Crossover Actors [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 50

    As soon as he hung up the line, Yu Nan knocked on the door and came in: "Boss, the tonic you ordered has arrived."

    Qu Yanting ordered it every year before the Spring Festival, and gave it to the elders, saying: "As usual, divide it into three.

    " To Ren Shu's parents, another recipient wrote "Big Brother", and Yu Nan was in charge of sending it for seven or eight years, and I still don't know who the other party is.

    When the sky turned orange red at sunset, Qu Yanting left the studio, packed the third copy and sent it to Zishan Mingzhu.

    Zeng Zhen is still on the set, and there are only Wang Mingyu and the nanny at home. As the dinner was being served, the nanny saw Qu Yanting's car through the window and shouted, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Qu is here."

    Wang Mingyu stepped down the stairs and said, "Add some tableware." When

    the doorbell rang, the nanny went first After opening the door, Qu Yanting came in and called "Master", hung up his coat familiarly, washed his hands and went to the restaurant to take a seat.

    Just in time for dinner, Wang Mingyu said, "You'll be able to squeeze the time."

    Qu Yanting rolled up his sleeves to fill up the soup, and put the bowl lightly in front of Wang Mingyu. There were three dishes, not much, and he asked, "Is it enough?" ?”

    Wang Mingyu ordered the nanny: “Steam a plate of Sichuan sausage.”

    “Thank you, master,” Qu Yanting said, “Auntie, add some scrambled eggs with tomatoes.” In

    a similar scene, the last time the master and apprentice saw each other, the atmosphere today is not bad After eating half a bowl of rice in peace, Wang Mingyu said: "The first ten episodes of the New Year's drama have been completed, and I will go upstairs to have a look later."

    "Okay," Qu Yanting said expectantly, "I also brought the notebook Master also help me to take a look."

    It was an unfinished independent work. Wang Mingyu had heard Qu Yanting talk about his ideas and was very interested, so he put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands: "Come, let me have a look.

    " I took it out of my pocket, printed it before leaving work, and kept it in my bag all the way. The ink exudes a misty lingering gentle smell.

    Wang Mingyu put on the myopia glasses hanging on her chest, took the glasses and began to read, letting the soup cool down, and there was a moment of silence on the table, she said: "Eat yours, it's not to check homework."

    Qu Yanting lowered his head and continued to eat, swallowing his emotions together. He worships this master. The play written by Wang Mingyu, the spirit of studying the script, and the character of the characters in his writing have made him worship him for many years through the blessing of filter kindness.     

And the matter of naming the name is just like gravel falling into white rice, dirty, hard, and painful. Qu Yanting picked up the bowl, fiddled with the last mouthful of rice with the tip of the chopsticks, and then lifted his head to eliminate all complicated emotions.     

Wang Mingyu sighed: "It's been a long time since I read a movie book."     

Her husband is a famous movie director, and he is obviously near the water. Qu Yanting didn't talk about Zeng Zhen's avoidance, and said: "Master, if you want to see it, tell me, and I will send you the movie script from the studio."     

Wang Mingyu turned a page in satisfaction: "How long has it been written?"     

Qu Yanting replied: "One More than a year."