Then... help people to the end!

Seeing that the two had a good chat, Mr. Qu was also satisfied and immediately reminded Han Fei.

"Thanks to the help of Brother Meng, we were able to raise the funds this time. Can't you give Brother Meng a drink?"

"Yes, yes! I...I propose a toast to you!" Han Fei quickly raised the barley tea in his hand.

"Haha! Director Han is too polite. All of us are just interested in your talent and talent. How can someone who makes money for everyone come here to respect you?

It should be us who should respect you! Everyone, right?"

"Yes, yes! Director Han, it's up to you whether you can make money from this investment! Come on, come on! Let's toast to the famous directors of the future!"

Mr. Qu naturally followed the good deeds and agreed cheerfully.

Director Han?

Will I become a Korean director now?

This sudden new title immediately made Han Fei's whole body feel light and airy, as if he had stepped on cotton under his feet, so that he didn't even notice that the cup had been changed.

He drank it down in one gulp, his face flushed with excitement.

Meng Lang watched this scene with a smile, and then looked at his watch.

"Mr. Qu, you see it's getting late. Otherwise, we'll be here today. I'll go back and inform my friend so that she can contact you as soon as possible?"

"Okay, okay! I'll leave everything to Mr. Meng!" The chubby Mr. Qu smiled more like a Maitreya Buddha.

Mr. Qu went to check out, and Meng Lang and the others walked to the parking lot together.

"Where is Director Han from? A local? It's good to be close to home!"

"How many years have you been working? Is it hard to be a screenwriter? Is your spare time rich? What sports do you like?"

"..."

Under Yan Weiwei's somewhat strange gaze, Meng Lang pulled Han Fei along the way, talking about it with enthusiasm, and his mouth almost never stopped.

Han Fei was confused all the way as Meng Lang directed him all the way. Meng Lang kept leading the topic, so he had no time to think about other things.

"By the way, is Director Han married?" Meng Lang thought hard and found a new topic.

"Uh...you are kidding, I don't have a girlfriend yet."

"Oh! Then Director Han needs to hurry up. As a man, your career is booming, how can you fall in love? Have you fallen in love with someone?"

"Well... to tell you the truth, I have had a crush on my childhood sweetheart, the girl next door, since I was in high school, and I swore not to marry anyone other than her.

It's a pity that she later became a goddess, but I failed in my career, so I didn't have the courage to confess..."

Han Fei scratched his head in embarrassment.

high school?

Is that 18 years old? Now you are over thirty and still not married...

emm…

Although the story is very touching, at least... you have fulfilled your vow not to marry her unless you have her?

"Director Han, I'm not telling you this. How can you be so timid about confessing your feelings?" Meng Lang said with a serious look on his face.

“The longer a person’s feelings are buried, the harder it is to let them go!

One day you will understand that it is never time that can heal a long-lasting relationship, but the relief in your heart.

Ask yourself, can you really let go of this relationship?

We always say that time remains the same, but we don’t know if your feelings are still the same as before?”

After Meng Lang finished speaking, he let out a long sigh and patted his shoulder with a sad expression on his face.

"You have to know that the purpose of confession is to express your feelings, not to ask for a relationship..."

Han Fei was stunned.

We always say that time remains the same, but we don’t know if it is the same as before?

The so-called confession is to express one's feelings, not to ask for a relationship?

These two sentences were like a ray of light, instantly illuminating the fog in Han Fei's heart.

"But I..."

"Now that you have a successful career and are about to reach the peak of your life, why don't you still strive for your own happiness?

Trust me! If you don’t want to regret it later, just confess it right away!”

Meng Lang said inspiring words and forced Han Fei into the driver's seat.

"I...should I really go?" Han Fei held the steering wheel, with the last trace of cowardice and struggle remaining on his face.

"Nonsense! If you stop the car, you don't love her enough!"

Han Fei finally got excited and gritted his teeth!

"Okay! I'll give it a go!"

"Buzz~"

Watching the second-hand crowd roaring away, Meng Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead.

Fortunately, I am finally lame...

"Huh? What's wrong with you? Why are you in a daze?"

"Oh? No... nothing?"

Yan Weiwei panicked and gathered her hair that was messed up by the sea breeze to cover up her recent gaffe.

This guy...how can he act like a life coach...

Meng Lang glanced at her doubtfully, without thinking much, turned around and took out his cell phone.

"Hey! 122? I'm reporting someone for drunk driving! Yes! The license plate number is..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

She was confused and immediately became confused in the wind!

Damn it!

Where is the life coach you promised?

The Korean director was so enthusiastic that I thought you were going to give me a thumbs up.

As a result, he hit 122 on the back foot?

Snake disease?!

Meng Lang ignored Yan Weiwei, who was stunned, and looked in the direction Han Fei left with a smile...

The cup just now is a 25ml cup, 55° white wine.

The blood alcohol content detected was about 30ml...

With this kind of alcohol concentration, according to the Road Traffic Safety Law, the driver's license will be suspended for six months and a fine of not less than 1,000 yuan but not more than 2,000 yuan will be imposed.

Well! I can only help you so far for the time being.
Chapter completed!