The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Xinya also looked at Mei Xinlin with anticipation. After all, she really wanted Mei Xinlin to be a screenwriter.

Mei Xinlin was still a little worried that it was best to copy her own work, but she had never learned to write a script and was just a writer who was a half-way monk.

Authors like them basically start writing because they like to write, not as professional as traditional authors.

"This, I might have to discuss with my editor." After all, the copyright of film and television is sold by the editor.

"Of course, our people will negotiate, and now mainly depends on Teacher Mei's ideas." Ye Cong said again.

"Can Teacher Mei?" Xinya couldn't help saying.

"Of course I would be very happy, who doesn't want to dress up for their own children." Mei Xinlin said with a smile, but still did not say a certain thing.

Ye Cong and Xinya did n’t stay here for long, because Mei Xinlin could n’t make up his mind, but just before leaving, Ye Cong still asked Mei Xinlin to keep secret of today ’s affairs. Don't tell others.

Mei Xinlin thought of the buzzing news recently, and naturally nodded in agreement.

Ye Cong took the sprout away, and when he entered the elevator, Sprout didn't know what to say. Ye Cong patted it directly on the forehead and pushed the elevator.

"You can't save me some face in front of my idol?" Xinya entered the elevator and rubbed his head to look up at a man who didn't give her a face.

Ye Cong sneered and reached out to turn off the elevator. "Do you still know what face is?"

Mei Xinlin stared at the door and looked at the people who disappeared in the elevator. The two people's cp started to **** from now on.

Until I went downstairs, Xinya was still excited, instinctively held Ye Cong's arm, and looked up at Ye Cong with a smile, "Boss, you are so nice." After Xinya finished, Ye Cong's eyes were found. It fell on her hand.

Sprout lowered his head, and in a second, as if frightened, suddenly withdrew his hand, and carefully helped him to sort out his sleeves and raised his head to give Ye Cong a smirk.

Ye Congpi smiled, but turned to the car.

Xinya hurriedly pulled the door and followed, "Boss, I will learn to drive when I go back, and I will be your driver."

"Want to take me as a street killer?" Ye Cong sneered, not giving her a face.

In his life, Ye Cong had worked as a driver for two women, one Ye Yuwei and one woman, but the woman didn't know any good.

Sprout: "..."

Forget it, it looks good today, and I don't know this man in general.

"You said, would Teacher Mei agree?" After Xinya fastened her seat belt, she looked at Ye Cong who started the car to leave.

"How do I know?" Ye Cong said, glancing down at the time. This place is further north than City B, so the temperature is basically around minus twenty. If you can't go out, don't go out.

But there is a famous scenic spot in winter because of the open-air hot springs inside.

So Ye Cong planned before he came, and staying here for three days really needed them to meet Mei Xinlin, that is, this morning, the rest of the time still mainly wanted to bring new shoots out to relax.

The Sprout phone was just confiscated by Ye Cong just after it was taken out. Sprout slightly curled his lips and looked up at Ye Cong, "Where to go?"

"Find a place to sell you." Ye Cong put the phone in his pocket and continued driving.

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