Chapter 78 Waste of My Electricity

I don't know how long it took, but Zeng Jun was the only one left in the room. He was standing at the window smoking, with a clean chessboard on the floor.

"Sir, Mr. Lin has left. He asked me to tell you." The housekeeper knocked on the door and came in, and said to Zeng Juan who was standing by the window.

Seeing that Zeng Juan didn't answer, the housekeeper closed the door and left.

Zeng Juan took a puff of cigarette and looked at the slender figure retreating through the window, recalling what she had just said in his mind.

Outsiders say that Director Zeng is now making commercial films to cater to the public's tastes and to make money. After all, the audience for artistic films is small, and you, Director Zeng, are no longer the purest director who is dedicated to interpreting his own thoughts through his works. But I feel that you, Director Zeng, are just unconvinced. You want to tell others that there are so many types of movies, and artistic films or commercial films are just one of them. A truly excellent director can master any of them with ease.

Someone once said: "Ah Juan, I never think that making commercial films is secular. Commercial films have a large audience. I want more people to see my movies and my world."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his vision blurry.

Let more people see his world?

Xia Ning left the villa, looked at the white swing in the garden, and suddenly stopped, long-standing memories echoed in her mind.

The swing is swinging, and the little figure is stretched by the sunshine. The whole world is bright, flowers are blooming, and it is beautiful and gorgeous.

"Little sister, why are you playing here alone?" A tall figure appeared from behind and enveloped her.

The little girl turned back and looked up at the black shadow, "I'm waiting for my mother." She turned back and stared at her feet, wanting to fly higher.

"Your mother is here? Oh, so your mother works in this villa?"

"No, my mother is an actress, and she came here to audition today."

"The role you are auditioning for today is the heroine. It is not easy for your mother to get the heroine. Can you tell me who your mother is?"

"My mother can definitely do it. My mother's name is..."

Xia Ning suddenly came back to her senses, her pupils tightened slightly, she tightened the bag in her hand, looked away, and left the parking lot.

In the empty parking lot, the only sound of high heels could be heard. Xia Ning took out her car keys and turned on her mobile phone.

As soon as I turned on my phone, the call came.

This time it was not Qiao Yu who called, but Enoch.

Thinking that she hadn't told her son that she would be filming starting tomorrow and they wouldn't be able to see each other for a while, she felt a little guilty. She had neglected Enoch too much, and she might not be able to make up for it in this life.

She picked up the phone directly.

"Hey, Enoch, mom has to go to work now and it will take a while before she comes back. You have to be good and listen to dad..."

"Xia Ning, it's me." The man's deep voice on the phone interrupted Xia Ning's words.

Xia Ning was stunned for a moment, then said impatiently: "Qiao Yu, is this interesting to you?!"

When she didn't answer his call, he called her using her son's mobile phone number. Isn't this a snake syndrome? !

"Where are you?" Qiao Yu's voice on the phone sounded a bit unhappy.

Xia Ning opened the car door, threw her bag in, and sneered, "It's none of your business. Stop calling me and wasting my energy." She hung up the phone immediately.

Why didn't she find him so annoying before? As if he was haunted, Xia Ning frowned and was about to sit in the cockpit, when a dark shadow suddenly shrouded her from behind.

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