Chapter 1231 Can I Not Get Married in the Future?

Yan Huan was stunned, then blinked. Was it because her IQ was too low, or was it that a Martian and an Earthling were chatting? She was talking about Fang Zhu, while Lu Yi was talking about his mother.

Suddenly, she rolled on the bed, feeling a little excited, but she didn't know what she was excited about. She just felt as if in an instant, it was spring, and the flowers were blooming...

It was strange. Why didn't she have this feeling before? Or was it called distance creating beauty?

At this time, even the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers that she liked, and she saw a flower blooming in the years.

It was an indescribable beauty.

And this was the first time she experienced this feeling.

She thought she would never forget what kind of feeling this was, the kind of comfort, the kind of satisfaction, the kind of wanting to roll around, the kind of smile that could be without image.

She took out her mobile phone again, and suddenly, for some reason, a string of words came in.

Huan Huan: "Then can you not get married in the future?"

Yes, can you not get married? I don't want you to get married. I don't want to see you loving another woman, hugging another woman. I'm afraid that no one will treat me well in the future, no one can cook noodles for me, no one can secretly help me, and no one can send me to the hospital when I'm sick.

OK, OK...

But after sending this message, she regretted it a little, and quickly typed another sentence

"Don't take it seriously, I'm just talking nonsense."

As a result, before her message was sent, the message from the other side came before her.

"Okay."

He said a word of good, what's good, not getting married, isn't he going to marry Fang Zhu?

Yan Huan quickly put the phone aside, and then pulled the quilt to cover herself tightly. The quilt was also sandwiched between her legs, and a pair of white and delicate feet were also placed outside, rubbing from time to time.

And she put her hand on her forehead and stroked it gently.

What happened to her, why was she sweating, why was her heart beating faster, why did she feel a sense of secret joy, why did she want to cry again.

And does this count as cheating on her husband, being promiscuous, or being fickle?

She shrank her body, almost into a small ball, and then gently bit her fingers, and seemed to fall asleep again in a daze.

"Huanhuan... Huanhuan..."

It was the same voice again.

"Huanhuan, come back soon..."

She seemed to feel that someone was waiting for her, looking for her...

She stretched out her hand to touch the light, and the light seemed to be a door, and inside and outside the door...

Is it two different worlds? Just as her hand grabbed the handrail of the door handle, a voice sounded in her ear.

She quickly retracted her hand, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw a small room, and there was a little bright light around the house.

It was morning, and she turned her head and saw that the mobile phone on the side was ringing like crazy.

She picked up the phone, it was Lu Qin calling.

"Yan Huan, it's me."

The voice was low and gentle, and he was calling Yan Huan. The voice was wrong, the tone was wrong, everything was wrong, he was not him, he was not the him in her dream,

"We should not contact each other recently," Lu Qin continued, "The company is going to tie me and Meng Ni together, but you don't have to worry, it's just a rumor, it's just hype, don't think too much, when the film is finished, we can go home."

"Well, I know," Yan Huan gently pulled her red lips, and her heart hurt a little, not because she was uncomfortable, but because she didn't want to hear these.

In fact, without Lu Qin saying it, she also knew that there was no sincerity in the entertainment industry, and she didn't know until now.

And why she and Lu Qin got together, she didn't know.

Now Lu Qin is climbing up on her shoulders, and I don't know if he will see her corpse in the future.

She put down her phone because Lu Qin had hung up the phone long ago. He called her not because he was worried about her sleeping habits, whether she had eaten, or whether she was in good health, but because he was worried that she would make their relationship public, and his popularity, which he had accumulated with great difficulty, would disappear again.

He could rest assured that Yan Huan had not used that method to force a man to bind her.

He was the one who pursued her, he proposed marriage, and he said that he would treat her well for the rest of his life.

He said everything, but she couldn't see or feel whether he had done it.

She picked up her phone again and looked at the time. It was only seven o'clock now, and she couldn't sleep anymore. She put the script on her legs again and started to flip through it.

After a while, she took the phone again and pressed it on the script. She pressed the phone, but found that the phone was out of power.

How could it be out of power? She shook her phone and it was indeed out of power. She quickly started looking for the charger, but couldn't find it for a long time. She put her feet on the ground and looked for her suitcase, but she couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

She opened the door, and the cold wind outside blew on her body, making her hug her arms tightly. It was too cold.

She walked out barefoot and knocked on her assistant's door.

"Jiayi, Jiayi, are you awake?"

The door opened with a creak, and the assistant was shocked when she saw Yan Huan.

"Miss Yan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No," Yan Huan was shivering from the cold, her face was white from the cold, and her lips were a little blue from the cold.

"Do you have a mobile phone charger? Lend it to me."

"Yes, wait a minute, I'll get it for you right away," the assistant ran in quickly, and when she came out, she had already taken out a charger.

She put the charger in Yan Huan's hand, "I brought a few more when I came, you use them first."

"Thank you," Yan Huan took the charger, ran into her room, and slammed the door shut, isolating the bone-chilling air outside.

"Ms. Yan has such a good temper now."

The assistant outside couldn't help but sigh again. Now she would say thank you. She used to be hard to talk to. But compared with other celebrities, she felt Yan Huan was good enough. She also heard from colleagues that some celebrities don't even wash their underwear. They all wash it by assistants. At least, Yan Huan is not like that. She always washes her underwear by herself, and she never asks others to wash it for her. She is afraid that a good actress will be ruined by a man. Even if Yan Huan wants to make a comeback in the future, she may not have the chance.