Chapter 1 I Live only for You

In a dark room, several white coats were holding down a struggling woman. The woman's eyes were wide open, and her old and skinny appearance made it difficult for anyone to recognize her. She was Yan Huan, who was once famous and was a popular actress.

"Isn't this the first time?" The servant raised a mean sneer and hugged his arms, his eyes also resting on Yan Huan's swollen belly.

"It's best to move, otherwise you will lose all your blood, and even the child will be lost. If it weren't for this, do you think you can still be the young mistress of the Lu family, providing you with delicious food and drink?" "

"Well..." Suddenly, a thick needle was inserted into Yan Huan's blood vessel. She clenched her hands and let the blood in her body flow to one place until the warmth left her. body of.

Several doctors finished drawing blood and left in a hurry. However, the servant came over and looked at the little face of the woman on the bed that had lost all color at this time.

"Returning to the movie queen, what the hell?" She spat hard on Yan Huan's face, "You look like a dead person, so why did my young master Qin fall in love with your dead face? It's unlucky. nausea."

Then, the sound of the door closing became the only sound here, and the surroundings once again fell into the deathly darkness.

Yan Huan raised her weak hand and wiped the disgusting spit from her face. Then she was like a dead person, waiting to die day by day, but she was reluctant to die.

She put her hands on her swollen belly. Don't be afraid, there's yours, and yours...

The entertainment industry is the cruelest place, and the man who Zeng Jin said he loved her is even more cruel.

The grand occasion of this year's Oscar winners was broadcast on TV.

A man and a woman cried with joy and stayed together tightly. They were none other than the hero and heroine who won the international award this time. Since then, their identities have jumped to another level and become unmanned. I don’t know, he is an international superstar that everyone knows.

Oh, yes, a superstar, her husband, and her husband’s mistress.

Yan Huan stared coldly at the man and woman on the TV. Her skin was almost sickly white, but she was only twenty years old, but she already looked as desolate and old as she was in her thirties. Her skin was dull and lackluster. The lines at the corners of her eyes were getting darker. At this time, her hands with exposed veins were tightly grasping the sofa next to her. The knuckles of her fingers turned white as she exerted force. And inside those eyes that could be said to be beautiful, First it was dull, then it was hatred, and finally it turned into tolerance.

Her lowered eyes fell on her slightly bulging belly.

"Child, you know, there is really no good person in this world,"

I picked up the remote control and pressed it hard. The sound on the TV suddenly stopped.

And from the initial madness, madness, and hysteria, she has now accepted her fate. She does not make any noise, and she is unwilling to make any more noise. This is only a little over twenty square meters, which is the world she will live in for the rest of her life, and it is also her fate.

There is only one TV here, and what is shown on the TV all the time is the movie king and movie queen who show off their affection everywhere. So, what about her, she laughs with tears in her eyes, so what does she mean?

It was Yan Huan, an expired movie queen, Mrs. Lu, and a dead person.

Perhaps these people originally regarded her as a dead person.

So what was she doing alive, to have her blood drawn every few days?

She gently caressed her belly, her red lips trembling slightly, "Maybe I am just living for you."

Who could have imagined that Yan Huan, who was the most promising star in the entertainment industry back then, would later retire at the height of her career.