When he came back, the director had already informed him to postpone filming because he had some new ideas.
As soon as he heard this, Qian Yan knew that Bo Yihuai had succeeded.
On the same day, the director came to see her. Regarding Bo Yihuai's role, Qian Yan did not refuse and accepted the director's invitation to participate in the discussion of the plot.
After much discussion, the director came up with a new idea, saying that he wanted to add a beloved person to this character, the kind of lover who lives in his heart.
At first, he wanted to express it in the form of tragedy.
After Bo Yihuai found out, he quickly denied it and said he would not do it. This drama was too immersive. He didn't want to add a tragedy. He wanted a living wife. He took the initiative: "How about adding Bai Yueguang in my heart, and we can be together in the end."
That kind of thing. Directors say that if your career is unsuccessful, your love will be successful. You have to have something to look forward to, right?"
When Bo Yihuai said this, he glanced at Qian Yan secretly and said, "When the time comes, I will let my senior sister make a guest appearance, and I will feel good about it."
Director: Good guy, you have learned how to use public places to show affection.
However, he took a peek at Qian Yan and felt that it was feasible. Thinking about it carefully, the idea proposed by Bo Yihuai was not impossible.
The career has failed, but the appearance of a lover who insists on justice with him in the end can be regarded as a little comfort to the audience.
Before the next filming started, Qian Yan accompanied Bo Yihuai to meet Deng Yuying.
Since her last request to see Bo Yihuai was rejected, Deng Yuying didn't think that Bo Yihuai would come to see her.
She was a little surprised when Bo Yihuai suddenly appeared this time. It had been so long since everything had been exposed, and she didn't think the other party would forgive her.
"Bo Jincheng has been imprisoned." This is what Bo Yihuai said, "All your plans are gone. You expected him to live a prosperous and stable life, but now you will be disappointed. He, like you, wants to
Many years were wasted here.”
"I came today just to tell you about this. If I don't talk to you, I always feel a little uncomfortable."
"how come?"
"How could this happen?" Deng Yuying suddenly became excited. She had never had such a big reaction before being imprisoned.
"What did you do to Jincheng?" Deng Yuying stared at Bo Yihuai, as if she wanted to gnaw a piece of meat from him.
Facing such a look, Bo Yihuai was not surprised at all. It should be said that when he saw the diary, he knew that Deng Yuying only had her biological son in her heart.
Bo Yihuai was kind to him, but she just wanted to alleviate her sins and was afraid of retribution on her own son.
"In a society ruled by law, what can I do to him? He committed a crime and got himself into it."
"The people he offended were the two Bo family members. It should be said that this incident offended them to death. Because of your son, their company has suffered great losses, and their status has been affected. In the future, if Bo Jincheng comes out, as long as this
If the two of them remember, I'm afraid they won't let him have an easy time."
Seeing Deng Yuying's disbelief, Bo Yihuai told the story from beginning to end.
Under Deng Yuying's disbelieving gaze, he left with unprecedented ease, as if he had completed a mission.
…
"It is my fault?"
"Hahaha... Is my persistence just a joke?"
A young man in clean blue clothes squatted on the ground. A soft drizzle began to fall from the sky, quickly making his hair and clothes wet.
After a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, soaking his whole body, and his clean blue clothes were also splashed with mud stains.
"Should I be like them? Roll with them in the muddy water, come and go, laugh and have fun..." He said confusedly, ignoring the increasingly heavy rain.
A slap in the face.
Suddenly, it stopped raining where he was, but it was still raining around him.
He raised his head, and above his head was an open oil-paper umbrella. Holding the handle of the umbrella was a white hand. He turned back to look at the person holding the umbrella for him, a woman in Tsing Yi.
"you are right."
"What's the benefit of being like them? Can Jiang Lang accept himself being the same as them?"
"Jiang Lang is a man who cannot wear dirty robes. Why don't you go to the bamboo house and change into clean clothes?"
This chapter has been completed!