Unconventional screenwriter

When Cheng Ze happily told himself about the dinner he was going to make, Taeyeon, who was a little confused, didn't know how she walked back to the living room.

Sitting on the carpet, she buried her small head deeply between the arms of her hands, tilted her body slightly to the left, and then curled up and fell down on the carpet.

At this moment, she blushed like a fresh apple on the coffee table.

"Why am I so obedient? Wrong, I like it so against my heart?

However, what kind of rub did that dead child rub? I don't know if my head can't be rubbed casually. Will it grow taller?"

Taeyeon, who was lying flat on the carpet, kicked her calf, and her inner activities began to shift away.

She felt like she was going crazy after struggling repeatedly.

Or to be more precise, if she spends a few days with this Han Han like today, she will definitely be crazy!

At the dinner table, Taeyeon lowered her head, except for a few words echoing Cheng Ze from time to time, with sad tears flowing from the corners of her mouth, to clean up Cheng Ze's hearty dinner.

After eating dinner, Taeyeon touched the belly of the body management that she might have to face, and said in her heart, "Bai Ze cooking is delicious, and her partner will be very happy in the future."

However, this sense of happiness disappeared after seeing Cheng Ze's eyes longing to continue chatting with her.She ran away without even saying goodnight.

She didn't hate Cheng Ze, mainly because she was afraid that if she stayed here again, something unexpected and embarrassing would happen.

Something like lying on a yukata man and touching his pectoral muscles, or being rubbed by the head of a coquettish man, if it happens again, her cpu will feel burnt out.

Seeing Taeyeon who had fled, Cheng Ze sighed.

"I don't seem to like the enthusiastic type, why don't you be more reserved next time?"

After escaping back to the dormitory, Taeyeon ignored the surprised eyes of Sunny and the others who were eating, just rushed into her room, and then leaped heavily on her bed.

Taeyeon rolled herself into the quilt, and then played the crazy drum washing machine mode.

The bed made a "creaking" sound: I was under pressure that I shouldn't bear at this age, and finally resisted everything.

Ahhhhh!

so annoying!

"Why is this dead child Cheng Ze... Then... Damn sweet... What?" Taeyeon's vocabulary was confused.

In the living room, a group of girls sitting around the dining table for dinner looked at each other.

Yoona licked her lips with her tongue, then licked off the rice grains on the corners of her mouth.

She blinked her starry eyes like a fawn in the woods, and asked in a bit of surprise, "Is Taeyeon chased away?"

Sunny nodded seriously, her tone still a bit wretched: "It looks like Wuli Taeyeon is being chased by someone."

Xiuying and others also understood, "Oh~~~" stretched out their voices, and then took a tacit look at each other.

This is the situation with their little captain!

Picking up the mug on the side, Sika took a sip of water elegantly, looking at a sheep's room with a dark look.

In Chengze's apartment, after he cleaned up the guest dining room, he moved out of the small wooden table by the corner, and took out the laptop and some books from the room.

He sorted his thoughts, put away his happy mood because of what happened today, and quickly tapped the notebook keyboard with his slender fingers.

In the next few days, Cheng Ze would often send Taeyeon invitations for lunch, dinner or even supper, although they were rejected.

The reason for each rejection is basically "busy at work".

This is not what she wants to escape, because she is really busy for a while, and she basically eats three meals a day during the gaps in the schedule.

Seeing the news on the web about what activities Girls’ Generation participated in today, Cheng Ze also seemed helpless.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood and quickly devoted himself to various tasks and other things. After all, he had many plans.

………………

Lighting Master Li: "Director nim, I have done the lighting effects according to your requirements."

Lee Jung-sup: "Okay, I see. Cheng Ze, go and see if it is the lighting effect expected in the script."

Cheng Ze: "Inside."

After looking around.

Cheng Ze: "The main light and auxiliary light are the effects we want, but your background light has deviated, so the background light should be softer."

Li Guangxing: "In, let's change it now, Kim writer Nim."

"Thank you."

After the lighting team here adjusted the lights, before Cheng Ze had a drink, Li Zhengxie started calling him again.

"Come here, Cheng Ze, I will take pictures later, you come to discuss with the photographer first, and tell him what needs to be paid attention to in the next meeting."

"Inside, I'm here now."

...

In the dressing room not far away.

Lee Seung-ki, a newcomer to the props group, asked the person next to him in a low voice: "Why do you think writer Kim, Nim, should follow director Lee, Nim, and is there anything..."

Not far away, Zhang Zhongmin slapped him on the back of his head, "Don't think that you can ask for something if you are also named Li Shengji. The writer and director are not something we can discuss behind the scenes."

Li Shengji clutched his aching head, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Why are you looking for something to follow the director Nim?"

Zhang Zhongmin looked at the righteous Li Shengji and had a headache. It was really hard to lay melon eggs.

Grabbing the back of his neck, Zhang Zhongmin said with a serious face: "Whether it is a director or a writer, what they do or what they are is not what we should care about. You need to know that they can get us out of here with a word, you understand. Yet?"

Li Shengji was a little hard to understand, what he wanted to say when he opened his mouth.

Zhang Zhongmin interrupted his words: "Kid remember one sentence, don't arbitrarily evaluate those who are higher than us, just do your own thing well."

"Okay, thank you for your guidance." Li Shengji bowed reluctantly.

Zhang Zhongmin shook his head helplessly, but he didn't see the disdain on Li Shengji's face when he was bent over.

Learn from you, talk less and do more, and then just a group leader for so many years, even without a lot of money?

...

On the other side, the makeup artist skillfully applied powder on the face of the beautiful girl in front of her with a loose powder brush, and praised her.

"Yorri Xi's skin is so good, she deserves to be a girlhood."

Yoori replied with a smile, "Thank you for your compliment."

Unconsciously looking at the thin figure spinning around in the theater, she blinked, a little puzzled.

Because of the increase in schedules recently, she has less frequent visits to teacher Li.Compared to before, Chengze, who was always there every time she went, never saw him in the practice room again after her schedule became busy.