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Chapter 55 Who is the screenwriter
Now that Du Ruan has said that, Qian Mengmeng can't say anything more.

When the two returned to the computer, Du Ruan took Qian Mengmeng's cell phone out of the drawer and handed it to her.

The reason why she hid her phone just now was to not let her see this bad thing and affect her emotions.

Now that things have happened, there is no need to detain her mobile phone.

Qian Mengmeng looked at the caller ID, it was from Sister Jin, so she didn't call back.

"Are you still drinking?" She looked up at Du Ruan, who was in a bad mood, and asked in a low voice.

Shaking her head, Du Ruan pinched her face, "Continue to eat breakfast. After breakfast, I will catch up on sleep. I wrote the script all night, and it's almost over."

"Patients with lazy cancer are working hard!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just look at my catching dragon claw|milk hand."

With a hey hey, Du Ruan put on an obscene pose and attacked Qian Mengmeng. Qian Mengmeng smiled and avoided, and walked quickly into the living room.

After the two happily ate breakfast, they went back to their rooms.

Du Ruan fell asleep hugging her husband—Yin Sang's body pillow, while Qian Mengmeng received a phone call unexpectedly.

Jing Chen actually called her!
The moment she saw the caller ID, Qian Mengmeng almost jumped up.

After taking a few deep breaths, she suppressed the restlessness of screaming, and pretended to be calm to connect the call.

"Who is it?" Jing Chen's slightly anxious voice came over just now when he raised the phone to his ear.

Qian Mengmeng was slightly startled, and explained after a while, "I'm Qian Mengmeng..."

"No, I'm asking you, who is the screenwriter of "The Impossible Time to Love"?"

With her eyes wide open, Qian Mengmeng subconsciously looked towards Du Ruan's room opposite.

Jing Chen seemed impatient. Before she could organize her words, he asked again, "It's not Shen Feiyu, who is that?"

In the future, don't mention to anyone that I am the screenwriter of "The Impossible Time to Love".Just treat this script as if it was really written by Shen Feiyu.

Du Ruan's voice rang in his mind, Qian Mengmeng pondered for a moment, and then said, "It's Shen Feiyu."

"Didn't you just say..."

"I posted it wrong, so I deleted Weibo."

On the other end of the call, Jing Chen was silent.Across the radio waves, Qian Mengmeng seemed to hear a faint sigh.

After a while, Jing Chen replied, "I see."

Immediately, the call was hung up.

Holding the phone in front of her and looking at it, Qian Mengmeng frowned.

Jingchen's tone sounded like he was very disappointed.

However, she didn't delve into it, but turned on her laptop and logged in to Weibo.

On Weibo, it was much more lively than before she didn't reply.There was even a trending topic about #谢萌萌抱脸不成反杂表#.

Qian Mengmeng clicked on it, and found that the Weibo post she had just posted, although it was quickly deleted by Du Ruan, was still seen and posted as a screenshot.

And on her Weibo homepage, the content about eating posted a few days ago was commented and forwarded by various people. The content, without exception, cursed her.

During the period, Jin Ping called again, telling her to hold her breath and never reply, let alone make any more stupid remarks.

"Your brain is really flooded, you dare to say anything nonsense. "Impossible" is Shen Feiyu's famous work, you say that, are you looking for trouble!" Jin Ping also taught her a lesson.

Facing the manager's lesson, Qian Mengmeng complied with everything.

At the same time, I feel sad for Du Ruan. "Impossible" was obviously written by Ruan Ruan, but she couldn't own it.

(End of this chapter)