Unconventional screenwriter

After a meal, Taeyeon found that Cheng Ze had completely integrated into their home, and it could even be said that she, a person who is often absent from home, looked more like an outsider in the eyes of others.

Dad Jin: "Shengze eat more beef, beef will make men stronger."

"Inside, I will eat more."

Mother Jin: "Then give him some raw beef bibimbap, this one will make up more."

Father Jin: "Okay, I'll go talk."

"Thank you Mom, Dad."

Taeyeon: Don’t you ask me what I eat?

The crimson shredded beef is topped with a raw egg, and sprinkled with some sesame seeds and small seaweed.

It's not the first time I have eaten raw beef. Cheng Ze still finds it difficult to accept.

Xiao Xia Yan: "Brother, these ribs are delicious, you can eat more."

Looking at the browned pork ribs with dipping sauce, Taeyeon felt that the pork ribs in the bowl were not fragrant.

"Thank you Xiao Xia Yan."

...

"Son, eat meat."

"Oba, you eat meat."

...

Taeyeon was chewing on the ramen, her cheeks bulged, like a little squirrel, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Can't you ask her if she eats meat?It's obviously been a long time since I saw it!

Humph!

Two pieces of beef were gently put into her bowl, and Taeyeon looked down the chopsticks and blinked.

"Sister, eat more meat, hehe."

The irritation in her mind quietly disappeared, and Taeyeon sat up and nodded and smiled.

"Thank you Chengze."

"It's okay." Cheng Ze smiled at Taeyeon, then lowered his head to concentrate on destroying the pile of vegetables in his bowl, feeling a warm satisfaction in his heart.

Then, Taeyeon looked up at the three extra pieces of meat in the bowl.

Mom and Dad looked at her kindly, and Xiao Xia Yan raised her head and smiled at her, very proud.

After the meal, Dad Jin sent Cheng Ze back to the hotel. Tomorrow is Cheng Ze’s day when Cheng Ze went to the TV station to discuss the script, so let him go back to rest and prepare better, while Mother Jin, Xiao Xia Yan and Xiao Xia went shopping.

Early the next morning, the Jin family got up early.

A sturdy dark blue suit lined the man more and more slender and tall, the white lining was clean and unstained, the white buttons were buttoned one by one, and there was a pure black tie on it, light brown The leather shoes are also polished brightly.

Cheng Ze was wearing a white electronic wristwatch from Taeyeon on his left hand, and a black briefcase that Abba found for him on his right hand. He held the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes seemed to flash pink. Xinxin's mother and Xiao Xia Yan said in an unnatural tone.

"Abba and Mom, Xiao Xia Yan, let me go out now."

Today is the day he went to the TV station to discuss the script.

After I told my parents that I was going to the TV station to discuss the script, Ou's mother took his brother to buy him suits, leather shoes, etc.

The last is the money from the brother. He said that since Cheng Ze is going to talk about business, he should dress more seriously. This is a kind of politeness, and he is afraid that someone will judge others by appearance.

He also smiled and accepted the kindness of his elder brother.

Xiao Xiayan gave a thumbs up and shouted excitedly: "Ouba, you are so handsome."

Cheng Ze himself is a very outstanding person, but he usually wears simple and plain clothes. He doesn't care much about whether the clothes are good-looking or not, so he needs to be neat and clean.But now it's even more difficult for people to look away from meticulously dressing up, like a noble son who walked out of a novel, as dazzling as a pearl in a dark room.

In fact, Cheng Ze would be more handsome without glasses, but it looks too immature and more like an artist, so he can only wear black-rimmed glasses, which will look a little more stable and mature.

Mother Jin looked at her son in a suit and leather shoes, feeling deeply moved, this son seems to have really grown up.

Stepping forward, caressed her son's suit that had been ironed so that there was no wrinkle. Mother Jin said gently, "Do you really want us to accompany you?"

Cheng Ze lowered his head and looked at his mother quietly, his eyes full of admiration.

"No, Mom, I can do this alone."

Mother Jin frowned and asked worriedly: "Are you really OK? Or if Xiao Xiayan and I don't go, let your dad accompany you."

Cheng Ze smiled and shook his head: "It's not a question of whether you accompany me to do it, but it's better for me to do this alone."

"Okay, but."

When Mother Jin wanted to say something, she was interrupted by Father Jin.

"If your son wants to go alone, let him go alone. He is already an adult, and he is also a famous man. A man should go out more, and what it looks like to drag the family away."

Seeing her husband's few serious faces, Mother Jin had to give up.

The child's father is right, but she is a mother.

Father Jin turned his head to look at his half-length son, and said solemnly.

"Since you insist on going alone, go alone. Abba supports your decision. But when you get there, you must be cautious about what you say. You must not be frivolous or cowardly. When making a decision, think more about it. Thinking, you know?"

Cheng Ze nodded slowly, with a serious expression: "Nei, I remember."

Turning his face away, Cheng Ze waved his hands at Xia Yan and Mother Jin, smiling brightly and confidently in the sun.

"I'm going first."

Father Jin nodded in relief: "Go boldly."

Little Xia Yan clenched her small fist: "Brother, fighting!"

Mother Jin waved her hand gently: "Son, fighting."

After leaving the hotel, standing on the side of the road, Cheng Ze called for a taxi.

Waiting for Cheng Ze to sit in, the driver's old man glanced casually through the rearview mirror: "Young man, where are you going."

"Uncle, I'm going to SBS TV station, thank you."

The uncle driver looked at the handsome boy through the rearview mirror and smiled, "Okay. By the way, are you an artist?"

Cheng Ze was taken aback, shook his head and smiled: "No."

As the car started, the uncle smiled and said, "So handsome, how could you not be an artist. Tell him who you are. Uncle won't tell anyone."

Cheng Ze was a little wronged, smiled and shook his head: "Uncle, I really am not an artist. I have never been on TV."

When the driver heard this, he sighed with regret, thinking that he could ask for a celebrity autograph, but then he asked unwillingly, "Then you are going to interview for a TV series now, right? Then become an artist."

Smiling and shook his head, Cheng Ze solemnly said: "Uncle, I'm not going to interview for TV shows. I'm not an artist, and I don't plan to be an artist."

Uncle driver: "Then what are you doing to the TV station?"

Squinting and looking at the transparent windshield in front of him quietly, as if thinking of something, Cheng Ze softly said, "I'm going to be a screenwriter."