Chapter 1230: Do you like someone

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Yan Huan flattened his mouth. At this moment, like a little girl who was wronged, he didn't want to do anything else. He simply had a temperament. He didn't think much or do much. In a word, back to the original.
There is no identity, no past, and no sour soup noodles, fried rice.
There was no reply for a long time, and Yan Huan thought that people ignored her, annoyed her, disliked her, and stopped talking to her.
As a result, when she was about to drop her mobile phone, there was a message back there, and the word count was a little more. ,
"About when do you want to sleep and when do you want to sleep?"
Yan Huan put his finger on his face, a strange sense of disobedience.
"Are you going to chat with me?"
She sent the news over, but how could there be a weird feeling that Hongxing was out of the wall, was she out, or was he out?
And she kept telling herself that she was a stranger, an unknown person, and a woman. Well, the opposite was a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman with and big ass.
But she imagined that for a long time, she still could not treat others as women, because there was obviously a man over there.
With a ding, there was news coming back again.
"Yes, I work overtime today, and it will be extended until about 10 o'clock in the evening, as long as you don't want to sleep."
Ten o'clock? Yan Huan thought for a while, "If I still can't sleep at ten, what should I do?" No one will chat with her by then, and her itinerary for tomorrow is to raise her body, to watch the script, she has three days Time to read the script, plus the preparation time of some other actors, she feels that she has at least five days of rest time.
Of course, these five days are also her leisure time.
"Are you sure?" There were four words back there, followed by a question mark.
"Yeah, what if I can't sleep at ten?" She might have slept for a few hours. Wake up again, and then repeatedly, until ten o'clock and can't sleep.
"I get off work at ten o'clock in the evening."
There was such a sentence over there again
Yan Huan buried her face in the quilt. "Well, she has a strong working ability," but she now thinks about the man's work again, and she feels nothing unexpected.
If there is nothing wrong, he is very leisurely. If he is busy, he will be working for several days in a row, and overtime seems to be common. Now think about it, it seems that he is more tired than those who are actors.
This is the good public servant of the people.
Are you tired, she typed a word in the past.
"Fortunately."
With such a concise answer, Yanhuan took the script and leaned on it while looking at the script while chatting with the people on the phone.
"Do you believe in past and present life?"
Yan Huan flipped through a page of the script, and suddenly a few words were typed out.
The man directly hit a series of question marks.
"Anyone will be in your ears, shouting your name from time to time, but you don't know who he is, it seems that you are important, you can't give up, it seems that you are also the last life, you didn't find it."
Yan Huan rested on her arm and closed her eyes. She didn’t fall asleep, just thinking about the man in her dream, the name that shouted at her, was it the one she loved, important, important, and could not give up .
"I am a materialist."
The man's man came back directly in a sentence, as if mocking her whimsically.
Yan Huan was not angry because she was actually a little whimsical.
This kind of whimsy, don’t talk about others, even she feels a little unbelievable. Sometimes she is like living in a dream. She can’t tell where is the reality and where is the dream. She takes the phone in In her hand, there was no more typing, so she fell asleep on the quilt and she fell asleep quickly.
I don't know how long she slept, she woke up again, and the phone was still in her hand, but she didn't know how she slept again. She didn't sleep without warning.
She looked at the time on the phone, it was about five o'clock.
She took the phone and the avatar was still on.
"Are you here..."
She sent three words on one side and a bunch of question marks.
"En En," the people over there gave her a few words and three periods.
Yan Huan sat up and watched the script again. She was about to turn on the phone. She was really afraid that she would not perform well. This time, unlike the last time, she would make others laugh at her deliberately. Since she came, she wanted to be good. The performance, other, let alone mention, she still has to be worthy of her professional training as an actor.
After watching it for a while, she turned on her phone again and found that her avatar was still pretty, and the name she gave herself was Huanhuan, but no one knew that she was Yanhuan herself. It’s not that she said she was happy, and no one would believe it.
Huanhuan: "I woke up."
Lu Yi: "En."
Huanhuan: "Did you not sleep?"
Lu Yi: "En."
Huanhuan: "Then let's chat,"
Lu Yi: "En."
Yan Huan was discouraged. I really don’t know how this man has so many grace words. Can he change it?
Huanhuan: "Can you answer it differently?"
Lu Yi: "En"
Huanhuan: "Can you do it without grace?"
There was a pause there, and then another word was knocked out.
"Oh……"
Yanhuan wanted to smash someone with his mobile phone, how could it be so tiring to chat with him, and why some people are so difficult to communicate with.
Huanhuan: "Do you have someone you like?"
Lu Yi: "Yes."
In Yan Huan's heart, there was a feeling that he couldn't say it. It seemed a bit sour. She flattened her mouth and her chest was stuffy. It’s one thing to know, but it’s something else to hear. She doesn’t know. It’s clear that the person has nothing to do with her. What does she feel bad about, what does she feel sore about.
Huanhuan: "Is she pretty?"
Lu Yi: "Well, it's beautiful."
"Blind eyes," Yan Huan snorted, "It's obviously not as pretty as me, except for being taller than me, where is it better than me, older than me, thicker than my waist, smaller than my chest, better than my The legs are shorter and uglier than mine."
It can be seen with long eyes. She is much prettier than that of Fang Zhu, and she is much better. Looking at how good she is, she will be coquettish again, she will tell jokes, and she will be cute. Where to look for a pretty and lovely woman who can cook a table of meals, how can you like an extinct master too, so Lu Yi's aesthetic is really strange.
Huanhuan: "When will you get married?"
She remembered the way Lu Yi and the Extinct Master got along now, and he would sooner or later.
Lu Yi: "Marriage not considered for now."
Huanhuan: "Don't you say you like her?"
Lu Yi: "Don't you like your mother?"