The investor patted his wife's head and scratched her nose dotingly.
"snort!!"
Yuchi Luming, an ancient female romance writer, passed between the two of them at once, muttering in a low voice.
"What kind of show are you doing in front of the camera? Do you really think the audience can see you? If I hadn't passed by here, you two wouldn't even be able to get on the TV. The behind-the-scenes staff, to put it nicely, are actually serving our stars of."
"What are you talking about? Husband, take a quick look at her. Why does she speak so jealously? It seems that I really misunderstood the little author of Wuliangye. Is the woman who is really having an affair with you the vixen Yuchi Luming?"
"Master, please don't talk about me like that. A vixen is too flattering. How beautiful is a woman to enjoy such an honor? I'm not, I'm not, I'm not."
"Pretentious! The more you say that, the worse I think you are."
"Not a good person? Me?"
"Stop arguing, stop arguing, and take a step back, after all, we will be together for a long time."
"What? Didn't you go back home?"
"No, no, keep going. Lovely little Luming, no, writer Yuchi Luming, our trip to heaven is about to reach the horizon, and we need to perform some dramas on the way, and the requirements are complete. First, you prepare first Bar."
"However, Ba Liangwei, the eunuch male lead in Gongdou Opera, heard that the writer's reality show was about to end, so he left without his camera. Dong Qionger, the female lead of Gongdou Opera, also went back to prepare for pregnancy. I have no actors under my banner, Let me how to shape the characters in my pen."
"Then after I equip you with actors, you will be the first to play?"
"Producer, you know the pressure to be the first to go up, it's not difficult for me. However, since you arranged, then resist the pressure, I have to go up."
Yuchi Luming cleared her throat and waited for the actor who belonged to her. Looking from the back, it was a tall man. Turning the front, it turned out to be the stupid Gong Ningqi.
"Little author Jialiang, Gong Ningqi, an actor, do you understand?"
"He, I know him very well, but you said that he is an actor, to be honest, I really don't know what it is, but he occasionally played the role of the second male ghost in my horror novel, and he seemed to perform well. You don't need too much makeup at all, you just act in your true colors."
After Yuchi Luming finished listening, he swallowed nervously.
"Well, if you ghostwrite for me, I will pay you 50,000 yuan."
"You have 50,000 yuan? Isn't it all given to your son who loves to spend money?"
"I don't have an illegitimate child at all. I'm still an unmarried girl. How many times do you have to ask me to tell you before you will believe me?"
"Forget it, forget it, what you do is your own business. In short, if you can really give me 50,000 yuan, you can give it now, and you won't wait until it expires."
"Ding dong."
On Liang Jia's mobile phone, a payment reminder text message came.
"It's been turned over, now, is it okay?"
"Yuchi Luming, tell me which dynasty you want to write about and what kind of plot it is, and I'll get it done for you right away."
"I'm the first one to appear on the stage, you must carve it carefully, polish it well, and you must be worthy of this" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com