The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Su Yayan was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what Huo Chenhuan meant. She hugged his arm and said flatly with a smile: "If you don't look for it, you won't be looking for it. With such a powerful husband, why should I find someone else? you."

Huo Chenhuan laughed, enjoying the kindness from his daughter-in-law with peace of mind.

"I heard that the TV drama you were rejected is about ancient operas? Have you seen all the scripts?"

"I've seen it, the script is very good." She didn't want to fool around just because she was very good.

The painstaking effort of the original author, the crew and the actors and actresses. In the end, it would be better to not shoot if you only want to shoot a four-not-like thing.

Huo Chenhuan thought for a while and comforted: "If you bring the script tomorrow, they will agree."

Su Yayan looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he was so sure.

This surprise and doubt lasted until the next morning, when the two set out to find Director Luo.

"Why are you so sure, he will agree?"

"Although Dao Luo has a bad temper, he loves his wife very much. Basically, he will listen to what his wife says."

"Huh?" Aren't they talking about filming? Why is it that Dao Luo is hurting his wife suddenly?

"Roman's wife is a well-known vocal artist, and she has a lot of research on Chinese opera. She should be very interested in the subject matter of your play."

Su Yayan was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what Huo Chenhuan meant: "You mean, as long as I can win the support of Mrs. Luo, Director Luo will definitely be willing to take this drama?"

"Ok."

Su Yayan's eyes lightened slightly, and she felt a little more confident about this action.

Huo Chenhuan saw the change in her expression in his eyes, and the corners of her lips rose a bit.

It was almost noon when the two arrived at Luo's house, and the old couple lived in a small, unpretentious apartment building.

It was Luo Baogeng himself who heard the door opening opening the door for them. This guide Luo looked very serious, just like the rumors, his eyebrows were suddenly raised at the end, and he belonged to the type of not angry and self-pretentious.

He saw the two of them froze for a while, and it took him a long time to think of something, and asked in a low voice: "Are you here to find Linghua?"

Luo Baogeng’s wife was named Song Linghua.

"Yes, I am Xie Jingyi's son, and I came to see Aunt Song specially today."

Hearing that he was looking for his wife, Luo Baogeng's expression eased a little, and he stepped aside: "Come in."

As soon as the two men entered the room, a gentle voice came from inside: "Lao Luo, who is it?"

"It's Jingyi's child, who came to see you."

"Jingyi's child?" When the voice fell, an elegant old lady in a light gray cheongsam walked out of the back room.

According to Huo Chenhuan, the old lady should be in her sixties or seventies.

But years seemed to treat this old lady very kindly. Although it can be seen from the appearance that she is indeed getting older, the natural gentle and graceful temperament can make people ignore her age and follow her unconsciously. Rotate.

"I remember." Song Linghua looked at Huo Chenhuan up and down, and smiled slightly, "Are you Jingyi's youngest son? Yesterday I called me, look at my memory, the older I am, the more useless it is. Yeah."

Immediately, I saw Su Yayan next to Huo Chenhuan again, and said in doubt: "This is..."

Huo Chenhuan shook Su Yayan's hand: "This is my wife."

Su Yayan was also clever, and hurriedly shouted: "Good Aunt Song, Good Uncle Luo."