Yan Yan hiccupped: "Teacher..."

Jiang Chan said lazily: "I said that he is a determined man, and you are here to worry about gains and losses. I won't comfort you much, and you don't need my comfort now. Wipe your tears, it hurts my eyes. ."

Yan Yan wiped her nose: "Where am I ugly?"

Jiang Chan moved her fingers, and the scene of Yan Yan crying just now appeared in the room. Yan Yan was excited: "Teacher..."

Jiang Chan was uninterested: "If you have something to say, please call me anytime. If he treats you badly..."

Wang Zhimin immediately expressed his loyalty: "Teacher, I will take care of her carefully, and I will never let her be as sad as she is today!"

Jiang Chan snorted and said nothing. Seeing that there was no Jiang Chan in the room, Wang Zhimin finally let go. When he faced Jiang Chan, he was indeed most afraid, after all, he couldn't see the depth of Jiang Chan.

Yan Yan wiped away her tears: "If you have any questions, just ask."

Wang Zhimin was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Suddenly I don't want to ask anything. As long as you stay by my side and don't want to leave me, I don't have that much curiosity about your past."

Seeing Yan Yan staring at him, Wang Zhimin smiled and said, "Those are just the past, but we are fine now. I was just thinking, no wonder you always rejected me back then."

Yan Yan: "At that time, I thought that the farther away from you, the better, but you always stick to it like a piece of brown candy."

Wang Zhimin: "The first time I saw you, I thought you were very familiar. I'm glad we had such a fate, and I'm sad that we didn't cherish it, but I admire your courage to accept me again."

Yan Yan: "After all, I really fell in love with you later, but you always ignored me. Even if you get married, you don't tell me anything. I always feel that the distance between us is very far away. Far, far makes me despair."

"I'm a very vain person. When I was with you, it was because of my impure motives. If it ended, it was my fault." Yan Yan laughed at herself, looking back on the past again, she couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.

"Where are you vain?" Wang Zhimin retorted: "It's just that I got it right when I saw it. You have always been the type I like. It's just that I was too polite at that time and didn't tell you this."

Yan Yan: "You don't know what happened in the past, how do you know what he thinks?"

Wang Zhimin: "Although I have never experienced these things, I know myself. If it wasn't for me willingly, I would not have married you, but I was too proud at that time to have such an ending."

Yan Yan pinched his cuff: "You really don't care? I later..."

Wang Zhimin: "It's a lie to say that you don't care. Of course, it's not that you are married again, but that you are hurt so much. We don't want to think about the past, okay? From today, we will be happy every day?"

Yan Yan pursed her lips and finally smiled. Seeing Yan Yan's smile, Wang Zhimin sighed: "You finally laughed, don't hide it from me in the future. If there is any pain, we will face it together in the future, I hope there are no secrets between us. ."

Yan Yan: "You have hollowed out all my little secrets, and now you know even the biggest secrets. It's you, how much have you hidden?"

Wang Zhimin chuckled: "If you want to know, I will tell you."

After thinking about it, Yan Yan still shook her head: "I don't understand what you said, as long as I know that you are fine and that you are really happy with me, that's enough, and I don't have that much curiosity. "

Wang Zhimin lay on the big bed with her arms around her, and began to settle accounts after the autumn: "Don't say two words apart in the future, you really scared me just now."

Yan Yan arched him: "I won't talk about it in the future, I'm not afraid, don't you care about me?"

Wang Zhimin held her hand: "I can ignore it, but do you have to pay a price?"

Yan Yan understood what he meant in seconds: "You... stinky shameless..."

Wang Zhimin was silent for a while: "The girl you mentioned is your teacher? Is Yanshu her?"

Yan Yan snorted: "Well, there are five scripts written under the pseudonym Yanshu, four movies, and one TV series. These are all the works of the teacher."

"But there are a lot of TV dramas in the name of Yan Yan, and there are almost ten, right?" Wang Zhimin thought about the TV dramas that Yan Yan shot.

Yan Yan scratched her cheeks: "I'm playing a small game, maybe I can't write such a good script in my life. Every time I go up to accept the award, I feel very guilty. It's just that from outsiders, Yan Shu It's me, I'm just Yanshu, but I know it's not."

Wang Zhimin: "You are also very good. Don't you look at the TV dramas you wrote, and they are very good? After all, there are only a few people like teachers."

Yan Yan: "I understand, so I rarely mention Yanshu's name, she is a supreme honor to me. With Yanshu Zhuyu in front, maybe I will never touch a movie script in my life, because I can't surpass it. "

Wang Zhimin: "It's not that easy to write a TV drama script well. You're really good, Yan Yan, you don't need to be too humble."

Yan Yan suddenly sighed: "In the past, the teacher always said that I was a half-bucket of water, just a vase. I didn't expect that talent has become my label now. It's really impermanent."

The two talked in low voices, and the atmosphere in the room was always good. Wang Zhimin's fingers stopped at Yan Yan's neck: "What do we do, the teacher can see?"

Yan Yan glared at him: "I can see it, but the teacher is very disciplined, and she won't read it if she shouldn't. I tell you, don't mess around, we'll have to go to the countryside for a New Year's Eve dinner later."

Wang Zhimin sighed: "You really don't give me a chance, we will get married when we return to the capital?"

Yan Yan: "Are you proposing to me? In such a casual environment?"

Wang Zhimin: "Although the environment is not romantic enough, and I don't have a ring ready, but I'm very eager to marry you, so we'll get married after we go back on the sixth day of the sixth day?"

"When will I supply you with a marriage proposal?"

Yan Yan thought about it and shook her head: "Proposal is a very personal thing, and I don't want to be so grand. As long as your intentions are true, I don't think it matters whether there are those ceremonies."

"If it was before, maybe I would care about these formal things. But after broadening my horizons, I found that those are just icing on the cake, and I don't need them now."