Heart attack

Chapter 89 Tell her

She seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled, "I see, no wonder you are not shocked at all."

"One of the survival rules of the crew, don't mess with the screenwriter." Tang Hong also didn't bother to show her face, rolled his eyes, "Be careful, I will write you to death."

"How dare you!" Cen Ling knew that it was impossible for her to do this, and her momentum remained undiminished, "How could you change Sheng's script at will."

That's true.Tang Hongyi just wanted to scare Cen Ling, but she didn't expect her to grow brains all of a sudden, but she said everything, so she couldn't show weakness, "I said I can, I can!"

"You fart, you have the ability to say it to Mr. Sheng." Cen Ling put his hands on his hips, turned his head to see the feast, and immediately pointed to it, "Go."

"..."

Of course, it was impossible for Tang Hong to go there. She didn't quite figure out what happened last night and early this morning, so how could she find a feast.

However, Cen Ling didn't intend to let go of the opportunity to humiliate her, so he grabbed her hand and walked towards the feast. Tang Hong was suddenly brought up to the two of them, and felt that his brain was burning again.

Cen Ling said, "Mr. Sheng, I'm Cen Ling who plays the female number three."

Sheng Yan turned his head, nodded lightly, and then turned his gaze to Tang Hongyi, who was sick with his head down, "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course there is." Cen Ling bumped into Tang Hongyi, "She said she can... ummmm!"

Her mouth was tightly covered by Tang Hongyi's small hands, and the sobbing sound was pitiful and desolate. Tang Hongyi grabbed her waist and scolded in a cold voice, "You won, I really can't, I apologize to you."

Her head was always hanging down, so that Sheng Yan couldn't see her expression at this time.

Cen Ling patted her hand, and as soon as Tang Hongyi let go, she took a big breath, "I don't care about your apology, Mr. Sheng, Tang Hongyi said that she can change the script at will, and also said that she would I write to death."

"What did you say?" Feast said.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Tang Hong also felt that he was smiling when he said this.But she didn't have the face to raise her head to make sure, and lowered her posture, "I... said."

A few seconds after the end sound disappeared, she was walking on thin ice like a prisoner on the verdict.

Sheng Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his eyelids, and said in a more commanding tone, "Tang Hong is also the screenwriter of the crew, so it is indeed possible in theory."

"???"

Two pairs of big eyes looked up at him at the same time.

The difference was that Tang Hong was also surprised, and Cen Ling was terrified.

Cen Ling panicked immediately, and kept reviewing what she said just now. This is the female number three she managed to snatch, and it must not end like this. "I'm sorry, I was joking just now, please don't take it seriously, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yan laughed lowly, lowering his eyelids, "This should be said to her."

The development of the plot was not right, but Tang Hongyi didn't care about it anymore. He raised his head and imitated the momentum of a three-point feast, and looked at her with a haughty snort, his face full of complacency.

Cen Ling gritted her teeth, she was very angry, but she still had to lower her head when she was angry, "I'm sorry."

"What did you say?" Tang Hong also planned to report the pile of grievances at once. Anyway, he had someone to back him up and he was not afraid of trouble. "The ears are not flexible when you have a cold."

"You!" Cen Ling suppressed his anger, looked at the feast again, and gritted his teeth, "Yes, no, get up!"

The voice was loud enough that Tang Hongyi was about to taunt, but when Sheng Yan looked over, she was relieved, "Ahem, well, I barely forgive you."

Cen Ling stomped her feet angrily, looked at the eyes of the people around her, and walked away in shame.

The troublemakers left, and the people who had gathered to watch the theater slipped away. The surroundings of the studio were not quiet, the iron pieces of the decoration were still humming, and the heartbeat was also humming.

Tang Hong also knew that it was his own heartbeat, one heavy and one light, intersecting and mixing together.

　Feast: Overbearing to protect his wife, apologize to her.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)