The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"Which one?"

"The only ancient script," An Xiaomen said after thinking. "I don't think this ancient work was written by a famous author, right?"

"Yes." Jing Tian nodded. "The reason why I gave you to watch is because it is not a pure ancient drama. The subject matter is novel and the plot is very interesting. Although the author who wrote this work is not a famous author, he also Not a newcomer, with some writing experience, this novel is quite popular on the Internet. "

An Xiaomen asked, "How about you measure, how many months will it take to film this?"

"The show etiquette and clothes are more sophisticated. I don't think I can get it in three months, about half a year."

She thought so too, An Xiaolim asked Lin Mingxi, "Have you read the original?"

"I have read the original books of these books, and my thoughts are the same as you, and I think this ancient script is the brightest." She confessed, "The most important thing is that the actor's business is a top priority.

An Xiaomen agreed, "focus on the actors who are close to the characters in the play."

"Then we have set this costume book?" Jing Tian confirmed again.

"Well, that's it. You can find a screenwriter to organize the script. I will talk about the actors later."

Jing Tian nodded, waiting for him to leave.

Lin Mingxi leaned against the sofa. "I found a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"You and I want to do a lot of things, we are actually a kind of people."

"Obviously ..." An Xiaomen said with a smile, "You're better off than me."

"Why do you see that?" Lin Mingxi didn't think her life was better than her.

"I was born in a rich family. Although I am not in harmony with my sister, I have nothing to say about my relationship with my parents. After a good education, now my marriage is stable and happy, is n’t it better than my life?"

"But he doesn't love me." Lin Mingxi smiled lightly. "Until now, no one except my parents has loved me. How dare you compare with me?"

An Xiaomeng stared at her, "No one loves you better than me. I don't even love myself, who is worse?"

"Why don't I see that you don't love yourself."

"If you truly love yourself, will you be hurt again and again?" An Xiaomen shook her head. "If you truly love yourself, you must protect yourself well, not only not physically harmed. It ca n’t be spiritually, and no one can hurt. This is to love myself. I love the physical life very much. It does n’t seem to be perfect in spirit. ”

"I can see it." Lin Mingxi paused slightly. "It's hard for you to deliver all the sincerity to a man now."

"I'm not 17 or 8 years old anymore." She didn't care. "Even with whom in the future, there can be no unreserved style."

"Boss, that guy is calling again!"

An Xiaolim reached out to answer the phone, "Hey."

"..."

"Okay."

"..."

"Well, see you later." She hung up and wore shoes.

"Who's calling?"

"Friend." An Xiaomen ran upstairs, changed her clothes, and carried a bag in her hand.

"Is your blind date?"

"It's him." An Xiaojing said with a smile. "We are friends now, but I think others are very good and look very self-cultivation. I am thinking. If I find that he is really good after a long time, I will consider staying with him. Try it. "

"I thought you had no expectation of marriage at all."

There was a radian in the corner of her mouth. "It is true that there is no expectation for marriage at all, but people always have a companion when they are alive. They cannot even lose the ability to think about love. That is too pathetic. Giving others a chance is also a chance for themselves. What's the point of staying alive and not looking forward? "

She drove away and left Mingqiao District with Lin Mingxi.

Come to the gate of a theater in the city center as scheduled, and park your car.

An Xiaomen walked towards the door with a small step in his jacket pocket around his scarf.

A glass door separates it from spring and winter.

It was cold on the outside, and warm on the inside.

A glimpse of a slender back, An Xiaomen carried the bag forward and patted his shoulder gently, "Hi."

"You here?" He turned, holding two cups of hot coffee in his hand, and handed her a cup. "Hot."

"Thank you."

"It's almost open, let's go in."

She nodded and went in with him.

The movie is a literary film, and the occupancy rate is not very high.

While the movie has not yet begun, the two talked in a low voice while drinking coffee. An Xiaomen found that no matter what topic he was talking about, he could cope with it and chat with him. It was easy and there was no embarrassment. feel.

This is hard to come by.

It's like an old friend.

Although they just met for a few days.

When the movie starts, An Xiaomen always feels that he has been looking at himself.

As if he were a prey, the hunter who had a gun aimed.

Her gaze was too hot, she followed her position, and looked at the dim viewing seat from left to right, and found no one watching her at all.

Is she suspicious?

An Xiaomen stared straight ahead. When the sensational place in the film was played, the unforgettable kiss between the male and female protagonists on the big screen. After the ship scene, her eyes would be shifted elsewhere, but the man beside him would still be straight. Sitting there.

She glanced at him secretly, and found that the thirty-two-year-old major looked unnatural but tried hard to restrain.

"Isn't it a literary film?"

He embarrassedly touched his nose and replied, "That said, isn't it a literary film?"

In the end, there was no plot beyond which the two could not explain, except for the only boat show.

Towards the end, An Xiaomen inadvertently glanced back, and this was the glance that brought all her ease of watching the movie to nothing.

This is the first time she has looked back from the beginning of the movie.

Just because the person sitting behind her was not someone else, it was Jin Qingyan.

Thinking of the entire process of watching the movie, she chatted with Jiyu, the action of whispering a chat, or even a smile. All his actions were seen and heard by his ears, and An Xiaomeng was displeased.

Think about it. When the movie watching with friends was about to finish, I suddenly realized that the ex-husband actually stared at himself in his back seat.

She quickly retracted her gaze, as if she didn't see her at all, tried to suppress her inner emotions, and continued to sit upright.

The movie is over.

When she looked back, there was already an empty seat behind her, as if she had seen fantasy before, and she was inexplicably relieved.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

"Come on, I'll wait for you at the door." His voice was light, and it was obvious that he was very happy to see a movie with her tonight.