Xu Lianyin gave Ye Luoyu a sullen look, and then replied, "After Jiuge apologized, the car keys were sent to her directly."

She smiled, held his head and kissed his forehead, then turned and ran away.

When she achieved her goal, she ran away. This woman is so realistic. Xu Lianyin snorted unhappily, and then began to think again. His daughter-in-law's chest wearing a c-cup was a bit crowded. Did he try too hard?

With a sigh, he didn't care. He took the newly sent script from the desktop and saw a script.

Hmm... Xianxia type TV series have not been filmed at present, they are considered a new type.

Looking at the remuneration given to him again, he pouted directly. It is 1,500 yuan per episode. What about the beggars? His current influence, even if he is a child star, the TV series starts at 7,000 yuan per episode, right?

Just as was disdainful, saw the screenwriter's name and couldn't help but be stunned: Mo Qing.

He touched his chin and thought for a while, then called Huo Qishan to ask what happened to the screenwriter named Mo Qing.

Huo Qishan was quite surprised: "You don't know her? The Internet is very popular. The first love of the nation, you can search it."

He hung up the phone, turned on the phone, and searched for "national first love", and soon a lot of news, as well as photos, appeared. He stared at the photo for a while, and even though the girl was only fifteen years old, she could still tell that it was Mo Qing, this mixed-race teenager... Gu Shu?!

If he remembers correctly, Mo Qing's first love was Su Liangyu. She broke her leg and was abandoned by Su Liangyu before she got together with Gu Shu. Why... they were together in 2006?

Taking another look at the script, he suddenly laughed out loud: "The queen became a screenwriter, are you inspired or fallen, Mo Qing."

Chapter 37 The Works of Mozhang Siko

She was very unwilling to ask Cong Jiuge to apologize to that little bitch.

But thinking of going to apologize and the car will come back, she still bites the bullet.

Go to the hospital to make a pretence, apologize, send a bunch of flowers, and then just turn around and leave. If there is no mercy there, she can't do anything about it, so she tells Xu Lianyin that she can't handle it, and she will do her best.

Even if she compromised, she was not honest. When she went to the hospital, she bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums and went to the ward with flowers.

Wearing big sunglasses, a baseball jacket, and a pair of leather trousers and Martin boots, no matter how she looked, she walked swaggeringly. It's also thanks to her good looks and good figure, otherwise she would really dress up like a snake spirit.

When she arrived at the ward number Xu Lianyin said, she peered at the door and saw three people inside, a middle-aged man and a young man with his back to her. Sitting on the hospital bed, covering her face and neck, was the little bitch who poured her watermelon juice.

She smiled disdainfully, but knocked on the door cheekily, then pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing Cong Jiuge, the little bitch immediately turned pale, bit her lip, and glared at her. When she saw her throwing a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of her, she said, "I'm sorry." He turned his head and was about to leave, and immediately roared: "Hey!"

Cong Jiuge knew that he couldn't escape immediately, so he could only look back at the little bitch.

"What do you mean by this flower?!" the little bitch asked in a loud voice.

"I bought it in a flower shop. I think it's very pure and flawless. It's very high-grade. If it matches you, I'll buy it and give it to you." She replied with a smile. The smile was so bad that even the sunglasses couldn't stop the ridicule.

"It's worthy of your size, this is for sending people to death."

"I originally wanted to send a wreath, but then I thought I couldn't move it, so I didn't buy it."

"Are you here to apologize?!"

"Speaking of which..." Cong Jiuge was not in a hurry, she pulled a chair from one side with one hand, made a flower fly out of the chair, and finally landed firmly on the ground, then she sat on the chair and watched the little bitch smash , took off his sunglasses, and reasoned with her with a smile, "If you don't talk to me, I can't talk to you, and I can't beat you if you don't slap my face red, who's used to you like this, find fault. Being beaten, yet so arrogant and domineering."

The little bitch seemed to be pissed off by Cong Jiuge, and immediately shouted to her, "You...you are arrogant, I almost disfigured you, you know?"

"Don't talk to others for fear of disfigurement!"

The little bitch is going crazy.

At this time, the young man who had been sitting on the side suddenly chuckled. The laughter was very light, but it was enough for several people present to hear it clearly.

Cong Jiuge finally looked at the boy, and was startled when he saw it.

It is rare to see a boy who is not inferior to Xu Lianyin.

This young man is probably a senior character who is often played in TV dramas. He has short black hair that is obedient, and has no wax decoration. It just hangs naturally and is somewhat fluffy. An impeccable baby face, thick eyebrows, narrow eyes, drooping corners of the eyes, with a pair of natural smiling eyes.

If Cong Jiuge is the kind of wild girl with smoky makeup, black clothes, and dull style.

Then this boy is a small fresh, clean and bright boy.

When Cong Jiuge saw the young man smiling at her, she didn't care, and smiled and blew a kiss to the young man, ignoring the sickness.

The teenager didn't get angry when she saw her carefree appearance, but continued to smile, not caring whether the patient was angry or not.

After Cong Jiuge apologized, he left the ward. What she didn't expect was that the boy actually chased after her and stopped her.

"Senior, wait a minute," he said.

She pushed the sunglasses on her face, looked at him, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"It's like this, senior, I like your songs very much, you have always been my idol."

She laughed as soon as she heard it, reached out and grabbed his wrist, dragging him to a less crowded place. When she turned her back to him, he looked at her hand holding his wrist, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and quickly returned to normal.

After stopping, she asked him, "Do you want an autograph?"