In fact, after a director has experienced many years of directorial career, he will inevitably enter a creative bottleneck period. This bottleneck period is long or short, but will never be eliminated.

Even when the director creates a film and television drama, this symptoms will worsen.

To be honest, although Peng Hui can easily and happily film and television dramas now, it is because the scenes he shoots are very simple.

Another thing is that although he filmed it himself based on the original drama, it also has the basis of the original drama.

If you ask him to write a purely original story now, it will be a bit too embarrassing for him.

It's not that I can't write it.

It's just going to be very slow.

The bus on the Seine River has passed.

Peng Hui originally planned to return to Xihong City.

However, he unexpectedly received a call from Zhuge Dali.

"Is there something wrong?" Peng Hui asked strangely.

As one of the company's artists, Peng Hui naturally had Zhuge Dali's phone number.

After all, sometimes you need to contact us.

However, he would not take the initiative to contact Zhuge Dali on weekdays.

After all, it is better to keep a distance from some things.

"Old...ban--" After pausing, Zhuge Dali said, "My mother wants to treat you to a meal."

"Oh?" Peng Hui blinked in surprise, not expecting it.

However, this is also a very normal requirement, and Peng Hui did not think much about it.

"Yes, when?"

"Aren't you in Shanghai now? Is it okay now?" Zhuge Dali asked.

"Uh--Okay." Peng Hui was a little surprised, but he still agreed.

When they arrived at the agreed location, Peng Hui opened the door of the private room.

However, what surprised Peng Hui was that Zhuge Dali was the only one in the private room.

Her mother is not there.

Peng Hui was a little surprised.

"My mother just answered the phone and left." Zhuge Dali twisted his body a little twisted, as if he seemed a little embarrassed.

Peng Hui nodded, but his eyes were a little curious.

Pulling open the chair, Peng Hui sat opposite Zhuge Dali.

Through a table, the atmosphere between the two was very subtle.

After all, Zhuge Dali's mother originally invited Peng Hui, but now that her mother has left, Zhuge Dali is left.

When a lonely man and a widow are together, problems will inevitably arise.

"What's the matter?" Peng Hui was a man after all, so he asked: "If it wasn't a big deal, I'll leave first."

"That's right." Zhuge Dali's face turned red, then took a deep breath, and said directly: "My mother wants to see you, and wants to figure out whether you are interested in me."

Looking at Zhuge Dali, who was still saying such shameful words, Peng Hui was really funny.

After calming down, Peng Hui asked with a smile: "What? Is your mother urging her to get married?"

"Of course not..." Zhuge Dali was a little embarrassed, but since she spoke, she naturally had no intention of stopping and said directly: "She doesn't want me to fall in love so early."

"Ash?" Peng Hui looked at Zhuge Dali with some surprise and asked in confusion: "Although I don't have that mind anymore, I remember you were born in the millennium. Now you are twenty years old. Does your mother still forbid you from falling in love?"

"She can't forbid me to fall in love." Zhuge Dali shook his head and said seriously: "But she doesn't want me to get married so early."

Peng Hui was stunned for a moment, then woke up.

To put it bluntly, although Zhuge Dali's mother did not forbid her daughter from dating, she was worried that her daughter had never been dating and was deceived, so she hoped to delay it.

This will naturally be beneficial to Zhuge Dali.

A man who really likes her will not refuse this situation.

And if a man who can't wait and only thinks about Zhuge Dali's body is not worth paying attention to.

After Peng Hui understood, he was a little amused.

"I don't have any feelings for you." Peng Hui explained helplessly.

"Oh——" Zhuge Dali looked at Peng Hui without saying a word.

Shrugged, Peng Hui had no intention of explaining more, and said casually: "I have no idea about you. If you have a boy you like, go chase me, don't worry about me."

"Then why do you give me such good treatment?" Zhuge Dali looked at Peng Hui and asked softly.

"I said, I'm going to film."

"You can't sign me." Zhuge Dali said seriously: "I don't plan to film anyway."

"I signed you not because you want to film or not, but because I want to do it. When I was shooting a certain type of film, there must be an artist company like pseudo-man!" Peng Hui said seriously: "You can understand it as investment, and investment always has risks and returns. What is risk? It is to lose money, but as long as you can make a fortune, I can make a lot of money! You shouldn't be too difficult to understand, right?"

"Oh——" Zhuge Dali nodded.

But for some reason, I actually felt a slight loss in my heart.

After calming down, Zhuge Dali suppressed this thought, looked at Peng Hui, and said seriously: "No matter what, I still want to thank you."

"Yeah, I'll leave if it's okay."

"Let's stay for a meal."

"The food has not been served again, so I won't eat it." Peng Hui shook his head and got up to leave.

"If you don't mind... let's go to the apartment and cook for you personally, as your reward for helping me." Zhuge Dali's words made Peng Hui swallow what he originally wanted to refuse.

"Okay." Although Peng Hui didn't want to have any relationship with Zhuge Dali, what he said was right.

She signed such a good contract for her, and it was reasonable that she should treat herself to eat once.

But this time, it's outside after all, so it's easy to have problems.

Although Zhuge Dali is not an artist, Peng Hui is still a little famous.

It would be bad if someone saw it.

The two left the room and realized that the meal was ready.

But the two are leaving, what should we do?

"Pack up." Peng Hui said with a smile: "Anyway, I'm going to the apartment, so I'm taking it back for Zhang Wei and the others to eat."

"Oh." Zhuge Dali was stunned, and then asked curiously: "Is Zhang Wei back?"

"Yes." When Zhuge Dali took the initiative to mention Zhang Wei, Peng Hui was excited and felt gossipy.

"How do you feel about Zhang Wei?" Peng Hui quipped with a smile.

"Zhang Wei?" Zhuge Dali was stunned, then thought for a while, and replied seriously: "It's pretty good, but he is very lucky. Although he is good, he is not very tuned."

"Is it possible for you and him?" Peng Hui asked curiously.

"Me?he?" Zhuge Dali was stunned, and then said with a funny look: "Impossible."

"Why?" This time, it was Peng Hui's turn to be surprised.
Chapter completed!