Yan Shuguang finished reading the text, and the heavy pressure on her heart lingered, "this mentally incomplete man is so bitter, why can't he have a good ending?"

"What the film wants to express is the world of human nature and injustice." Song and Ming seek Tao.

After looking at Yan Shu, song Mingxun said, "sister, if you have any ideas, you can say it."

Yan Shu hesitated for a moment and told Song Ming his idea. "He had no parents since childhood, and he was deaf in one ear. Even if he was mentally incomplete, he was always full of sunshine, as if I met you on the road that day."

"You are very happy to pick up an apple from the garbage can. You need help, but when no one helps you, you are still very happy."

"Such an optimistic poor man, if he finally dies, will only make people feel very sad."

Song Mingxun listened quietly.

Then he put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the script and read it from beginning to end.

Yan Shu's words made him have a new interpretation of this role, and even he had a perfect ending in his mind, and immediately took a pen to write it down.

He handed the revised ending to Yan Shu, "do you think it's appropriate?"

Yan Shu glanced at the lines and looked at Song Mingxun in surprise, "you're too good. I'll say a few words, and you can change the ending so well."

"But isn't it a screenwriter's job to change the script?" Yan Shu said, "if you mess like this, will the director?"

Song Mingxun laughed, "this ending is the best, and they will agree! If I don't agree, I'll turn myself into the largest investor, and they can't agree or not."

Yan Shu, "..."

"Sister, you are really my muse of inspiration." Song Ming looked for Yan Shu and said with a smile, "just chatting with you, I know how to write my new song."

In his beautiful eyes, his naked enthusiasm was undisguised, "sister, I like you so much."

"I want to be your boyfriend."

Rao is Yan Shu. No matter how calm she is, she is also frightened by his bold and enthusiastic appearance, and almost falls off the chair.

"I don't like you." Yan Shu clearly refused.

"It doesn't matter. I can chase you until my sister agrees." Song Mingxun put his powerful arm on Yan Shu's chair, close to her.

The strong hormones and enthusiasm on his body pounced on Yan Shu like a net.

Song Mingxun said in a bewitched voice, "sister, I'm young and good-looking. Whether it's body or physical strength, you like sticky, clever, I have."

"I like my sister so much. I like to eat the dishes cooked by my sister. I want to hold my sister and watch the sunrise..."

"Song Mingxun, enough." Yan Shu interrupted him.

She pushed the chair back, forcing the young man's hand to release from the chair and pulling the distance between them.

Yan Shu's face was cold and flat. "I cooked for you to thank you for the seasoning you sent me before. I've always regarded you as a friend. Don't say these words again in the future."

"I like you, can't I say it?" Song Ming looked at his eyelashes and looked a little pitiful, "sister, don't you need a boyfriend?"

"No need."

"Can't you try with me... Sister..." song Mingxun knelt in front of her on one knee, his eyes wet and beautiful, with a bit fragile.

Yan Shu said, "No. I'm not for you, and you're not for me."

"You rest."

She was simply afraid of song Mingxun, for fear that he would say something fierce, and turned around and hurried away.