Yang Fan ignored Xia Ruhua's silence, but picked up his phone and flipped through Yang Qingmeng's script.
Yang Qingmeng asked him to give his comments and see if there was anything that could be improved on the details and plot of the script.
Yang Fan looked at the plot of the script carefully. It was a historical plot of intrigue.
There are very few women who can understand this type of script, but Yang Qingmeng is such a woman.
Yang Fan carefully flipped through the documents on his phone, becoming more and more fascinated.
But Xia Ruhua lowered her head now, with mixed feelings in her heart.
For the first time, she felt the sourness in her heart, and gradually understood why Yang Fan was so sensitive and petty before.
If I were myself, I would be the same.
Why am I so cold to myself? It's because I'm busy with work and don't tell myself anything.
Work is more important than wife.
Just before today, she worked wholeheartedly and never paid attention to Yang Fan's thoughts.
Therefore, she regards work as more important than her husband.
It is easy to understand why Yang Fan is causing trouble.
But now Yang Fan doesn't make trouble anymore, and he doesn't ask himself, let alone whether there are other men around him or whether he has ever been drunk.
Overnight, everything seemed to have changed.
And she should be happy. Isn't Yang Fan's change what she wants?
Don’t constrain yourself in your work, don’t ask yourself what you have done, and have 100% trust in yourself.
But why do I feel so uncomfortable? Do I feel sour?
Thinking of this, Xia Ruhua raised her head and looked at Yang Fan seriously.
"Yang Fan, I'm sorry."
She and Yang Fan apologized and admitted their mistake.
Yang Fan looked at the script attentively, with a smile on his face. He was so focused that he didn't hear Xia Ruhua's words at all.
When Xia Ruhua saw Yang Fan's reaction, she felt even more complicated.
It turns out...this is what it feels like to be ignored.
"Yang Fan!"
She shouted loudly and raised her voice.
Yang Fan reacted when Xia Ruhua called her like this, and looked at Xia Ruhua with confusion in his eyes.
Xia Ruhua took a deep breath, feeling like her lungs were going to explode.
"Yang Fan, I'm sorry. I didn't consider your idea before. I will change it later."
Xia Ruhua apologized solemnly to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan looked at her in surprise. He didn't expect that she would apologize to him. Wasn't the sun rising in the west?
When will Xia Ruhua admit her mistakes? In the past, I had some conflicts and quarrels with her, and I was always the first to apologize and give in.
"It's nothing, I'm not angry."
Yang Fan shook his head, then looked at the time, it was already half past eight in the evening.
"Aren't you leaving?"
He asked Xia Ruhua.
Xia Ruhua's breathing became rapid again, and her face turned red.
"Do you really want me to leave?"
She stared at Yang Fan with red eyes and asked.
"No, aren't you busy? There is a dinner party every night."
"Just go about your business, work is the most important thing."
Yang Fan waved his hand, and then continued to focus on the script.
"Yang Qingmeng is indeed a talented young screenwriter. This historical plot drama she wrote is really very good."
Yang Fan shook his head in admiration, his face full of admiration.
The background is fictional, the Great Xia Dynasty, and the protagonist is Wang Ling, the concubine of Marquis Jingyuan. He has not been loved by his father since he was a child, and his mother is his stepmother. His biological mother is a humble singer who died when he was seven years old.
It was in this situation that he grew up.
After he turned eighteen, Marquis Jingyuan's father passed away, and his stepmother kicked him out and only gave him thirty taels of silver, which was extremely harsh.
So the eighteen-year-old Wang Ling moved out to live alone. He wanted to take the imperial examination, become an official, and change his destiny.
Unfortunately, the Great Xia Dynasty was under attack from foreign enemies, and the Great Xia Dynasty was retreating steadily.
By chance, he met the heroine Situ Ying, a ranger's daughter who was very skilled in martial arts. She was almost caught because she failed to assassinate an enemy envoy.
But he was seriously injured and hid in Wang Ling's home.
So a legend slowly unfolded.
Xia Ruhua only felt that she seemed redundant at home. Her eyes were red and she wanted to leave.
But she couldn't leave. She didn't have a meal today and it was a rare day of rest.
And she also wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Yang Fan to consolidate the relationship between husband and wife.
She also knew that during this period, she went a little too far, but she didn't realize it.
Now that you realize it, you should treat Yang Fan well.
But Yang Fan's mind was not on himself, he was completely silent on his work, no, immersed in Yang Qingmeng's script.
She met Yang Qingmeng in the company today. She had to say that she was a very beautiful and graceful girl. She was three or four years younger than her. She was in her innocent and romantic girlhood.
When she thought about her husband working as a security guard for Yang Qingmeng, and that the two of them had common topics and were even friends, she felt complicated and uncomfortable.
"Yang Fan, please listen to what I have to say first, okay?"
Xia Ruhua smiled helplessly and looked at Yang Fan to signal.
She no longer expects Yang Fan to treat her well, but she still hopes that Yang Fan can respect her and not be so cold to her.
Even if I am not qualified to ask him like this.
Because the attitude Yang Fan is taking now is the same attitude she had towards Yang Fan before.
"Okay, tell me."
Yang Fan looked away from the phone screen and looked at Xia Ruhua.
Xia Ruhua stood up, picked up her bag, took out her wallet from the bag, and took out a bank card and placed it on the coffee table.
"There is 100,000 yuan here. Didn't you say that Orange Films wants you to compensate 100,000 yuan?"
"I scraped together the money in the past two days, and went to borrow some from others. I've scraped together one hundred thousand, you can use it to pay back the money."
In order to collect the 100,000 yuan, she went to find Zhao Mingyao, her boss. Now she is Zhao Mingyao's female secretary.
Zhao Mingyao readily took out 100,000 yuan, but she only wanted 50,000 yuan, and then adding her savings, she got exactly 100,000 yuan.
Originally, she wanted to give this card to Yang Fan when Yang Fan came to their company at noon.
But Yang Fan left in a hurry, and she had no chance to say anything.
I'm going home now, just in time to give the money to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan saw Xia Ruhua take out the card and put it on the coffee table.
He smiled: "Thank you very much for remembering this."
"But it's not necessary anymore, someone paid for it for me."
Yang Fan said, pushed the bank card to Xia Ruhua, and then continued to look at the phone screen.
Xia Ruhua burst into tears instantly, covering her face and crying loudly.
"Yang Fan, you, what exactly do you want me to do, woo woo..."
At this moment, Xia Ruhua felt particularly aggrieved. She felt that everything she had done was in vain and meaningless.
Because Yang Fan would not be grateful to her at all, and would even think that she was just showing off.
"By the way, speaking of money, I remembered it."
At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly remembered something, and immediately took out 10,000 yuan in cash from the drawer and handed it to Xia Ruhua.
"This ten thousand yuan is what Sister Hui pays back to you."
"This is because of the incident with her ex-husband Ma Kang. Didn't you give Ma Kang 10,000 yuan? Sister Hui said she paid out the money."
"Take it."
Yang Fan pointed at the 10,000 yuan and said.
Xia Ruhuateng stood up and stopped squatting.
"Young man named Yang, are you deliberately angry with me?"
"You insulted me, didn't you?"
"Why should she, Wenhui, pay for it? I am your wife. If I don't spend money to keep you out, who will?"
"Who the hell is she? Why should she give me money? I don't want it!"
Yang Fan saw that Xia Ruhua was angry at the moment, with tears still hanging on her cheeks. She was crying and angry for a while, which was a little unpredictable.
"Okay, don't cry, don't be angry, there's no need."
"Come, wipe your tears."
Yang Fan took out a tissue and handed it to Xia Ruhua.
Xia Ruhua took the tissue fiercely, wiped her tears, then took a deep breath and said again: "Yang Fan, I know you hate me, just because you are in jail, I didn't look at you."
"Because during this time, I never paid attention to you."
"And because Xu Ning and I got so close, we even recognized a godbrother, right?"