Xia Changyue bit her lips in chagrin.

If he knew that today's play was adapted from their love experience, would he ask her for the copyright fee?

Copyright fee is the second, in case he gets angry

Thinking of the look in his eyes, Xia Changyue's heart pounded. She didn't dare to follow him. She had to hide by the camera and pretend to be dead.

But she tried to pretend to be dead, but someone wouldn't let her.

"Xia scriptwriter, Chi Shao said that the scene just now was not very clear to him. Let you go and explain it to him." Jin tezhu quickly walked towards Xia Changyue, respectfully reminding him.

“……” Xia Changyue's heart thumped.

He did see it.

Holding the mood of death like home, Xia Changyue stretched out his hand to pull the coat on his body, crossed Jin tezhu, and walked towards the rest shed.

The temporary rest shed is better than the shooting base of the crew.

The rest room here has only a few chairs and a small table with fruit trays and tea.

Yan Chengchi is comparable to the super model's body, so he sits firmly in the chair. His long legs overlap lazily. Looking from afar, it seems that the chair is particularly small.

Hearing the footsteps, Yan Chengchi looked up at her.

Deep black eyes, such as fire, staring at her small face, the corners of the mouth hook up a trace of palpitating arc.

Xia Ma just wants to see her back.

"Xia scriptwriter, come and have a seat. Chi Shao likes the play just now and wants you to tell him about your creative inspiration."

“……” Hearing the director's words, Xia Changyue couldn't walk any more.

She was inspired by people who sat there to listen to stories

"I remember the director has something to do? It's enough for Xia to tell me the script. You're busy. " Yan Chengchi picked up the tea cup on the table and opened his lips carelessly.

"Then I'll go out first." The director stood up without saying a word. When he came to the door, he did not forget to remind Xia Changyue not to neglect Yan Chengchi.

Xia Changyue could not get out of the tiger, so she had to go in.

Looking at Yan Chengchi's expressionless handsome face, she could not guess what he was thinking.

Can't she really tell him the inspiration of creation?

"I thought you should have something to explain to me." Yan Chengchi's long finger rubbed the rim of the cup, and his thin lips opened slightly.

“……” It's over. He really came to set up a teacher and make a crime!

Xia Changyue's eyebrows were burning with anxiety.

Explain, how to explain?

If she apologized directly, would she not have died so miserably?

But they fall in love, it is not his own thing, she adapted her own experience into a story, and also did not name, why apologize to him?

"I don't know what to say?" Yan Chengchi slowly put down his overlapping legs and stood up.

Wei An's body, step forward, narrow breath, immediately shrouded in Xia Changyue's petite body.

Her courage, which she had been brewing so hard, disappeared in an instant.

"No, it's just a play. What do you want me to say?"

"A play?" Yan Chengchi's eyes sank. He held her small chin, lowered his head to her ear and gnashed his teeth, "our past is just a play in your eyes? Then tell me, when you wrote this play, who was the person in your mind? "

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