Chapter 1230 Do You Have Someone You Like?

Yan Huan pursed her lips. At this moment, she was like an aggrieved little girl. She didn't think about anything else. She just kept her temper. She didn't think too much or do too much. She just chatted. In this way, you said "I, I" In one sentence, it's back to the beginning.

There is no identity, no past, no sour soup noodles or fried rice.

There was no reply for a long time. Yan Huan thought that people ignored her, annoyed her, disliked her, and stopped chatting with her.

As a result, when she was about to throw her phone away, the person over there just sent back a message, and the number of words was also a bit longer. ,

"When will you probably go to bed? When do you want to go to bed?"

Yan Huan put her fingers on her face, feeling a strange sense of disobedience.

"Do you want to chat with me?"

She sent the message, but why did she have this weird feeling that Hongxing had cheated on her? Was it her or him?

And she kept telling herself, treat it like a stranger, an unknown person, a woman, well, the person opposite is a woman, a woman, just a woman, a woman with breasts, a big ass and a big aunt.

But after imagining it for a long time, she still couldn't think of her as a woman, because it was clearly a man over there.

There was a ding, and another message came back.

"Okay, I will work overtime today until about ten o'clock in the evening, as long as you don't want to sleep."

Ten o'clock? Yan Huan thought for a while, "What if I still can't sleep at ten o'clock?" There will be no one to chat with her then, and her schedule tomorrow is to recuperate and read the script. She has three days With time to read the script, plus the preparation time of some other actors, she felt that she would have at least five days of rest time.

Of course, these five days are when she has the most leisure time.

"Are you sure?" He replied with these four words, followed by a question mark.

"Yeah, what should I do if I can't fall asleep at ten o'clock?" Maybe she slept for several hours at a time. I woke up again, and then over and over again, and by ten o'clock I couldn't fall asleep again.

"I get off work at ten o'clock in the evening."

Such a sentence was thrown out again over there

Yan Huan buried her face under the quilt, "Well, she has a strong working ability," but now that she thought about the man's work, she didn't feel anything surprising.

If he has nothing to do, he is very leisurely. If he is very busy, he will work for several days in a row, and working overtime seems to be common. Thinking about it now, he seems to be more tired than actors like them.

This is a good public servant of the people.

Are you tired? she asked.

"fine."

With such a concise answer, Yan Huan took the script over and leaned over to read the script while chatting with the person on the phone.

"Do you believe in past and present lives?"

Yan Huan turned over a page of the script and suddenly typed out a few words and sent them?

The man directly asked a series of questions.

"Is there someone who calls your name in your ear from time to time, but you don't know who he is? It seems to be important to you, something you can't let go of. It seems to be someone from the previous life that you haven't found."

Yan Huan rested her pillow on her arm and closed her eyes. She didn't fall asleep. She just thought about the person in the dream, the person calling her name. Was it the person she liked, was important, and couldn't let go of in her previous life? .

"I'm a materialist."

The man replied directly with one sentence, as if he was laughing at her whims.

Yan Huan wasn't angry either, because she was actually a little whimsical.

Such whimsical thoughts, not to mention others, even made her feel a little unbelievable. Sometimes she felt like she was living in a dream, unable to tell which part was reality and which part was dream. She held her mobile phone in front of her. She stopped typing in her hands, and then she just lay on the quilt and quickly fell asleep. As expected, she woke up and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept for, but she woke up again. She still held her phone in her hand, but she didn't know why she fell asleep again. She didn't fall asleep without warning.

She checked the time on her phone, it was all around five o'clock.

She took the phone, and the profile picture was still on.

"Here, there, there..."

She sent three words along with a bunch of question marks.

"Yeah, yeah," the person over there made an exception and replied to her with a lot of words and three periods.

Yan Huan sat up and read the script again. The filming was about to start. She was really afraid that she would not perform well. This time was not like last time. She would deliberately make others laugh at her. Now that she was here, she wanted to do well. Not to mention other things, she still has to live up to her professional training as an actor.

After looking at it for a while, she turned on her phone and found that her profile picture was quite beautiful, and the name she gave herself was Huanhuan, but no one would know that she was Yan Huan. , even if she said she was Yan Huan, no one would believe it.

Huanhuan: "I woke up."

Lu Yi: "Yeah."

Huanhuan: "Aren't you sleeping?"

Lu Yi: "Yeah."

Huanhuan: "Then let's chat,"

Lu Yi: "Yeah."

Yan Huan was a little discouraged. She really didn't know why this man had so many words of grace, and whether he could change it.

Huanhuan: "Can you change your answer?"

Lu Yi: "Yes"

Huanhuan: "Can you not use the word "en"?"

The person over there paused for a while, and then typed out another word.

"oh……"

Yan Huan wanted to hit someone with his phone. How could it be so tiring to chat with him? How could it be so difficult for some people to communicate.

Huanhuan: "Do you have someone you like?"

Lu Yi: "Yes."

Yan Huan had an indescribable feeling in her heart, which seemed to be a little sour. She flattened her mouth and felt a little tight in her chest. Knowing is one thing, but hearing is another thing. She doesn't know. It's obvious that that person has nothing to do with her. Why does she feel distressed and sad about it?

Huanhuan: "Isn't she very beautiful?"

Lu Yi: "Well, it's very beautiful."

"You are blind," Yan Huan snorted, "She is obviously not as beautiful as me. Apart from being taller than me, there is nothing better than me. She is older than me, has a thicker waist than me, has smaller breasts than me, and has a thicker waist than me. The legs are short and uglier than mine.”

You can tell by her long eyes. She is much prettier than Fang Zhu and has a much better figure. Look at how good she is. She can act coquettishly, tell jokes, and be cute. She is so obvious. Where can I find a beautiful and lovely woman who can cook a table full of food? Why would she like a master's wife? So Lu Yi's aesthetics is really strange.

Huanhuan: "Then when will you get married?"

She thought of the way Lu Yi and Master Miejie were getting along now, it would be a matter of time for him.

Lu Yi: "I won't consider getting married for now."

Huanhuan: "Didn't you say you like her?"

Lu Yi: "Don't you like your mother?"