Chapter 5: Like you

  Arriving in the large conference room, Peter immediately pulled out his chair and smiled: "Have a seat."

  Mia pulled the chair next to her, showing her refusal.

  A moment later, a girl with a ponytail with a young face entered the room. The three people sitting inside stood up to say hello. But the girl didn't pay any attention to the two men, and immediately wanted to rush up to Mia. Fortunately, Peter stood up in front of Mia, blocking her.

  The young girl, despite being stopped, still shouted: “Aaaaaaaa. You're the novelist Mia Joan, aren't you? God, I really like you, you're my idol." Mia Joan is a very bright example in this field, students in the screenwriting industry know her.

  Mia: "Thank you." If Peter hadn't stopped her, she might have been hugged.

  The director also stepped in to relieve the siege, helping the girl to calm down: "Don't get excited, sit down and we'll talk."

  The little girl was disgusted by the man who stopped her: “Who are you? Hey, are you the artist Peter Wayne???” Seeing the handsome man nodding his head slightly, she fell back on the chair, clutching her forehead: "Oh my god, I met too many people in my dreams today, even if I die now, I'm willing."

  The other three looked at each other: “…” This girl is too active and carefree.

  Mia began to feel a twinge of regret. Looking at this girl's face, she feels very calm, now it's too late to change.

  

  Mia sat down across from the young girl: "You're Bella Kay, aren't you?"

  The girl with sparkling eyes looked at Mia: "Yes."

  Mia gently smiled a polite smile: "Congratulations, you have been accepted to the position of deputy screenwriter for the movie 'WE'"

  The atmosphere was suddenly silent, Mia was dumbfounded, did she say something wrong?

  Five minutes, the scream rang again. Bella stood up: “I became the deputy screenwriter of the movie? That is, I work as an assistant to writer Joan? Aaaaaaaah.”

  The three continued to look at each other: "..."

  Peter reached out to rub his ears, this woman's voice was so high. Still small, gentle like his Mia is still the cutest, he still likes her.

  Mia saw that the job was done, she wanted to finish work to go home quickly to avoid the man next to her causing more trouble, she said hello and then got up to go out.

   But together Peter and Bella chased after her, Bella quickly caught up with her, asking endless questions: "Mia, do you need to come to my house?"

   Mia gently shook her head, her voice still soft: “No need, you can work from home. My job is mainly working at the film studio. I will tell you in detail tomorrow.”

  Peter stepped between them again: "Mia, you'll come with me later."

  Before Mia could reply, Bella pouted: "Painter Wayne, you like Mia right? I've seen it already."

  Peter put his arm around Mia's shoulder but she dodged: "Yes, I like her."

  Mia frowned: "Don't talk nonsense."

  Peter: "Don't go ahead, wait for me, let's go to a place together."

  Mia keeps increasing her speed: “No.”

  Bella was completely left behind: “…”

  Peter shows his heady, stubborn personality. He reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her away: "You don't want to go with me either."

  Mia has pulled away, she was annoyed and wanted to remove her hand but couldn't, Peter's big hand was very hard: "You let go..." Her strength was not comparable to his.

  Director William and manager Dilays stood side by side and saw it all. The director said: "I think Miss Joan and Mr. Wayne are very compatible."

  Dilays laughed: “I feel the same way. It is not possible that this movie of yours is a predestined connection between them.” She didn't expect Peter to come up with this, forcing Mia to go. Yet Mia also listens.

   Director William nodded in agreement: "I hope so."

  …

  Five minutes ago, in a conversation, Peter texted Dilays:

  Wayne: You go first, I'll take Mia home later.

  Park:? It wasn't long before she agreed to go with you.

  Wayne: Don't worry, I've taken measures.

  Park: Huh, let me see what you can do.

  …

  Looking at the large hand that was grasping her thin arm, Mia pursed her lips the entire way. When Peter saw that she did not protest, he chuckled in his heart. It was true that he liked her more and more.

  The two of them walked together to the garage and stopped in front of Peter's BMW, and he told her: "You stay here, remember? Stay here, wait for me a moment.” He was really afraid that if he let go of her hand, she would run away.

  Mia nodded, she obediently stood beside him, waiting. Peter picked up a large volume of books and stood in front of her: "Give me this."

  Mia couldn't hide her curious eyes: "This is..."

  Peter carried the book and looked around for her car, Mia could only follow. He lifted his chin: "Open the car door and leave."

  He put one of those booklets in the back seat of her car: “This is the first gift I gave you. It's also just a "WE" series, so please don't criticize it."

  Mia: "Thank you."

  She circled him and got into her car because she wanted to go home. Mia had just fastened her seat belt when she discovered that Peter had been sitting in the passenger seat since she didn't know: "...Why are you sitting here?" In this car, only Dilays Park sat on it, no one else.

  Looking around this Porsche car, it is all the most minimalistic, not decorated like other girls' cars. But Peter felt around his nose was the faint scent of her, he comfortably leaned back on the chair, showing a scoundrel: "I want to hitchhike your car home."

  Mia frowned: "You go down." She reached out her hand to push him away, but her weak strength was not enough.

  Peter hugged the chair tightly and scolded: "No, my car broke down, I don't have any money, so please have mercy on me. Please…"

  Mia frowned even harder: "No."

  Peter leaned close to her, his hand raised to rub the eyelids of the opposite person, his voice soft and warm: "Now, don't frown anymore, relax. Otherwise, there will be a lot of wrinkles.”

  At this gentle action, she froze, could only look at him without blinking because her heart seemed to be beating faster than usual. Mia in her mind began to think about when she would be free to go to the doctor to see what was wrong with herself because her heart was beating abnormally fast these days.

  Knowing that she was resentful, he turned around and fastened his seat belt, smiling happily: "Let's go."

  Mia: “…” Silently driving.

  But during the long journey of 30 minutes, in the car only the screaming voice of Peter Wayne, he was so scared that he lost all image.

  "Don't, aaaaaa, don't dodge."

  "Oh I know my mistake, don't go so fast."

  “Go slow, slow down… Please…”

  Mia gets disturbed while driving: “Shut up.” Regardless of the screams, she still drove, as usual, if he was so scared, let's see if he dares to go with her again next time.

  Stopping in front of Peter's apartment, he still hasn't recovered, not expecting a soft-hearted person like her to drive so dangerously. Women are still scary no matter what.

  Mia looked at the panting person beside her, she rarely uttered a joke: "So you're scared too?"

  Peter: “…” She was the one who made him act like that and still made fun of him.

  To get out of the embarrassing situation, Peter put on a rogue face and winked at her: “My house is here, remember it well. In this sub-area, the security guard already remembers my car, so I can go in and out here comfortably. My house password is your birthday, you can come into my house as well.”

  Mia still sat upright, she felt a headache because of his incessant ramblings, she gently asked: "Why is your password my birthday?" He's gone crazy.

  Suddenly Peter became serious, he said in a deep voice: "Because I like you." He knew that for people with slow thoughts about love like her, this confession was sudden, but he still wanted to let her know his feelings for her.

  As expected, Mia did not consider this statement to be true, she hated looking at him: "Shut up, go out quickly." With what Dilays Park told her, she certainly wouldn't believe it.

  Peter was a little upset because she didn't believe his words, he nodded and opened the car door: "I'm coming in, you go home carefully, remember to drive slowly."

  Mia looked at the man who was bowing sadly outside, she covered her chest with her hand. Did she have a heart condition?

  …

  At the end of a few days of having to go out a lot, Dilays is delighted with this change in Mia but it turns out she is not happy. For a whole month, Mia just stayed at home focusing on knowing the script and composing, she didn't even go to the living room. There is no change at all, Mia is still the same, she only goes out because of her serious attitude to work.

  Dilays' job during this month was to go to Mia's house, sit in the chair next to Mia, and try to talk to her but failed. Dilays quietly leaves again, Mia sees her as the air in the house.

  Mia in the process of composing thought she was at peace. But no, she is still bothered by Peter's messages every day. She just read the message and didn't reply with a wish, he would get bored and give up, not bothering her anymore.

 …

  At the same time, the manager Brian has the thought that after having love, Peter will become hard-working. But unfortunately, he had a very wrong thought.

  He would occasionally visit Peter's house to check on the progress of his composition.

  Brian reached out to press the doorbell, the person who opened the door was wearing pajamas, his hair was messy, his mouth was still wide, a look like he had just woken up.

  He followed Peter, looking at the man walking into the kitchen: "Have you been able to draw a lot of manuscripts these days?"

  Peter sleepily looks at the coffee machine: “Yes, I can draw a lot.”

  Hearing this self-confident answer, someone smiled brightly. Of course, with love, this artist will work harder than before.

  Brian got up, and went into Peter's office, he wanted to get the manuscript to submit to the publisher. This month, he won't be scolded by his boss anymore. But in this one stack of papers, all showed the image of a woman.

  Who else comes in here, it's the screenwriter Mia Joan. Brian gritted his teeth, these days, Peter Wayne only spent time drawing his love.

  Peter walked into the room, ignoring the person who was glaring at him, he picked up a piece of paper, smiled, and said: "Well, she's very pretty, isn't she?"

  Brian was helpless, he was too angry to laugh: "You want to make me angry to death, right?"

  But this person did not hear him, was holding the paper and smiling. He looks like an idiot.

  Brian mutters: "What's the point of drawing this, it doesn't make money to draw." As soon as he finished speaking, Brian received a kick from Peter.

  Peter: “Why not? My love is priceless.”

  The road manager will, of course, take measures to punish Peter, Brian took out the clothes he had prepared, went to lock the office door, put the key in his pants pocket, smiled evilly, and walked closer step by step. Peter.

  Peter also sensed that something was wrong, he panicked: "What are you going to do?"

  Brian sat down next to him, took off his laptop, and put it on his lap: “I'll be here with you today. I sit and watch over you, you have to sit here and finish composing the manuscript. If today is not completed, you and I will not go out, do not eat or drink anything."

  Peter frowned: "What if I disagree?"

  Brian pulled out the small knife he used to carry around to scare Peter: “I'll risk my life with you.”

  …

  That day, Peter was tortured and tortured before he finished the manuscript.

  Brian thought Peter was scared, so he just checked in again a few days later. But Peter was still sitting in his office lounging.

  Brian: "Why don't you meet someone if you remember?"

  Peter suffered even more: “No, she didn't notice me. The director told me not to disturb Mia while she was writing the script. I miss Mia, my Mia. Hu Hu Hu Hu…"

  Seeing Peter's intentions, Brian narrowed his eyes: "So?"

  Peter: “I'm so sad, I can't compose. So you tell my boss I can't compose this month."

  …

  Over the next few days, Brian discovered that Peter was not at home. He called and asked, “Where are you?”

  On the other end of the line, Peter's voice was already drunk: "I'm drinking alcohol, don't disturb me." Then hang up the phone.

  Brian: “…” He would soon die for this artist, wanting the manuscript to kneel at his feet, begging him. Not sure why young girls like Peter Wayne.

  One person prevents the novelist from composing, the other has to keep a close eye on the artist before he can compose.

   …

  On the 30th day before Mia left the house, Dilays Park went crazy again, screaming at the person sitting and typing continuously: “Mia Joan! You haven't left the house for 30 days, will you get up and go out and see how the world changes? The house has no light at all, morning and night are the same. Look at your pale skin and thin body with only skin and bones.” She angrily went to pull all the curtains in the study room.

  Mia put her hand over her eyes: "You talk too much."

  Dilays suddenly became brave, pulled Mia sitting on the chair up, and went outside: “Go to sleep. Today you have to sleep at least 10 hours for me, the script writing is done, so don't work too much."

  Mia stood up, but she was dizzy and unsteady, having to rely on the person next to her to stand. Dilays saw this and babbled even more to Mia: “Look, you can't stand. Well, now I cook for you, you eat, and then go to bed."

  Not caring that the person next to her is supporting her, Mia: “Talking a lot gives me a headache.”

  Dilays pulled someone to sit in the dining room: “Sit still. Wait a minute, I'll make a sandwich for you. Haizz, you see, I'm like a mother..." She was suddenly silent while talking, she knew she was wrong.

  Sitting on the chair, Mia was stunned by this carefree statement, she laughed to herself: "I was originally doing nothing but my mother, there is no one to take care of me anymore."

  Dilays: "I'm sorry, I said it without thinking."

  Mia shook her head: "It's okay."