Listening to the voices outside, Ni Bingyan fell asleep unconsciously.
When I woke up, my head felt a little groggy.
Pushing open the window and taking a deep breath of the cold air at the end of December, Ni Bingyan instantly became energetic!
Opening the door, the vice president was chatting with Sang Yuan about the new project outside.
Ni Bingyan picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on, said hello to the vice president, said something to Sang Yuan, and went to the yoga studio downstairs.
Most of the urban beauties in this building earn a lot of money. They are used to practicing yoga during their overtime work to stay in good shape and restore their energy. The business is booming.
Ni Bingyan was very familiar with the boss. When he saw her, the boss put down the half-drunk water, wiped his sweat and came over to say hello to her.
The heating in the room was very strong. The boss took the coat she took off and led her inside.
She is pregnant with two children, and Ni Bingyan is just over twenty-one weeks old at the moment, and looks like she is seven or eight months old.
Fortunately, she continued to exercise all year round, had a healthy schedule, healthy diet, and maintained a good mood, so she was pregnant well.
After practicing yoga, I went upstairs in a sweat.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, I came out to ask my secretary that Sang Yuan was in a meeting and the meeting was not over yet.
After going downstairs to eat, I went upstairs, opened the drawer, took a printed script, sat down on the large boss chair, and started reading quietly.
Although she is taking a break because of her child, her mailbox is still full of scripts.
Pick one you like now, and when work resumes, you might be able to join the group directly.
Seeing that it was past eight o'clock, Sang Yuan came back from the meeting and sat down, with a look of exhaustion on his face.
Ni Bingyan stood up and poured him a glass of water.
Sang Yuan took it and drank it, then breathed a sigh of relief.
He was extremely busy today, everyone could see it, but Ni Bingyan didn't ask, and he didn't complain.
The boss will complain, and the wage earner who earns money for him will probably hang himself.
Meals were delivered from the cafeteria, leaving those who worked overtime. Each person received a piece of braised fish, a crispy stir-fried dish of dace and lettuce with black bean sauce, and a piece of gold and silver rice mixed with chopped corn.
Ni Bingyan looked at the round red pepper rings on the braised fish and couldn't help but swallow.
She seemed hungry again.
Sang Yuan picked up the chopsticks and saw her staring at the fish in front of him. He felt funny in his heart, but frowned on his face, looking very sad.
"I don't know if this fish is awake? Wife, can you give me a taste? I'm most afraid of eating fish with a fishy smell."
Ni Bingyan immediately went over happily, picked up the chopsticks, pushed away the sauce on the fish, carefully picked up a small piece of the fish belly, and gently put it in his mouth.
There are several chefs in the cafeteria, but only one head chef.
The braised fish eaten by others may have been produced by several other people, but the braised fish eaten by the boss was definitely cooked by the head chef himself.
The braised fish is soft, tender and fragrant, with a great taste and even a little sweetness.
Ni Bingyan's eyes immediately lit up!
tasty!
If she ate it with her belly open, she could eat two full bowls of rice with just this fish!
The head chef still has superb cooking skills, worthy of his monthly salary of 38,000 yuan.
But she took one bite and stopped moving.
Putting down his chopsticks, he smiled brightly: "It's delicious, don't worry!"
Sang Yuan continued to frown and looked at her with distrust: "You only tasted a little bit, what kind of flavor can you taste? Or? Try it again?"
Ni Bingyan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Eat it quickly! I've already tasted it!"
Of course I knew in my heart that Sang Yuan said this because he was afraid that she would not be able to eat spicy food every day and would feel her mouth was tasteless. He was also afraid that she would feel guilty after eating it.
He couldn't help but speak more gently: "When the children are born next year, I can eat whatever I want. Don't worry about me, eh?"
There were still a lot of documents to be processed in the evening, and Sang Yuan didn't do any ink. He touched Ni Bingyan's belly and said to the children: "Children, daddy is going to start dinner!"
Just pick up the bowl and start.
Ni Bingyan continued to read the script.
The more I look at it, the less interesting it becomes.
It doesn't feel like anything new.
With her current celebrity status and no shortage of money, she basically doesn't need to consider acting in TV series. All she reads are movie scripts.
As the days passed and I read the script for a week, Ni Bingyan felt that it was boring and I could do it.
Just like most writers who first started writing because of the literary shortage, they came up with the idea of "I will do what I do". On this day, Ni Bingyan suddenly came up with the idea of writing his own script.
Ordinary people writing articles may still struggle with how to write an article, how to outline it, not knowing what makes it interesting for readers, and not knowing how to break up chapters.
It is too easy for Ni Bingyan to write scripts.
Because she has seen too many movies and knows how to write scripts.
As long as there is a story, she can turn it into a script without any technical difficulties.
Another thing is that after a screenwriter writes a script, he or she may not be able to sell it. After she writes a satisfactory script, she can immediately get a team to film it.
Not to mention that she was rich, even if she didn't have any money, she would stand in front of her husband, stretch out her little hand and say, "Brother, give me money."
She can get investors right away, or investors who won't give her a daughter, just take money and don't care much.
After filming, some films will never get a chance to be released if their quality is not up to standard or if their connections are not good enough. But this is different for her.
If you have the resources at hand, as long as the quality is decent, you can put it on the big screen.
In this way, the creative motivation will be extremely full!
After finishing the postgraduate exam, she was confused for only a week and found a new track to start writing.
Sang Yuan was very happy. Even if the office was occupied and she was afraid of disturbing her, she could only go to the conference room to work every day. She was still very happy.
The days passed by, and before I knew it, it was New Year's Day.
This day is also Ni Bingyan’s birthday.
Dad said yesterday that he was not free today and could not come to the capital.
Ni Bingyan is a little disappointed, which is understandable.
After all, her dad is not the kind of bright-eyed old man who only walks birds and dogs, plays cards, drinks tea and fishes after retirement, but is an entrepreneur, philanthropist, gourmet with a thriving career...
"My parents also have meetings to attend during the day. How about I take you out to eat at noon, go shopping after dinner, and get together as a family again in the evening?"
Ni Bingyan feels that her love brain has developed a bit since she got married. Even if Sang Yuan farts, she can still say that it smells good without her conscience.
After Sang Jingwen and his wife retired, they were still very busy. There was nothing wrong with this arrangement, and Ni Bingyan accepted it without hesitation.
We went to have hot pot for lunch. The soup base was very fresh and the seafood was also very fresh. Ni Bingyan ate small meals frequently and didn't eat much.
After eating, we came out and went shopping again.
Now that my figure is out of shape, I can’t buy clothes. I wear specially made shoes that won’t tire my feet, and I can’t buy them outside.
The two of them went to bookstores, maternity and baby stores, jewelry stores, handicraft stores...
I haven’t gone shopping for a long time, and all the major brands have released new styles.
Ni Bingyan is not the kind of person who buys without thinking. When she sees something she likes, she will think twice about using it and will never waste even a single point.
After shopping for a long time, she saw that it was getting dark, so she only bought a ribbed gold pot.
There is a screen set up in the goldware display window, which broadcasts the manufacturing process of this pot. From a piece of gold, it is forged into a pot, and even the spout is punched out. The handle and lid are also inlaid with rosewood to avoid burning your hands. , looks shiny and moist, and its exquisite craftsmanship is breathtaking.
Ni Bingyan was stunned at the door of the store and watched the video quietly for more than ten minutes, watching the video from beginning to end before holding Sang Yuan's hand and walking in.
The style of a store that relies on craftsmanship is very different from other stores.
When the two entered the store, the boss was reading a book.
Coated paper, beautifully printed, with forging details of cultural relics on it.
When he saw people coming in, he didn't flatter him and just let them look around without raising his head.
"Boss, how much does that teapot in the window cost?"
The manufacturing process of this pot is complicated. I just put it on display today. Unexpectedly, some knowledgeable people came to buy it.
The boss raised his head and smiled kindly: "This is a pure gold ribbed teapot with exquisite craftsmanship. It is sold with top-notch craftsmanship. The price is three hundred thousand."
Ni Bingyan nodded: "Very reasonable."
Sang Yuan swiped his card and paid without blinking.
Happy 30th birthday, wife.
Alas, the more I write, the more I dislike the yellow-faced man in my family. He even refuses to buy a coat. Alas, I misjudged him.
(End of chapter)
