My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 835 - 754: Too Many Kissing Scenes

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Chapter 835: Chapter 754: Too Many Kissing Scenes

The eyes of the office leadership were all fixed on him, each feeling uneasy, thinking that the supervisor was doomed.

Meng Yan nodded: "That’s all, let’s adjourn the meeting."

"But, President Meng, there’s still a deal worth over three hundred million we haven’t discussed," the secretary quietly reminded him.

Meng Yan stood up tall and walked out the door with his long legs: "You can make the decisions yourselves, don’t ask me about everything."

What a joke, if he finished the meeting, Hua Tiantian would have been snatched away already, he couldn’t wait even a minute.

Qin Miaomiao was deliberately watching Meng Yan’s antics, having finished her work, she kept looking at her phone, oddly realizing Meng Yan hadn’t called even once.

Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but find it strange, wondering if Meng Yan had changed his ways. Then the next moment she got a call from the director, saying Meng Yan had directly stormed onto the set, demanding the screenwriter change the script, saying there were too many kissing scenes between the male and female leads and requesting to cut some.

Changing the script was common, but Meng Yan didn’t stop at having the script changed—he also demanded the male lead keep a distance of more than five steps from the female lead. Five steps made it difficult for them to even hold hands, let alone any more intimate actions.

The director repeatedly assured him that the kissing scenes were simulated with camera angles and had good precautions, but Meng Yan was still unhappy, and the director had to call Qin Miaomiao to personally talk to Meng Yan.

Qin Miaomiao was both amused and exasperated, originally intending a harmless joke, but Meng Yan took it so seriously, storming onto the set to threaten the director—it was indeed something only he could do.

Meng Yan sat in the rest area, next to him the director was sweat-drenched in fright, and the screenwriter was nodding and bowing.

He wore sunglasses on his handsome face, usually indicating Meng Yan’s mood wasn’t great at the moment.

The assistant’s phone rang respectfully; he handed it to Meng Yan: "President Meng, it’s President Qin’s call."

Meng Yan crossed his legs and took the phone: "Hello, President Qin."

Qin Miaomiao’s slightly amused voice came through the phone: "President Meng, I heard you stormed onto the set, is that right?"

Meng Yan stood next to the camera, watching Hua Tiantian and another actress filming a scene.

She stood by the roadside, talking with the male lead, the actress came over, playing her friend, joking with her.

Their laughter was carefree, Hua Tiantian had a sweet and dreamy smile on her face, wearing a white dress running down the street, just as the male lead emerged from the opposite coffee shop. Hua Tiantian rushed into the male lead’s arms, spinning gracefully 180 degrees, half-lying in his embrace.

Meng Yan’s face grew long, his hand in his pocket fidgeting nonstop, Hua Tiantian’s assistant noticed Meng Yan coming over, her piercing gaze fixed on Hua Tiantian. She took small steps and pulled a flattering smile: "President Meng, please don’t be angry, Tiantian is just acting, you mustn’t take it seriously."

She said this, immediately offering the cookies from Hua Tiantian’s bag to Meng Yan, flattering him: "You know, last time you came over, Tiantian knew of your concern for her, look, she specially prepared Oreos and yogurt for you."

The actress was strict with her diet, Hua Tiantian didn’t eat much usually, hearing the assistant’s comment made Meng Yan’s mood improve greatly, as he accepted the assistant’s cookies, leisurely eating them.

"Who accepted this romance drama?" Meng Yan’s sharp eyes were glued to Hua Tiantian, her mind focused and engaged in the drama, interacting with the male lead.

Though he was angry, he didn’t lose his grace by causing a scene on set, leaving everyone in an awkward position.