Chapter 54:

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date="2020-12-08"

title="Chapter 54: "

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series = ["I Woke up and Was Pregnant"]

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Fu Zhen never took Tang Wanwan's words to heart. After hanging up with Tang Wanwan, she continued to discuss the next plot with several other teachers. They planned to produce the next episode of the Shazhou Chronicle before May. .

The storytelling teacher looked at the script that Fu Zhen had brought, frowning and asked Fu Zhen, "You really want to do this?"

Fu Zhen understands that the impact of the next episode is a bit big. After all, people who die may be able to form a group, but he nodded: "It has been a long time before."

The storytelling teacher sighed, shook his head again, and said to Fu Zhen, "The fans will be crazy."

Wang Tong was working on special effects next to him. Hearing these words, he hurriedly came over and asked: "What's wrong?"

The storytelling teacher knew that Wang Tong was a loyal fan of the Shazhou Chronicle, and with the mentality of watching a good show, he handed the script that Fu Zhen had made to Wang Tong. Wang Tong only turned two pages and let out a scream: "Ah ——"

The sound is miserable and harsh, making people cry.

Wang Tong dropped the script in his hand and shook Fu Zhen's shoulder frantically: "Madam, this is not true, please tell me it is not true!"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited. These are all foreshadowing. The cavalry team that I found on the night Ah Wan returned to Sunset City..." Fu Zhen explained to Wang Tong as much as possible that everything that happened next was inevitable. of.

However, at this time, Wang Tong seemed to be a completely irrational wife, "I don’t listen, I don’t listen, how could his wife make Cui different die so easily, how could he make Huang Lie die too, and the whole family was killed. What about your humanity, madam?"

Fu Zhen wanted to explain to Wang Tong again. Then when he looked up, Jiang Hengshu didn't know when he came to their studio. At this moment, he stood behind Wang Tong and smiled at himself. Fu Zhen couldn't help but laugh. , Eyebrows are crooked, the world suddenly brightens.

Wang Tong noticed the change in Fu Zhen’s expression, and a bad feeling faintly occurred in his heart. He turned his head fearfully, and he saw Jiang Hengshu. Wang Tong’s two hands gently brushed on Fu Zhen’s shoulders. He flicked, and said: "Sister-in-law, you see you are all in dust here, I will help you pat it, that I...I have something else, you and my boss have a good chat, a good chat."

Wang Tong flashed away and ran over Jiang Hengshu to the outside corridor.

Jiang Hengshu ignored Wang Tong at all. He carried some supper in his hand and put them on the table in the center of the room. These were brought to other staff in the studio.

He asked Fu Zhen: "Are you going to eat out?"

Fu Zhen shook his head. He is now in charge of the script of the whole story and a bit of the storyboard. There is really no way to go home earlier than the other staff. He said to Jiang Hengshu: "Wait a moment, today's work will be over soon. "

Jiang Hengshu nodded, and sat down on a chair beside him, watching Fu Zhen holding a paintbrush in his hand, and attentively modifying a part of the storyboard on the drawing board, Jiang Hengshu quietly looked at him, watching His long eyelashes flickered with the curtains of his eyes. Watching him quickly move the brush in his hand, a beautiful silhouette of a figure appeared in his pen shortly, and the years flowed away silently.

Jiang Hengshu waited until 7 o'clock in the evening. It was dark and everyone in the studio was empty. Fu Zhen made a summary of today’s work and put together a schedule for tomorrow’s work. Dongxi, left with Jiang Hengshu.

Jiang Hengshu asked Fu Zhen: "Will you be too tired?"

Fu Zhen shook his head: "No, I actually didn't do anything. I just draw a few pictures every day. If you are busy for a week or so, the workload will be less."

Jiang Hengshu nodded. He is busy with company affairs and can't accompany Fu Zhen every day. It's good for him to be a little fuller. Jiang Hengshu told him, "Don't sit down all the time and exercise more. "

"I know," Fu Zhen replied, dragging long syllables, sounding a bit like acting like a baby. In order to show Jiang Hengshu that he was not dealing with him, Fu Zhen continued, "I bought a few abdominal muscle wheels, Dumbbells and two treadmills are placed in the room next to the studio."

Fu Zhen had an injury on his leg and couldn't run, but he could still walk slowly.

Jiang Hengshu nodded, satisfied with Fu Zhen's arrangement, "What do you want to eat later?"

"Let's go eat Cantonese food."

The red light at the intersection was on, Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen stopped until the green light was on again and the vehicle stopped before they crossed the road holding hands.

When Fu Zhen crossed the pedestrian road and turned his head, his vision crossed the rushing traffic, and he saw Fu Jianchen on the opposite side of the road. Fu Jianchen was standing under a tall street lamp. Under the light, his figure was a little squiggly. Now, without the loftiness and prestige of the past, Fu Zhen realized in a daze that Fu Jianchen was gradually aging.

But this has nothing to do with him. Even if Fu Jianchen gets old, there will naturally be Fu Ting and Tang Wanwan by his side.

A sour emotion surged uncontrollably in Fu Zhen's heart. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, held Jiang Hengshu's hand tightly, and continued to walk towards the end of the street.

Fu Jianchen was still standing in the dimly lit light. He raised his head, and there was a little snow falling in the sky. He stretched out his hand, and the small snow particles fell on his fingertips. This was probably the last thing he could see before the arrival of spring. It's snowing.

Time seems to coincide at this moment with a certain moment in the past. In those years that Fu Jianchen did not know, Fu Zhen once stood alone on the boundless streets, looking up at the sky and falling snow, waiting for the green light to light up, and lonely again Leave blankly.

Fu Jianchen watched Fu Zhen's figure go away little by little, and finally disappeared completely from his sight.

The case of the true and false director of "Chunhua Mountain" has officially opened. The judge is also the first to convict such a case. You said that the true director is still alive, but not dead, and even dared to put a movie under his own name. It was sent to relevant departments for review and it was successfully released.

Simply stupid, stupid out of reach.

The judge didn't know how to evaluate the director Zhao Jin.

The case was pronounced on the spot, and Zhao Jin paid Fu Zhen a total of 550 million yuan. After Fu Zhen got the money, he paid some taxes, and Fu Ting paid him in advance when he was filming this "Chunhua Mountain." He has less than 200 million yuan left on site and staff costs. This fund is enough for Fu Zhen. There should be a lot left after the update of the "Shazhou Chronicle". You can continue your dream and make a movie of other interest.

Tang Wanwan was also watching this case closely, and when she learned that Fu Zhen could get more than five billion yuan in compensation, her fingers were shaking with anger. Whether she really had no choice but to take Fu Zhen.

The only Fu Zhen handle she has now is the accident on the crew two years ago. If Fu Zhen is still unwilling to give her the copyright, she can only make a fuss about this matter.

The servants have long discovered that since Tang Wanwan left the Fu family, the Fu family has become more and more deserted. They often see Fu Jianchen sitting in the living room alone, and the video tape he found in the rockery is playing on the TV. , He watched over and over again, without saying a word from beginning to end.

The light in the living room was not turned on, and the darkness and loneliness gradually wrapped Fu Jianchen into a silent hard shell. He leaned on the sofa with his back and closed his eyes. He rarely regretted this in his life. There is no way to forgive myself for the rest of my life.

There was a paper bag on the coffee table in front of him with Jiang Hengshu's information written in it. Fu Jianchen learned that Jiang Hengshu turned out to be the only heir to the Hexi Jiang family. He graduated from university and studied abroad. He just returned from abroad last year.

Fu Jianchen didn't know how he met Fu Zhen, or whether he should make Fu Zhen happy or feel sorry for himself.

The happiness is that Jiang Hengshu is fully capable of protecting Fu Zhen on their behalf, but the sad thing is that Fu Zhen probably won't need them anymore.

I hope Jiang Hengshu will not make their baby sad anymore.

What happened to him at that time? Fu Jianchen laughed, with boundless misery in his smile. He raised his hands and covered his eyes, just like Fu Zhen sitting on the shabby sofa in the rental room for countless early mornings. Like that.

Tang Wanwan found Fu Ting, hoping that he could help him get the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle from Fu Zhen's hands. However, since the Fu family and his son have been a little cold towards them during this period, Tang Wanwan took the initiative to explain to Fu Ting : "I have never done anything to Fu Zhen."

Fu Ting turned his head and turned his side to Tang Wanwan. He lowered his eyes and said slowly, "I don't care what you did?"

Tang Wanwan thought that Fu Ting was still on his side, and couldn't help smiling: "Brother..."

But before she finished speaking, Fu Ting chuckled softly. He said to Tang Wanwan, "I just need to see the result."

The pain that Fu Zhen suffered was all given by the three of them, and Fu Ting never thought of avoiding this.

Tang Wanwan frowned, "Brother, what's the matter with you? And Dad... Are you resenting me for Fu Zhen? What did I do wrong? It was me who was hurt at that time! "

"We resent ourselves even more," Fu Ting said calmly, "Tang Wanwan, please do it yourself."

Tang Wanwan couldn't help but feel resentment, and she asked Fu Ting: "Am I not your sister? Why do you treat me like this? Haven't you counted them in the past two years?"

Fu Ting turned his head and looked at Tang Wanwan. His eyes were calm and cold. He said to Tang Wanwan, "No, it never was."

"The two years were the last two years of my life."

"We have the same blood on our bodies!" Tang Wanwan shouted at him.

"So what? What does it have to do with me?"

Fu Ting turned around and left here, still holding the DNA identification he took home from the hospital, which has not been opened yet.

The author has something to say: I want to tell you that the "Love at a Kiss: The President's Secret Lover" on my copy is not my pre-acceptance, but the original of this book. Tang Wanwan is the heroine of this book! ! ! (It always feels like you have misunderstood something)