When You Are a Director, How Do You Become a Full-Fledged Superstar

Chen Mo walked back to the living room step by step.

Are you really fake? Can you?

What was left to Chen Mo was a blank eye from Lin Dagexing.

Shaking his head, Chen Mo didn't care, he wouldn't be poisoned to death, the big deal would be to order takeout for a while, that is, be hungry for a while.

Just sitting on the sofa, the sound of a kitchen knife hitting the chopping board came from the kitchen.

The sound was crisp and dense, and it was clinking, but it reminded Chen Mo of his mother's swordsmanship.

Impossible... is it blind?

Chen Mo was taken aback by his own thoughts, how could this woman compare with his mother's craftsmanship.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts, Chen Mo turned on the computer and continued to write the script of Mao deception.

There are three days left until Friday, and Chen Mo plans to finish the script for the first season of Mao Lie on Thursday, so that once it is set, the filming can be started next week.

Liang Wenyuan didn't ask Chen Mo to come over today, but just made a phone call and said that he would hurry up to prepare the script.

Chen Mo could guess that it should be close to ten.

The main reason is that Chen Mo is very confident in Mao cheating.

That is a ceiling evaluation score of 9.6 points for a certain valve. Even if the situation is not acclimatized, it will not be won in the first round.

What's more, this world also has a lot of money to seek children, all kinds of deception, and it is no different from the earth.

Um?

Chen Mo, who was typing, twitched his nose slightly, and the smell from the kitchen was so fragrant.

Resisting the urge to go to the kitchen to find out, Chen Mo recalled the plot again.

A quarter of an hour later.

Okay, Lin Xiaqing's soft and sweet voice came from behind Chen Mo.

At the same time, a bowl of scallion oil noodles was placed in front of Chen Mo.

There are only some shallots and vermicelli in the kitchen, so just take a bite.

Said, handed the chopsticks to Chen Mo, and sat opposite Chen Mo.

Looking at the steaming scallion oil noodles, Chen Mo couldn't help swallowing.

Chen Mo lived in the north since he was a child, and was used to eating pasta, but after arriving in the magic capital, he seldom ate it.

The main reason is that there is a lot of rice here, or the staple food such as rice noodles. The only thing that makes Chen Mo feel some hometown atmosphere is the scallion oil noodles in Modu.

He also tried many times himself, but unfortunately, it was either too oily or mushy.

This bowl of noodles looks simple, but it is not easy to make.

Smelling the fragrance from the bowl, Chen Mo knew that the taste of this bowl of noodles should not be bad.

You really know how to cook.

Looking up at Lin Xiaqing who was sitting across from him, a strange look flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.

Miss Lin didn't know where she found an apron, but she hasn't taken it off yet.

With a purple lace suspender skirt, it has a unique home beauty.

Not many people know, they all learned from my mother, you can try it quickly, whether it is delicious or not.

Lin Xiaqing is actually playing drums. She hasn't cooked for a long time. One is that she is too busy with work, and the other is that Qin Xiaoru is worried about many things. Therefore, although this bowl of noodles is made with care, she does not know how it tastes.

At this moment, he stared at Chen Mo with some anticipation.

Chen Mo nodded, pushed the computer aside, picked up his chopsticks, and started!

Um……

The scallion is fragrant, the noodles are firm, and the greasy is just right. A bowl of good noodles!

bald bald...

After tasting the first sip, Chen Mo gave Lin Xiaqing a thumbs up, and opened his mouth.

So fragrant!

Lin Xiaqing smiled casually on the surface, pretending not to care, but he was a little happy in his heart. It is every woman's expectation that what he does can be appreciated by others.

It seems that the craftsmanship has not regressed.

Lin Xiaqing secretly said in his heart.

One person ate the noodles, and the other watched quietly. In the small room, the atmosphere was quite warm.

Parking lot near Linxi Park.

Qin Xiaoru was nibbling on the dry hamburger and kept staring at the phone in her hand.

It's obviously just a walk, it's been almost four hours...

While Chen Mo was eating noodles, Lin Xiaqing curiously pointed to the laptop on the table, indicating if he could read it.

Chen Mo freed a hand and pushed the computer over.

You still write scripts? Lin Xiaqing, who had watched it for a while, was a little surprised and asked curiously.

Well, recently, Sky Entertainment is going to launch a new director support program. I don't like scripts written by others, so I do it myself.

Although Lin Xiaqing has never filmed, she has some knowledge in the entertainment industry. Although she can't tell whether the script is good or bad, she knows that the script is very detailed, full of visual sense, and the details are extremely accurate.

As a director, you only need to know how to write songs, but you also write your own script? Why, do you still want to be a screenwriter?

Lin Xiaqing was really surprised. Did he accidentally meet a genius?

It's all just playing around, I don't know if it will work or not.

After finishing the last mouthful of noodles, Chen Mo let out a satisfied sigh of relief, his whole body happy, looking at Lin Xiaqing on the opposite side, he felt more and more beautiful.

Well, full of warmth and thinking**, the ancients did not deceive me.

What are you looking at?

Lin Xiaqing was still reading the script, and he always felt that he was staring at him all the time. He looked up, but no, Chen Mo's eyes were wide open.

Lin Damei subconsciously touched her chest and whispered.

Ah? Someone was caught, and he quickly turned his eyes away, busy saying:

Ah, nothing, I just ate too much, straighten your waist... Yes, straighten your waist.

After speaking, I quickly got up and started a set of chest expansion exercises.

By the way, Miss Lin, it's almost eleven o'clock, why don't you leave?

After a while, Chen Mo looked at the quartz clock on the wall and suddenly said something.

The meaning is obvious, but you have been staying for two consecutive nights, and you agreed not to stay often.

Lin Xiaqing...

Turn your face after eating!

Lin Xiaqing, who snorted coldly, suppressed his anger and said, When to leave, I'll decide.

However, despite his tough mouth, Lin Xiaqing got up and put on his clothes.

By the way, I will come over with my agent tomorrow and talk to you about the transfer of songs.

transfer?

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said, Didn't I tell you what to transfer?

Of course, she doesn't know that I know you. I told her that I contacted you from my best friend.

Lin Xiaqing, who was fully armed, was about to open the door, turned around and continued, Tomorrow, you have to pretend that you don't know me, so it's the first time you meet me, do you know?

Watching Lin Xiaqing go out in a daze, Chen Mo stayed for a long time before coming back.

This singer has so many tricks...

If you don't know it, you don't know it, see if I don't take care of you!

However, Chen Mo also understands that the other party, as a quasi-diva singer, is stared at by the paparazzi every day, and must not be very free. How do you know him?

Can't figure it out...

Looking at the empty bowl on the table, Chen Mo smashed his mouth, thinking that this noodles with scallion oil is really good.

...

Linxi Park parking lot.

Qin Xiaoru, who had just finished eating the hamburger, was playing with her mobile phone boredly.

dong dong dong.

The sound of the car window knocking came, and the little girl looked up and became excited all of a sudden.

My good sister, you are finally back!

She quickly opened the car door and let Lin Xiaqing in. The little girl continued, Sister Xiaqing, I thought you lost it again. You've been walking for too long.

Well, the scenery in the park is very good. I collected the wind by the way and accumulated some inspiration.

Qin Xiaoru looked at the park outside, which had no different scenery from other places, and could only helplessly nodded.

By the way, Sister Xia Qing, where are we going now?

go home.

Lin Xiaqing leaned lazily on the back seat of the car, inexplicably remembered the appearance of someone gobbling up noodles, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Sister Xia Qing, why don't you go to Miss Siran?

Oh, no, it's too late, she's ready to go to bed.

Sister Xia Qing, what about that song?

It's okay, I just called Siran and made an appointment to meet tomorrow.

promised?

The little girl silently turned her head and started the car.

I should trust Sister Xia Qing... right?