The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 61 The Canary of the Gold Master [23]

If people talk about it, they will definitely make people think that it is idiotic and whimsical.

But when these words came out of Shen Fushui's moist red mouth, there was an inexplicable convincing force. .

She can always do things that he doesn't expect.

So he said, "Why did you mention this suddenly,... Interested?"

He looked at her quietly with his dignified eyebrows and deep eyes, but his overlapping slender fingers inadvertently increased his strength.

Shen Lang said lightly: "I have an idea."

Before she could finish speaking, Yun Mo raised his hand and motioned her to approach, "I'll talk about it later...come here."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and walked over slowly, "What's wrong?"

Yun Mo: "Come closer."

Shen Lang: "...It's done."

She bent down and approached, her eyes glowing with crystal water, looked straight into his eyes.

Yun Mo's eyes were slightly dark, and he raised his slender fingertips slightly, as if he wanted to touch her hair, but he paused lightly in mid-air, just caressing her in vain.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the dog was sick.

"madness."

She chuckled lightly.

Yun Mo casually withdrew his hand, his eyes were light, and he said in a low voice: "...the hair is oily."

"...?" Shen Fushui swallowed the words "You fart" expressionlessly.

She just took a shower before going out, hair oil?
This dog is hated because of love?
Gee.

Yun Mo gave a low laugh, sat up straight, and folded his slender legs gracefully.

"Tell me about your idea."

Shen Lang rolled his eyes lightly: "I have no idea."

"If you guessed right, your idea needs my investment."

"That's right," Shen Lang raised his eyes quietly, "Otherwise Mr. Yun thinks, what am I doing here?"

"Appreciate further details."

"I want to turn back time and merge space." The beauty sighed, as if she was talking about something extremely difficult, "... but there is not enough money."

For such a shocking research, the funds to be spent must be terrifying.Yun Mo was not surprised.

After all, even if the National Academy of Sciences valued her for such a naive idea without any scientific basis, it might not be willing to provide much useful help.

All she could think about was him.

This recognition made Yun Mo's deep eyes smile slightly.

It's just that there was no emotion on his face, and his thin crimson lips parted slightly, "Miss Shen, I think you understand... I'm a businessman, and if there is no profit, who will be responsible if there is a heavy loss?"

Shen Lang gave him a lazy look.

Don't think she doesn't know, this guy is about to monopolize Huaguo's economic chain in both open and secret industries, and he is still short of investment?

Not to mention, how could there be any possibility of failure in the research she did herself.

Messing around.

She casually came to a conclusion and laughed a little in her heart.

"Well, it's good to be cautious." She said, "What does Mr. Yun want...? Just ask, as long as I can do it."

"Any progress must be reported to me as soon as possible." Yun Mo said indifferently, "Can it be done?"

I thought he was going to say some unreasonable conditions, but I didn't expect it to be just this.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Of course."

Even if the two reached a cooperative relationship.

Even if the experimental materials Shen Lang needs are produced in Antarctic glaciers, Yun Mo can send them to her.

In the original world, she had already created a space-time machine, but it was only traveling vertically through time and space, that is, traveling through the past and the future in the traditional sense, and teleportation.

But now, the project she wants to study is more advanced.

Multiple dimensions of time and space, parallel spaces, and the law of time... She has to incorporate them all into the little idea that has not yet formed in her mind.

She didn't give up the original owner's career out of conscience, but reduced her schedule and work.

The shooting process of "The Boudoir" was slow, and Director Zhou kept improving, and the atmosphere on the set was often low and tense.

But no one complained, after all, with such a rigorous shooting, it is hard for this movie to become a classic.

Shen Lang finally finished.

Director Zhou already admired Shen Lang very much, and once she was finished, he even asked Zhou Yaoyao to wrap a big red envelope for her, changing his initial displeasure with her.

"Langlang, my dad said that I will invite you to act in his play in the future." Zhou Yaoyao's eyes were slightly red, and she didn't know whether she was reluctant or happy for Shen Lang, "Let's play together again in the future..."

"Come on, don't cry," Shen Fushui laughed, his fox eyes sparkling, "It's not like I'm dead."

"No..." Zhou Yaoyao wrinkled her little nose, trying to hold back the faltering tears, "Langlang was too bitter before, after this drama airs, you will definitely become even more popular!"

The beauty smiled softly: "I would like to borrow your good words."

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Next, Shen Lang didn't take on new dramas on purpose, he almost cut off all communication with the outside world, and devoted himself to research.

…which is exactly what the man in the position with the financial lifeblood wants to see.

He visited her laboratory himself.

With his investment, the laboratory has expanded a lot, and the equipment and instruments are the most advanced.

It was the first time for him to see Shen Lang seriously doing experiments.

The white light flowed slightly on her side face, the long and curly eyelashes hung down gently, and a few strands of hair scattered from the ears, which made her face look like jade porcelain.

She was wearing a white coat of abstinence and indifference, like a doctor who is not sympathetic...if she didn't know her true nature.

Yun Mo's dark eyes flickered slightly, and fell on the tightly wrapped body... He knew that what was wrapped inside was something he had dreamed about many times.

Shen Lang lowered his head, fiddling with a chip in his hand, on the snow-white gloves, the chip was petite and cute, shimmering.

"...Semi-finished product." She sneered and threw it away.

Then she glanced at him lightly, "Mr. Yun is worried about me, so he came here specially to take a look?"

"Worry?...It's a little bit." Yun Mo's voice was low.

"Come on, let's talk," Shen Fushui lowered his head again, checking the experimental data, "What's the matter?"

"It's true that you don't even want to be polite anymore." Yun Mo smiled lowly, "You have been nominated for the Thousand Altar Award, let me tell you."

The Thousand Altar Award is the most prestigious award in the domestic film industry, and its gold content can be imagined.

Yun Mo was still a little emotional after getting such recognition for his first play after enlightenment.

And Shen Huoshui's reaction was always beyond his expectation.

She paused slightly, raised her long eyebrows: "...only one Thousand Altar Award?"

If you listen carefully, you can hear a bit of depression.

"..." Yun Mo.

"You are completely out of the circle." You know, as a tepid online black vase, even if there is an original song by Fengshen, it will be difficult to reverse the public's corrupt impression of her in a short period of time.

But this time it is a pursuit of victory.

Obviously, Xing Ming made the right move in this move.

"The Boudoir" received rave reviews.

In just one week, the number of hits reached 20 billion.

What is this concept?
(End of this chapter)