth birthday.

However, compared with her previous avoidance of their marriage, she finally gave him a definite time.

Just, I suddenly feel that this half year is a little long.

Gu Weiwei clasps his hand and looks at the lively wedding scene in the church. Her eyes are full of envy.

Fu Hanzheng looked at her and said, "do you want to marry a church?"

"As long as I marry you, I can marry anywhere." Gu Weiwei laughs.

Fu Hanzheng eyes smile gently, listen to her so said, stopped.

"You tease me again, and go back to knot now."

Gu Weiwei mischievous tiptoe, toward his lips is a Acer.

"Fu Hanzheng, how can you make me like you so much?"

Fu Hanzheng chuckled, "why not?"

Gu Weiwei plunged into his arms and whispered.

"Give me so much sweetness, and I will not suffer."

Fu Hanzheng lowered his head and kissed the soft hair on her head. "You don't need to suffer any more."

His woman, of course, should hold her hands in her heart and spoil her heart. How can she suffer.

They took a walk in the streets of Zurich, but Xu Qian called and urged them to return to the airport reluctantly.

After returning from Zurich, Fu Hanzheng's business trip ended, but Gu Weiwei's work began again.

Once back home, he and Fu Shiyi went to meet Yan Hong, the writer who wrote the script for their new film.

Yan Hong is a writer of relatively small literature, who is best at analyzing human nature in his works.

In her years of studying films for the dream of eternal life, she also knew that she could really play moving films, which were all about human nature.

So she needs such a writer to help them finish the play.

Previously, Yan Hong had sent them a draft of the script. Although there were still some flaws, she was satisfied with the big idea and intention.

As soon as I met him, Fu Shiyi took off his sunglasses directly.

"There are too few characters in this script, and the scene is not big enough. How can we get the effect of big scene production..."

Gu Weiwei glanced at him sideways and Fu Shiyi closed his mouth angrily.

"Then You say, I shut up. "

"I'm satisfied with the idea of the script, but there are still some areas to be revised." Gu Weiwei said, handed over the script, "my opinion is written in it."

Fu Shiyi listened and looked at her unbelievably.

"No, there are really too few characters in the play, and they are all small people, and there are very few scenes."

He's never seen a script like this. It's not attractive enough.

"A really good play doesn't care about the number of characters and scenes, but how big the script and actors can perform."

Now there are too many big productions and big scenes in the movie circle. It's easy to make big productions that burn money so that the audience can't understand what to say.

So, what she needs is a small cost type that no one has ever photographed.

Fu Shiyi scratched his ears, which seemed to make sense.

After that, Gu Weiwei and Yan Hong talked about the direction of the script modification, and Fu Shiyi couldn't get in at all.

Yan Hong thought she was just an actress who made a roll call and wanted to lead a movie by herself.

But I didn't expect that she would take the script so seriously and put forward so many ideas that he didn't think of.

Is this really an actor who is only nineteen years old?