Wen Renhan didn't know how many times it was to call and urge him.

"Ji Niannian, do you still know that you are a screenwriter?"

At this time, Niannian was eating the dinner made by Shangluo and answered Wen Renhan's question in a speechless manner. "I know! Director Wen, do you miss me after I have only been away for two days? But you have also read the script I revised before leaving. There is no problem, just shoot it. I will come back tomorrow and the tickets have been bought! Don't worry, I will bring you a big baby when I come back this time."

As for who this big baby is.

Wen Renhan doesn't have to guess.

"Ahem... that's OK! You see, you're back early. And why are you not talking smoothly after going back for two days? Nothing will happen!"

Niannian couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Is Director Wen taking revenge on her?

Revenge on her, she took leave and left the crew. When Wen Renhan called, Niannian was still eating in her mouth. She couldn't let her spit it out! She swallowed all the chewed food at this moment.

At this time, he speaks with ergonomic silence.

"Director Wen, can't you say something nice?"

Shangluo brought out the soup and saw her calling, but his hands were inconvenient. But the woman could still answer the other party’s questions calmly while holding her cell phone. Only he could see that Niannian looked at him as she brought out the soup and her whole eyes lit up.

Pushed the job in front of him.

Looking at him with a pure and harmless look, it seemed to be saying, Husband, help me serve a bowl of soup.

The methods of making soup in Shangluo are getting better and better.

Every time he cooked the soup Niannian could drink many bowls, and he was still full and still couldn't finish his feelings.

The soup I just brought out was still full of heat and was quite hot.

Scoop it into a small bowl alone and put it for a while and it will be much cooler.

Niannian responded perfunctorily while looking at her husband pitifully. Seeing Shang Luo's eyes full of pampering, she knew that she had succeeded in acting coquettishly.

Wen Renhan on the other end of the phone asked a question.

"Screenwriter, what are you doing now?"

Of course, Niannian answered without thinking.

"Drink soup!" After saying that, he did not forget to add a sentence. "My husband made it by himself."

Do you know how many people in the world want to drink the soup made by your husband! You are so happy.

What should I do? They want to drink it too!

So Wen Renhan spoke tentatively. "The crew also has a pot." At the beginning, Niannian didn't know what the so-called pot was referring to. She pinched the spoon with her other hand and drank a sip of the soup. It felt comfortable that the meridians in her body seemed to be opened.

"What, Director Wen, what did you say!"

"I said the crew also has a pot, so Mr. Shang shouldn't mind changing places to use his specialties!"

Niannian deliberately held her cell phone and crossed a long distance.

"What, what are you saying? The sound is too small, I can't hear it clearly. I will call you back!" As soon as the words finished, the phone was already hung up, and I put down my phone. Niannian held the soup bowl and continued to drink the soup. She found Shang Luo looking at him. "What's wrong?"

Shang Luo opened the chair beside Niannian, and after sitting down, he did not rush to have dinner with her. Instead, he looked at his wife carefully. "Everyone said that after being together for a long time, there will be a couple. It's really the same."

Niannian patted his hand that came over. "What! You should be like you and me."

OK, don't argue with her.

"Like you."

The answer was so straightforward, which surprised Niannian.

"Why don't you fight for it?"

"Because you are the right answer."

Niannian quietly drank a few sips of the soup, and the originally full bowl of soup was instantly reduced by half. She raised her head and tilted her head to look at him. "Fortunately you didn't go to an idol drama back then."
Chapter completed!