Chapter 1280: Injured Again

"Let's go," Lu Qin took Meng Ni's hand. Don't look at his face, but actually he felt a little guilty. After all, this is a ward, and the person lying in the ward is Yan Huan. If Yan Huan happens to wake up, Come on, he will have to worry about explaining it later.

Although Yan Huan is really stupid, he can't lose her support now. When he gets what he wants, at that time, he can do whatever he wants in this world. No one can stop him anymore.

No one can.

The door outside was finally closed, and as the two footsteps walked away, the entire ward returned to its usual quiet state. It seemed that only the breathing in the quilt inside was still there, and then, There is nothing left either.

Yan Huan pulled back the quilt, but her face didn't change much. It was still white at most, indifferent at most, and deserted at most. She was not sad, sad, or heartbroken.

In the evening, the assistant came over and asked Yan Huan what her plans were. Now that she was like this, she couldn't even think about filming. She wanted to go back to the set or somewhere else. The director gave her half a month's vacation. After all, she didn't even think about filming. It was considered a work-related injury, so the director was relieved that she didn't seek compensation from the crew.

So let alone vacation now, the director is also willing to ask Yan Huan to call him aunt.

"Where are you going?" Yan Huan actually felt that he had nowhere to go and was homeless. Yes, he wanted to go somewhere.

"I want to go back to Haishi." Yes, she wants to go back to Haishi, which is the place where she was born. For her, no matter which place it is, it cannot be compared with Haishi, because her home Wherever she is, her roots are also there.

Okay, let's go back to Haishi. The assistant thought the same way. It's not that convenient to stay in the crew and return home, and it's not easy to rest if there are so many people. They are not familiar with other places, but it's better to go to Haishi. , Yan Huan can go back.

It's just that she was wrong. Yan Huan did not go back to the Lu family. Instead, she moved into an apartment of her own in Haishi. The assistant couldn't see the color on Yan Huan's face anymore.

It is really not an exaggeration to say that she is as white as a ghost now.

The assistant carefully covered Yan Huan with the quilt, and then he sighed. The injury was still not healed. Even if he was filming again, no one would dare to ask an actress with gauze on her head and face. Bar?

Yan Huan said that she wanted to take on some filming, but her assistant was in a difficult position.

She thought Yan Huan was afraid of going out of style and wanted to start over, but she didn't know that Yan Huan just didn't want to wait and think about it every day.

And she could only lie to her. She had already found the resources. In fact, they were all lying to her. If she didn't lie, what would she do? If Yan Huan knew about it, he didn't know if he would beat her.

She still went for a run first, looking for a former friend to see if Dai Yizhen had helped Yan Huan find some advertisements to shoot.

It's just that it's been so long, and it's so difficult for her to feel zero, it's still very difficult.

If Yan Huan had been popular before, those advertisements would have come to her door automatically without her looking for them. But now Yan Huan has no popularity at all, and her reputation is extremely bad. What people want is positive, with Positive energy, but Yan Huan, does she have positive energy? She only has a lot of bad reputation.

But when Yan Huan woke up, it was already night. The night wind in Haishi was very cold, because it was coming to winter soon. I just didn’t know if it would snow in Haishi this year, and whether the snow was It rained heavily.

She was the only one here. The assistant had gone out, and the surroundings were so quiet that she could hear her breathing.

She sat up and dropped her phone to the ground with a clang. The phone also fell directly to the ground and fell into pieces. Suddenly, her hand trembled, and then there was something like a thorn. , it stabbed her heart bit by bit.

It was a sharp pain.

If it's broken, it means there's nothing left, right?

She carefully picked up the mobile phone from the ground, then sat on the ground, installed all the mobile phones, and then turned on the phone. The screen was broken and it could not be turned on. The phone was already useless, just like the current one. She is the same, useless.

Finally became a waste.

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and then stood up.

When she walked into the kitchen, the assistant bought her vegetables before leaving. If she wanted to eat, she could cook them.

But now her assistant, just like Yi Lingzai back then, began to humbly want to run advertisements and endorsements for her. She obviously didn't have to do this. Obviously, Yan Huan knew that she could get whatever she wanted, but What did she do in the end to ruin herself to the point where she is now, being abandoned by the Lu family and being disliked by everyone outside.

She opened the refrigerator, took out the noodles, and cooked a bowl for herself. But because she hadn't done it for so long, she didn't pay attention and grabbed the pot with her hand, which resulted in her hand being burned. She quickly opened the faucet on one side, and then put her hand underneath. The cold water hit her burned skin. It was cold on the outside, but there was a burning pain on the inside.

She shook her fingers and found several big blisters on them.

It hurts.

She put her hands behind her back and scooped the noodles into the bowl, but the noodles were cooked for too long and all mixed up. She picked up the noodles and put them on the table outside, then took the chopsticks and ate them mouthful by mouthful, but her hands tucked into her sleeves were very painful, so painful that she suddenly started crying.

Then she cried while eating, and it was painful and sad.

The next day, she put her mobile phone on the table, and left a note to her assistant, asking the assistant to help her buy a similar mobile phone. As for her, she took out her hand, one of which was already red and swollen, and there were several large blisters on it, which hurt when touched, the kind of pain that made her dare not raise her hand.

And she seemed to have a fever.

She went to the hospital alone, registered by herself, and went to see the doctor by herself.

And after going around in circles, it turned out that she was really alone.

The doctor pricked all the blisters on her hands. At that moment, her hands shrank back, but she didn't move in the end. Then several blisters were pricked, and she was in so much pain that she broke out in cold sweats. Even her hair seemed to be wet, and stuck to her face in strands. Her head was still bandaged.