Chapter 708: She was hacked again

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"Well," the nanny nodded busy. "Miss Yan looks like an eighteen-year-old girl."
Yan Huan couldn't help but laughed, "What a girl, I am a young woman. They are all 26 years old, they are almost three years old, and women are old when they are thirty, you say, if Lu Yi If you see me like this, will you not recognize me?"
"No," the babysitter shook his head quickly. "Mr. Lu's eyes are terrible. He looks like he has a perspective. Even if you are wrapped up, he can recognize you."
"Yeah, how did I forget, he will recognize me and will not forget me."
She touched her face, then she was happy to put on a mask, and she was ready to go out
The nanny standing behind Yan Huan actually hurt her very much. In this way, everyone will think that she is going to meet her lover, yes, she is going to meet her lover, but all she can see is only a cold Tombstone.
Yan Huan got off the bus and went to a flower shop
"I want this," she pointed to a bunch of very plain chrysanthemums.
"Miss, this flower is used to commemorate," the owner of the flower shop said carefully.
"Well, this is it," Yan Huan took out his wallet from his bag and handed it over, but there were a few fingers on his fingers that were frostbitten. It is a pity, such a beautiful pair of hands , How frozen like this.
"Please take it," the flower shop owner handed the flower package to Yan Huan.
"Thank you," Yan Huan took it, hugged him in her arms, and then went out. The wind outside was a little bit louder, and the coats on her were all blown away, and they were all around her. The scarf blew to the ground.
She is holding flowers in one hand and is going to pick up a scarf in one hand.
As a result, one hand was faster than her, picked up the scarf on the ground, and then picked it up.
"Miss, your scarf," the florist quickly put the scarf in front of Yan Huan
"Thank you," Yan Huan took the scarf and tied it around his neck.
And the florist's mouth suddenly opened up. Excuse me, she stuttered, and she couldn't even say a complete sentence.
"Are you happy?"
Yan Huan smiled for a while and fastened the scarf. "Well, did you recognize it?"
"Ah, really Huanhuan," the old shop owner quickly covered his mouth. "I'm your fan. I love watching the TVs and movies you played. I like to watch what you play. I like to watch your white fox, the movie has been brushed five times, and there are several times on the Internet, I really don’t tire of it."
"That..." She jumped excitedly at her finger, "Can't you sign me?"
"Okay," Yan Huan put down the flowers in her hands, smiling very cleanly and beautifully, and also the flower shop owner. Be careful that the liver is all thumping, even though she is a woman, she still can't help it. This is too beautiful, it is worthy of being the fifth most beautiful woman in Asia. This temperament, this feeling, and this skin are well deserved. Whatever the fifth, she feels that she is the first, so beautiful.
She hurried to her counter, opened the cabinet, and took out a magazine and a pen.
Then came over again.
This magazine was filmed when Yan Huan finished shooting the white fox. It was sold very well at the time, and it was also the success of the film of the white fox.
She took the pen and signed her name on it.
"Thank you," the owner of the flower shop held her magazine tightly, and she was reluctant to put it down. For the first time, she saw her idol at close quarters. Her eyes are big, watery, and always foggy. Almost all of them want to compare her. God, she tightened her clothes hard, and she couldn’t sleep tonight.
"Well, can I take another picture with you?"
She was careful to say that the tension was constantly strangling her fingers, and she was afraid that Yanhuan wouldn’t agree. She also heard that some celebrities didn’t like to take photos with others. I didn’t know if Yanhuan was right.
"Yes," Yan Huan nodded, she didn't have such a big shelf, and she's not a star now. Well, she's all overdone, just whether she is overdone, not what she said, but someone else To judge.
The owner of the flower shop quickly took out her cell phone and stood together with Yan Huan. Then she compared the scissors and took a lot of photos at once. She became more and more excited, and she was about to cry. Today she What the is this out of?
There is such luck, these photos, but old and precious, sent to the circle of friends, I do not know how many people can like it.
Yan Huan fastened her scarf, and then carefully held the flowers on the ground. She carefully held the flowers in her arms, so she was afraid of breaking the flowers. She took the bouquet higher and her face was attached. Flowers are clearly laughing, but the arc of the long eyelashes hides, but it makes people do not know why, there is a sour feeling in the heart.
"Ms. Yan, are you going to see Mr. Lu?" The flower shop owner asked carefully. In fact, everyone knows that it has been two years since Yan Huan's husband died in the flood. Appearing in front of the screen may also have a lot to do with this.
"Yeah," Yan Huan did not conceal, could not be said to be relieved, and some things in this life could not be relieved and unresolved.
"I'll see him," she put the bouquet in front of her face again, and the petals touched her face, a little coolness, like the wind of the early spring, not cold, just right.
She walked out and was very thin, almost all of them were going to be blown away by the wind, but her back was always very straight. It seemed that there was nothing in the world that could overwhelm her.
The owner of the flower shop took a few more photos of Yan Huan's back, and then sent the photos to his circle of friends.
"Who said, after Yanying Ying became pregnant, after Yanying bought flowers to watch her dead husband go, some feelings can not disappear, whether it is across the horizon or the promontory, or the separation of life and death, I think, I believe in love again."
Several photos were posted on the back.
She was still beautiful after her speech, and she did not put on makeup. When she talked about her husband, she looked very gentle, her eyes were like dripping water, and her long lashes were hidden. I saw a slight injury.
These photos were posted on the Internet. Yesterday, they said that they were pregnant with words and shadows. The child’s biological father is unknown, and some people said that Huanhuai is not a ghost. Her husband has been dead for two years and can be pregnant.
In short, there is everything that is said, there are blessings, there are people who scold, and even even the professional navy of others.