Qin Youle's face collapsed. Song Tingchen's words were really ugly, but he had his reason. If song Tingchen hadn't helped her revise, she couldn't have finished the manuscript at all.

"Are you finished? Are you ready to sleep? " Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle, pursed his lips, and hurriedly looked at his watch.

Qin Youle nodded: "yes. Wait for me to turn off the computer. "

Turn off the computer and help song Tingchen back to bed. The goods stick to her like octopus and sleep with her.

Qin Youle didn't dare to struggle and resist for fear that it would hurt song Tingchen's broken arm.

*****Three days later, in the conference room of a film and television company.

The contract was made in duplicate. After signing and shaking hands, Qin Youle officially signed the contract.

According to the requirements of the producer, Qin Youle began to constantly modify and improve the whole script.

During this period, she has always been inseparable from Song Tingchen. While taking care of song Tingchen, she revised and improved the whole script.

The disadvantage is that song Tingchen is always a tosser with different patterns. The advantage is that song Tingchen is on the side. Even if he tosses her, as long as he casually opens his mouth to give her advice, she can get twice the result with half the effort in modifying and improving the speed and quality of the script.

A month and a half later.

The script is completely completed.

At the project approval meeting, Qin Youle was stunned when he came in and saw the director: "song Tingchen?"

The song Tingchen she had just met in the morning appeared in the conference room she should attend.

"This is the director responsible for preparing the whole play, Mr. Song Tingchen. Screenwriter Qin, please sit down. " The producer enthusiastically introduced. But he didn't forget to wink at Song Tingchen. He was the producer who was called up by song Tingchen to receive the script in the middle of the night. He pitied his girlfriend for making trouble with him for a week.

Throughout the meeting, Qin Youle's mind was misty. She looked at Song Tingchen and listened to his extremely professional ideas. Her mind was blank.

During the break, Qin Youle blocked song Tingchen at the door of the bathroom.

Song Tingchen looked at her and raised her eyebrows: "why, are you going to help me in?"

"Will you help me in private? In fact, you helped me to pass my script. " Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen and felt an unprecedented blow.

"You should have confidence in yourself. Besides, why should I help you? Because you live in my house, or because we sleep together every day. "

"You!" Qin Youle stared, clenched his teeth, squeezed out a scum, turned and left.

"Song Tingchen, I'm not your plaything." Qin Youle suddenly turned back and looked at Song Tingchen very seriously: "song Tingchen, I can tolerate your attack and torture on my life. There is nothing I can do. But you can't keep this playful attitude in my work, you can't! "

Qin Youle almost tears in her eyes. She squeezed her palm tightly and turned away.

Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle's back, closed his eyes and stopped her: "Qin Youle! You know who I am best. If there is no need to start shooting, I won't accept a bad book to damage my reputation. Therefore, the script has passed through your own efforts. If you don't even have this confidence, just because I'm a director and doubt your ability, I advise you to quit this circle as soon as possible. People who are so fragile that they constantly deny themselves are not suitable to be screenwriters. "

With that, he turned and went into the bathroom with a heavy face.

Qin Youle lowered his eyes and held his palm tightly.

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