I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 282: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (38)

The camera turns and Ye Zhao returns home in a bad mood.

Because he was delayed at Lu Zhihuai's place for a while, he came back later than Wang Ma.

Aunt Wang, who had returned home before him, looked at him, noticing the heavy and gloomy aura emanating from him, and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

"Master Ye, you..."

Mother Wang hesitated, worried that asking directly would only worsen his sorrow.

Facing Wang Ma's frequent concerned glances, he forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

"Young Master Ye, the young master is just angry with you. Actually, he still cares about you very much. He still remembers that you are allergic to nectarines."

Mother Wang welcomed him into the house, closed the door and racked her brains to comfort him.

Ye Zhao changed his shoes and nodded indifferently.

"I hope."

Actually, the protagonist just doesn't want the scumbag to die in front of him and dirty his eyes.

According to his observation, the protagonist has not been reborn yet, and he is already extremely disgusted with the scumbag.

I guess it's impossible for them to quarrel and then make up like in the original novel.

This plot is completely ruined...

That's going to be difficult. I can't get the property transfer documents, and the share transfer documents are still on the way...

Ye Zhao sighed and was at a loss.

After hearing this, Wang Ma felt even worse. Young Master Ye must love the Young Master more than she imagined.

The young master is such a scumbag. He is with the person of his dreams, but he just says he doesn't like her anymore.

While she was defending him, she didn't want him to be immersed in sadness, so she quickly changed the subject, "Young Master Ye, can I find a vase for your flowers?"

Ye Zhao shook his head, "No, I can handle it myself."

As he said that, he walked straight to the back door and came to the back garden.

Mother Wang wiped her tears and looked at his receding back, her heart broken.

Woo woo woo.

It's all her fault for being useless and unable to help.

She wanted to help Young Master Ye, but she was also a weak person. She was frightened when she met Shen Qingshu's eyes, and still failed to stand up for Young Master Ye.

However, she has already talked to Madam Shen, so maybe she can help.

Ye Zhao knew nothing about this episode.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the back garden.

Under the jasmine tree planted against the wall, fallen leaves and petals covered the soil.

He looked at the flowers in his arms with a heavy heart.

From morning to afternoon, it has become a bit dry.

Before long, it will dry up and die.

Just like Shen Qingshu's love for him, it disappeared along with it.

He recalled the scene when Lu Zhihuai asked him for flowers, and he refused after careful consideration.

If Shen Qingshu hadn't been obsessed with him, he wouldn't have turned to someone else.

He promised him that on their wedding night, this was a promise.

Even if Shen Qingshu's love for him will never come back.

He squatted down and pulled out the small shovel stuck in the ground.

A hole was dug under the jasmine tree.

Gently put all the jasmine flowers in your arms into it, and fill it with soil little by little until it is buried and flattened.

The wind blew gently, and the flowers on Jasmine's book fell like snow.

She came over and kissed his beautiful face.

When one flower touches your hair, the fragrance lingers.

……

Five days later, the wedding leave came to an end.

Shen Qingshu's injuries gradually healed.

But after he recovered from his injury and was discharged from the hospital, he did not come back and went straight to the hotel.

Ye Zhao learned this from his bodyguard.

Ye Zhao couldn't find out which hotel it was.

If there is anything needed, the bodyguard will come back to get it.

Ye Zhao looked sad and disheartened on the surface, but actually he was eating and drinking after the performance.

I only take games to heart.

I also quietly bought some snacks recently, which are suitable for eating while playing games or watching TV series.

Don't live happily anymore.

……

Ye Zhao sat in the vice president's office in a towering office building in a bustling city.

At this moment, he stared at the script in his hand, his sharp eyes seemed to burn a hole in it.

Secretary Song below was good at observing people's expressions and shrank his shoulders when he saw him like this.

Trying to lower your sense of existence through this unrealistic fantasy.

Every time she saw him like this, she had a bad feeling.

As expected, Ye Zhao threw down the script, looked annoyed, and loosened his tie.

His irritated gaze thrust forward, "Who adapted this script?"

Just attack with the genuine card.

Who else could.

he knows.

But he couldn't say.

Secretary Song added at the right time, "Mr. Pei has stayed here all night, and this is the revised third edition."

Ye Zhao was dissatisfied, his brows knitted into a big "chuan" shape. "The first part was somewhat similar to the original, but only slightly. The middle part started to deviate, and the end was a complete mess."

"Why, is it popular now to trick people into coming in and kill them?"

Secretary Song remained silent.

She knew very well that she was just an employee and he was not asking for her opinion.

Ye Zhao stood up, placed his hands on the table, and poked the spread-out script with his fingertips. "Tell him to rewrite it. I don't need his little tricks. I just want to restore it."

"But this screenwriter is highly regarded in the industry. He's been assigned to some hot, major projects. He's popular with the audience... and he's also popular with the general manager..."

Secretary Song's eyes were evasive and he lacked confidence.

It's not that she is cruel, but she has no other choice.

When her house collapsed, no one understood how devastated she was.

From then on, she completely gave up and out of sight, out of mind.

It's a good thing that the vice president has this intention.

But there is a general manager above him, cough cough.

The general manager likes this and he comes up with all kinds of ideas.

This screenwriter has a long criminal record and is not completely innocent in this matter.

Ye Zhao understood, "I'll handle the general manager's side. As for the screenwriter, you can ask him to make the changes now."

Secretary Song felt uneasy. "This might be a little difficult."

Ye Zhao frowned, "What do you mean?"

Secretary Song chuckled, "The screenwriter is currently out of town attending an event."

"Call him and ask him to come back." Ye Zhao's eyes were full of coldness.

Secretary Song quickly agreed, "Yes, I'll go right away."

Go out and take away and close the door.

Ye Zhao looked at the script, puzzled.

So, the real top was saved by the protagonist because of this poverty, and fell in love with the protagonist after a few interactions?

Is it the general manager's problem that's bigger, or does the real attacker just love to bring down paper men?

If it was the latter, he would have had no choice but to replace the actor in the face of such a serious deviation from the script.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

I picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was Madam Shen.