His first reaction in his mind was, how did he get in?
He rembered he had locked the door.
"Yimo, is there anything you need late at night?" Li Qin’an asked cautiously. Although Bo Yimo was selected through the drama, he knew this young man had an unusual background, so his attitude naturally carried so seriousness and cautiousness.
Bo Yimo gestured to the script on the table, "Take a look."
Li Qin’an looked at it earnestly and carefully, and was greatly impressed. The plot was tense and exciting, with novel wording, was perfectly tear-jerking when it needed to be—what an excellent script. No wonder it’s so popular now.
After reading this week’s script to be fild, Li Qin’an was very pleased; it was indeed well written.
"Any thoughts?" Bo Yimo’s expression was indifferent, and under the light, he seed to be wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, which accentuated his handso, carefree aura, his well-defined features perfectly exquisite, making every glance astonishing.
Li Qin’an paused, then tentatively asked, "Is the script written well?"
After a mont of silence, Bo Yimo asked, "Well?" His voice was very calm, without a trace of fluctuation.
Li Qin’an felt cold for no reason, glancing around.
"Very well?" Li Qin’an couldn’t fathom his thoughts, feeling frustrated; were they playing riddles at such a late hour?
Suddenly, Li Qin’an felt even colder, as if ice had ford around him, but the heating was clearly on—could it be broken?
"Page fourteen," Bo Yimo’s voice was chilling.
Li Qin’an flipped to page fourteen, and saw it was tomorrow’s scene to be shot—looking good without any issues, the first intense clash between the male supporting character Fu An and the female supporting character Laura, eagerly anticipated by everyone...
Wait, the female role is played by Little Fatty.
Intense clash between male and female supporting characters...
Intense clash...
Clash...
...
Li Qin’an suddenly realized, finally understanding his intent!
He was jealous!
Li Qin’an tried to explain to him, "Yimo, this is necessary for the plot, it’s not a real kiss. We can use cara trickery, Yongnian won’t actually touch Little Fatty."
Bo Yimo remained silent.
The scene was dead silent.
Li Qin’an knew he disapproved.
But as a director, he had a high pursuit for art and his works, to the point of being nitpicky; if a work had flaws, it’s like a cracked cup—unusable.
Therefore, he held his ground.
Disapproval ant disapproval.
Bo Yimo slightly curled his lips, "Director Li, I rember in March last year you seed to have gone abroad; do you rember what you went to do?" His voice was calm, like the chilly wind of March, making people feel cold to the bone.
First be polite, then exert power.
In this circle, who is really clean? Everyone has a bit of a shady deal concealed.
Li Qin’an’s heart trembled, feigning calm, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."
His heart was greatly alard; how could he possibly know? He carried it out very discreetly.
"If you don’t want people to know, unless you have not done it," Bo Yimo chuckled softly, his manner leisurely and graceful, "Director Li is truly daring, I wonder what would happen if the film association knew about this?"
Then his directing career would be finished.
"You’re threatening !" Li Qin’an said with an extrely unpleasant expression, exasperated.
"Director Li’s films are good, and I understand Director Li’s artistic pursuits." Bo Yimo spoke like a scheming emperor, overlooking the world, "So it would be such a pity if they’re not seen anymore."
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