Chapter 892

After the final discussion, the three decided that Qiao Ya would be responsible for the design, Liao Huanyan and other employees of the studio would be responsible for the layout and props of the activity site, and Jian Haixi would be responsible for the script.

Finally, when she left the studio, Jian Haixi looked like a wilted cabbage, drooping his eyebrows and eyes, looking at flowers and plants, street lamps and garbage cans, as if they were making fun of themselves and taking another job.

Qiao Ya was very excited. She shook her bag with one hand and stepped on the stone brick with high heels. She was stunned and stepped into the beat of the song humming in her mouth.

She glanced at the listless Jian Haixi, took her shoulder and walked forward, smiling like winning the grand prize: "good sister, it's up to you to write the script quickly. I rely on the role to design."

Jian Haixi opened his mouth and finally could only sigh helplessly: "what else can I say?"

I have to finish my own sin on my knees.

After she separated from Qiaoya, Jane Haixi went straight home, because Qiaoya urged her to go home and write the script, so she sent herself to drive her back directly.

Jian Haixi felt her head was swollen. She didn't think the company would make her so worried, but she was a layman who couldn't even touch the door now. Where did she start

When she opened the door of the study, Jane Haixi sighed and threw herself into the chair. The bright light on her head hit the desk. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her mind ran rapidly.

She doesn't know much about script killing, but fortunately Mikel took her to play several times, so she knows about the process.

Jian Haixi turned on the computer and began to check the data. While dragging over a piece of paper to take notes, although the new copy of the map is unfamiliar and strange, it is difficult to type, but since it has been decided, we have to take it anyway.

At the dawn of the lantern, Ning Jiwei came back from Mo's house. As soon as he stepped into the house, he asked aunt LAN, "where's Haixi?"

"In the study, I've been bored all afternoon." Moran stood at the door, frowning with Sichuan characters. "Young lady sighed after she came back from outside, as if it was for work."

For work?

Ning Jiwei changed his shoes and felt strange. Isn't Ru very good recently? I haven't heard of anything else to deal with

"When I delivered tea to Mrs. Shao, I advised Mrs. Shao twice to have a rest, but she only verbally promised, and her eyes didn't move away from the computer." Moran said anxiously, "if this is always the case, don't you see your eyes broken?"

In the past two years, she got along with Jian Haixi. Although she always regarded herself as a nanny, Jian Haixi never regarded her as a nanny. She really regarded her as her aunt.

So in her eyes, Jane Haixi is like a young generation who doesn't know how to take care of herself. When she meets such a thing, she has to nag a few more words.

Ning Jiwei smiled, changed his slippers and said to Moran, "I know aunt LAN, I'll go to the study to see her now."

After entering the study, the originally spacious and clean desk is now full of books and messy white paper. Jian Haixi is writing hard behind the book. When he hears the door ring, he doesn't even lift his head: "aunt LAN, I'll eat after reading this, soon."

Ning Jiwei looked sideways. There was a plate of fruit and a cup of tea on the small table in front of the sofa. The tea was already cool.

He stepped forward and saw that the piles of messy books were all fairy tale books for Jane Rui to tell her bedtime story. On those messy papers, good-looking handwriting wrote scattered sentences, like a flash of inspiration and some essays.

"Wife, what are you doing?" Ning Jiwei put his hand on the back of her chair and asked with a smile. No matter how busy the company was in the past, he had never seen her in this state.

Jian Haixi looked up at him at the sound. His eyes suddenly lit up as if he saw the Savior. Ning Jiwei was stunned.

"Husband, help..."

Jian Haixi looked at him bitterly, wrinkled his small face and stretched out his hand to hug his waist.

"What's the matter?" Ning Jiwei fondly touched her hair. His wife is too strong. It's rare to rely on him.

Jian Haixi spoke wrongfully about what he discussed with Qiao Ya and Liao Huanyan today.

Ning Jiwei listened carefully, nodded and said with a smile, "well... The idea is good, but if you want to hold a large-scale event, the script will have to work hard."

After all, for such activities, a good script is the soul and core.

"Yes." Jian Haixi nodded with his lips, frowned tightly and shook Ning Jiwei. "Husband, please help me find a way. I really don't want to write a script."

She has been sitting all afternoon and still has no inspiration at all, but she still has time to work and has a lot of things to do.

Ning Jiwei raised his eyebrows slightly, touched his chin and said, "I'm busy. I can help, but what's the advantage?"

Jian Haixi's eyes brightened, knowing that he said so, there was already a way.

"You can do whatever you want." Jian Haixi promised. She would do anything as long as she could get rid of the script for the time being.

Ning Jiwei looked at her bright eyes. The stars twinkled inside. He couldn't help but spoil her and whispered a smile, gently touched the tip of her nose and said, "how about a kiss from the beauty?"

How could he care what she wanted?

All he had in his life was to give her happiness. In addition, he wanted nothing else in his life.

"What's the difficulty?" Jane Haixi turned her eyes, smiled and hugged his neck to let him bend down and close to herself. Before he was completely close, she suddenly got up, kissed his lip flap and said softly, "husband, you're very kind."

"Of course." Ning Jiwei leaned against her forehead and opened his mouth with deep meaning, "not only her husband but also her son."

"Ah?" Jane Haixi was stunned.

Ning Jiwei picked her up, sat herself in a chair, put her on her lap and said with a smile, "isn't it a script? Just let Yiyi do it?"

Jian Haixi blinked and looked at him strangely: "husband, you're too a profiteer, aren't you? Yiyi and they can help you find the address of the sketch."

Now the children go to school normally every day. They have to train after school. After training, they have to help check the address. Now Ning Jiwei even asked her to give them the script. It's too... Dark.

Ning Jiwei didn't squeeze his son's consciousness at all. He smiled and said, "I'm a businessman, and the address thing is almost over."

"But..." Jian Haixi hesitated. She was a good parent and couldn't bear to let the children be so tired.

Ning Jiwei kneaded her hand, hesitated and said, "why don't you tell them about it. If they are interested, they can do it. If they are not interested, how about it?"

Jane Haixi looked at him suspiciously. Although it seemed fair, she... Looked down and said, "they are so busy that how can they still want to write a script?"

"That's not necessarily true," Ning Jiwei said with a smile.