My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 681 - 600: The Bond of Plastic Flower Brothers

"Sister-in-law, don’t rush. Focus on resting and taking care of yourself. As for filming, it can be done anytime, right? There’s no hurry."

"Yeah, yeah, don’t rush."

"Exactly, we’ve got plenty of patience."

Qin Miaomiao smiled lightly:

"Oh, really? Since you guys are all so patient, I actually think this script is pretty decent. Why don’t I just find another director and actors to shoot it instead? After all, what matters is getting the film done."

Yan Lv, who has a fiery temper, immediately protested:

"That won’t do! This film was clearly tailor-made for us. We’re especially fond of it. If it’s handed to someone else, how does that make sense? Can they even perform it well?"

Jin Jing added: "Exactly, letting someone else play the roles would be an outright insult to the film!"

Qin Miaomiao, feeling a bit troubled, said: "Is that so? Then how about this—rather than swapping out the actors, how about I just switch directors instead?"

With a cold snort, Meng Yan retorted: "Another director? Who can immediately grasp our personalities and shoot the story to perfection? Don’t insult this film. I don’t care—this film should only be directed by you." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Song Li chimed in: "Exactly, it has to be you. Anyone else would be a joke."

Qin Miaomiao: ....

Well, after hearing it put this way, what else could she say?

"Can you all bear the wait?"

"What’s so unbearable? We’re not like those celebrities who film just to make a living. For us, this is purely for fun—something to do in our free time. No big deal."

Alright then, these young masters truly see this as play, while she’s the one taking it seriously. Since that’s the case, she figured she’d need to conceptualize a separate film project—not directed by her, but still under her control as the screenwriter. It’d be easier to handle that way.

Otherwise, the next few months might drive her crazy.

"Hey, look at that—Brother Lu seems to have just won a round."

"Did he win?"

"Mr. Jiu scored seven points; Brother Lu scored eight."

"Could it be that Mr. Jiu let him win on purpose?"

"I feel like that’s highly possible."

Although Lu Qing was far away, he heard them loud and clear. He gave these troublemaker friends of his a glance and let out a cold snort:

"You’ve all learned to side with outsiders now, huh? And you think I’ll still let you eat and drink here? Dream on! Get out of here, all of you!"

The group... went silent. After all, they’d come to freeload; they couldn’t afford to anger the host. Otherwise, how would they freeload again in the future? They’d originally planned to turn this place into their base of operations.

Ten rounds. Lu Qing lost seven games and won three—not a total loss, at least outwardly not too humiliating.

"Brother Lu, dinner’s all on you tonight."

Yan Lv grinned, baring his teeth—clearly gloating.

Meng Yan and Song Li looked at him with sympathy: "Brother Lu, do your best."

Qin Miaomiao added one last jab: "Honey, I gave Little Seventh the night off tonight, so you can show off your skills. Come on, make sure to deliver!"

Lu Qing glanced at her sideways—Is this his wife? Plastic brotherly bond, plastic marital bond!

Yan Lv and company hadn’t been particularly familiar with Mr. Jiu before, but in the process of waiting for dinner, they got unexpectedly close to him.

As the elder figure—well... although outwardly, he only looked slightly older—

In terms of experience, conversation, composure, knowledge, and demeanor, he was indeed far more sophisticated than the rest of them.

Men naturally admire strength, so.....

Mr. Jiu, with his own charisma, successfully gained a few new fanboys—and high-quality ones at that.