Chapter 1232 If You Are Not Stupid

Although she was reluctant to film this drama this time, after all, the role was not good, but thinking about it again, at least there was still a drama to film, otherwise if it was in Haishi, there would still be no progress. In comparison, this place is not that bad, for Yan Huan now, it is not that bad.

Besides, Yan Huan had already run in, she huddled herself in the quilt, and was also busy charging her mobile phone. She pressed the power button, but it still didn't turn on. At this time, she was thinking about whether to buy a mobile phone right away, she was afraid that this mobile phone was broken.

But she then looked at the time. It was not yet eight o'clock in the morning. Other people's salesmen were sleeping at home. Who would open the door to sell her mobile phones now?

She put the mobile phone on her legs and waited every minute and second.

Then she tried to press the power button again. The mobile phone vibrated slightly, and she suddenly smiled.

Well, it's turned on.

When the phone was turned on, she couldn't wait to open the chat software, and saw that his avatar was still on, without any changes. It was the most ordinary avatar, and there was no fancy introduction.

Yan Huan put the phone on her chest, as if she could hear her heartbeat.

Thump thump...

Her heart had never beat like this before, and it had never beaten like this in her life.

She took the phone in front of her eyes again and leaned her head on the pillow behind her.

What caught her eye was her words, she said, then don't get married in the future, I don't want you to get married, and his answer, that word "good".

What does this word "good" mean?

She didn't dare to ask, and she didn't have the courage to ask. Even if she had the courage to ask, she didn't know if she would still have the courage to listen to the answer.

What she wanted to hear, or what she didn't want to hear.

She typed a question mark in the past.

Lu Yi: "Are you asleep again?"

Huan Huan: "Yes, I just woke up. I was dreaming again."

Lu Yi: "What did you dream about?"

Huan Huan: "I dreamed that someone was calling my name. I was almost there. Maybe that was the person who was waiting for me in my previous life."

Lu Yi: "Do you believe it?"

Huan Huan: "I believe it. My heart is telling me that it is."

Lu Yi: "Be more realistic. Dreams always end."

Yan Huan pursed her lips. If she was realistic, she would not be chatting with him here. Maybe he still didn't know who she was, but she knew who he was.

He is her cousin, and she is his cousin's wife.

If they really want to talk realistically, they can't chat one sentence at a time like now.

Yan Huan bent her legs again, then she thought about it and typed a long string of words on it.

Huan Huan: "You said, if a man only knows how to take, but is never willing to give, he only wants some benefits you can bring to them, but not a person like you, and you can even feel the contempt in his eyes, you can also feel his perfunctory, this man, can you still love?"

Lu Yi: "If you are not stupid, you can answer yourself."

Sure enough, Lu Yi hits the nail on the head, never leaving any room, this needle can also kill people.

Some things can't be thought about carefully, some things can't be studied in detail, so some people always like to say, it's rare to be confused.

Yes, it's rare to be confused, it's okay to be confused, and you can let go of many things and many people.

By turning a blind eye, she may get a lot of happiness.

However, sometimes outside of these happiness, there may be disasters hidden, disasters that she can't bear.

Yan Huan sniffed, not wanting to mention this matter, nor wanting to say some things too much, thinking too much. Because she is afraid of pain, and no one is not afraid of pain.

All she can do is wait, all she can do is continue, walk the path she chooses, recognize the person she chooses.

She pressed her finger on the small avatar, took out the script and put it on her lap, just turned a page, and picked up the phone again. She finally knew why some people can't live without their phones no matter where they are. She is the same now. If she leaves her phone, she thinks she will be sad and anxious.

Huanhuan: "Will you stay here with me?" She felt a little uncomfortable. She was always lonely now, but there was no one to talk to. Even her only relative, Yiling, was gone now.

She held the phone and waited for the person's answer.

A string of characters appeared again.

Lu Yi: "I will, get off work after ten o'clock."

And Huan's tears fell just like that.

No one will accompany anyone for a lifetime, right? He can only accompany her until ten o'clock, and what does she want to do at ten o'clock? If it is such a companionship, she would rather not have it. She doesn't want it. She threw the phone aside angrily.

She recited her lines while crying. If someone were here, they would notice that she was crying like a child, like an unwanted little animal that was thrown away and abandoned.

She wiped her tears, but they fell off again. She wiped them again. No matter what, she couldn't wipe them clean. No matter what, she couldn't wipe away her sadness.

She wiped her eyes until they were red, but she couldn't help it.

She turned the page of the script, crying, but she didn't miss the lines.

She is a very dedicated actor. Even if she has a lot of negative emotions, she will never be careless about her acting skills. She will play her scenes well and recite her lines.

Even if it's like now, crying, sad, crying, and aggrieved.

She read the lines for a day and didn't go out. The set was still being arranged nervously. During this time, the assistant helped her deliver lunch twice, both of which were boxed lunches, but the boxed lunches were good, with meat and vegetables, and the combination of meat and vegetables was reasonable.

And she really didn't touch her mobile phone all day. Sometimes she would glance at it, but she forced herself not to pay attention to anything.

The time finally pointed to about ten o'clock that night.

People have already gone to bed.

Let's go, anyway, she doesn't need him to accompany her, she can accompany herself, she doesn't need anyone to accompany her, and she doesn't need any sympathy. She is not pitiful, even if she takes the wrong road and chooses the wrong person, she is not pitiful.

She planted the fruit herself, and she ate it herself, even if the fruit was really bitter.

Half an hour passed, and she was still not tired, so she put the script down, took the cup, which contained only a glass of boiled water, and took the phone. In fact, she just wanted to check the time, but her heart tightened slightly.

She wanted to turn off the phone, but she couldn't bear to do so. She wanted to throw it aside, but her hand held it tightly.