"Don't worry! Mr. Xia, I will never change any point in this script. I will follow your script and shoot it completely. I will never let you down!" Tarantino said seriously at Xia Chen with a firm look at him.

"Forehead……"

Xia Chen didn't understand why Tarantino was so serious all of a sudden. After looking at his sitting posture and behavior, there was nothing wrong with it. He could only say embarrassedly, "Director Tarantino, don't call me Screenwriter Xia, just call me Dave. To be honest, I'm just having fun with this screenwriter. You also know that Lemon is just starting out and I don't have much time to put it on."

The screenwriter Shenma, Xia Chen really has no talent in this area. Now that he is being so flattered, to be honest, he really can't bear it.

"No, this is the respect I must have. Now you have given the script unconditionally to me and let me take responsibility. I am very grateful for this, so please don't refuse!" Tarantino was a bit old-fashioned, not like the free mentality of Europeans and Americans, but more like a reserved Asian.

Seeing Tarantino so persistent, Xia Chen couldn't say anything else, but he couldn't help thinking, "Actually, I should be the president of Lemon and the chief designer? Even if I respect it, I should call President Xia! President Xia and these! The screenwriter is all about floating clouds..."

Sure enough, this guy never considered from the beginning that he was communicating with the director as a screenwriter!

After chatting with Tarantino and talking about something, time passed by unknowingly...

"It's getting late! I have to go back and screen the actors immediately, and contact the shooting team. I'll invite you to a meal on the day the movie is finished! Screenwriter Xia." Tarantino looked at his watch anxiously, picked up the script and said apologetically to Xia Chen.

"There is no need to be so fast, right?" Xia Chen felt that Tarantino was too hurrying, and couldn't help asking, "Can't you be a little late? I'm going back to Korea tomorrow!"

“…”

Seeing Xia Chen's face full of pain, Tarantino knew that Xia Chen had misunderstood. Xia Chen was the president of Lemon and wanted him to follow the crew. Tarantino didn't have the confidence, and couldn't help but smile and said, "It's okay, since you have left me with full responsibility, then Screenwriter Xia, you don't need to follow the crew."

"So that's it! This one can have it."

Knowing that he didn't have to run with him, Xia Chen obviously took a breath and said to Tarantino, "Then director, you're busy! It's time for me to go back and pack my luggage. I hope I can hear good news from you next time I meet."

"Haha, I should thank Screenwriter Xia. I hope you have a good script next time and I can give priority to me!" Tarantino also clearly knew that people like Xia Chen would not spend all their time on the script, so he chose friendly signs, hoping that Xia Chen would give priority to himself next time.

"It must be certain." Xia Chen said "certainly" but thought to himself, "I'll talk about it next time I'll do the task reward! Let me redeem it, that would be a waste of points."

After dealing with a pair of troubles in the United States, Xia Chen boarded the aircraft to South Korea the next day. He was so dying that this guy also told this on his Twitter.

Then the troubles came...

"Yona, OPPA is coming back today, what should I do?" Pani asked nervously. To be honest, she didn't believe that the members of Apink could take down Xia Chen, a romantic idiot, faster than her. Although after a little understanding of this new girl group, Pani also felt some pressure. Those young and beautiful little girls seemed to be more suitable for Xia Chen, a man in the year than herself.

"Oni, I'll ask you a question." Yoona held Pani's shoulder with a serious expression.

This made Pani a little nervous, "What's the matter? Ask."

"If you were a man, would you like the New Year or the New Year?"

"Hmm? Why did you ask this suddenly?" Pani said blankly, not knowing what Yoona asked about this.

Yoona did not answer her question, but continued to ask, "Don't worry about this, you just need to answer me."

Pani thought for a while, "Whether it is the year or the year is the year or the year is the year or the year is the same as the one who likes it."

"Okay, I know that this question is definitely the answer. If one is a young, innocent and cute girl, and the other is an older and sexy Nuna, which one would you like?" All the words were already so obvious. If Pani really couldn't see it, he would really become a fool.

but……

Pani finally frowned. Yes, Apink's average age is 94 years, which means that they are all young, at least younger than themselves. Pani, born in 1989, is already three years older than Xia Chen. Although a girl holds gold bricks in her junior year, ordinary men don't think so.

It is said that men are not loyal, but in some aspects, men are very loyal...

Eighteen-year-old men like 18-year-old women, twenty-eight-year-old men like 18-year-old women, thirty-eight-year-old men like 18-year-old women, fifty-eight-year-old men still like 18-year-old women. In this regard, men are definitely dedicated enough!

Apink girls are all young and beautiful. Although they lack a sexy and mature charm, isn’t that youthful style the most popular among men?!

Especially when Pani saw the photos of Sun Naeon and Park Churong, he was very stressed. Even as a woman, the appearance of these two girls is very consistent with her aesthetic view. If Xia Chen would fall in love with them, it would not seem surprising.

only……

"Yona~~~Wuwuwu...Do you think I have no hope? Does OPPA want me anymore..."

Well, at the moment just now, Pani made up a lot of things that others didn't know.

Lin Yuner looked like a love professor and held up the glasses frame that did not exist on the bridge of her nose, "Don't be afraid! With me here, Oni, don't be discouraged, there will be a solution. And looking at that guy Xia Chen doesn't look like someone who is tangled in age, I will help you."

Looking at Yoona's face, Pani felt that a sacred golden light was almost emerging from her body, and the so-called savior was nothing more than that.

"Oni, you have to have some confidence in yourself. We are Girls' Generation! Goddess of the People! If you really go after a boy, I really don't believe anyone can refuse! When he comes back, we will..." Yoona said a lot of whispers in Pani's ear.

At the end of the day, Pani's face turned red to the ears.

"Will this not be good..." Pani was obviously moved by Yoona, but hesitated.

"Don't worry, Oni! I believe my judgment. This trick will definitely work. But after the matter is done, you have to let that little guy Xia Chen cook for me. The things this guy cooks cannot be more delicious. I never knew that a man could be so virtuous!"

“…”

Looking at the excited Yoona and Pani, Jessica felt very upset for some reason, "Tsk, isn't it just a stinky man? Are you as good as this exaggeration?"

"As for it, why don't it? If it weren't for Pani'uni, I would have planned to chase him. Although his personality is indeed strange, his skills are really nothing to say. I'm sure you must have never eaten what he cooked, otherwise you would never say that!" After Yoona said that, she seemed to have entered a state of memory, and seemed to be intoxicated by the delicacy of gods.

But somehow, compared with the comfort of Xia Chen that day and the delicious food table, Yoona seemed to like those words more, and her heart-pounding smile.

"You guys discuss it yourself. I'll go to bed first, I'm so sleepy."

Jessica has been busy all day today, both in a cafe and a CF. Although it is not a physical job, she is really tired. Now she just wants to have a good sleep. Anyway, although her destruction plan has not been implemented yet, it is estimated that it will not be too difficult to implement.

However, she secretly cared about Xia Chen. Although she did not admit Xia Chen, she was actually thinking about how to destroy Pani and Yoona's so-called plan, although she didn't even know why she did this.
Chapter completed!