Chapter 163 Women Hurt Women the Most

She shrank her body, and carefully took out her red hands from the cold. Then she blew on her fingers, afraid that the newspapers would get wet, so she held the newspapers in her arms.

It's not cold, yes, not cold at all. As long as she sold these newspapers, she could buy a bowl of hot and sour noodles for Song Yang. He worked harder than her outside. Not only did he have to look at other people's faces, but sometimes he had to work overtime for several hours more than others to get the common sense of the company's senior management and have more opportunities.

She hugged the newspapers in her arms again, and her long eyelashes, which were pressed very low by the snow, flickered slightly. It was a bit cold, but she was smiling, and her hands were almost swollen from the cold. 、

"Cut!" Huang Ming hurriedly called for a stop, rubbing his hands from time to time.

"Come down and shoot the next scene," he was really worried about Yan Huan. It was so cold, could she do it? He was wearing a coat, but he was still shivering. What's more, Yan Huan was wearing very little at this time. In order to make the shots look good, Yan Huan couldn't wear too much. But this was a real winter, with real snow and a real minus five degrees Celsius, which was freezing.

Yan Huan stood up, her body didn't feel like her own, especially her hands, which were almost too cold to hold anything.

She hugged her arms and started shooting the next scene.

When she was selling newspapers, she encountered the warmth and coldness of people. Some people bought them, while others disliked her. Some people even had bad tempers and were angry. They had no place to vent. They just saw her and threw her newspapers on the ground.

The play of divorce is mainly to make people cry. The more tears the audience shed, the better the reputation.

So, it must be real, it must be real.

With a bang, Yan Huan fell into the snow. She struggled to stand up. Her face and hair were covered with white snowflakes. Her face was almost colorless from the cold. She climbed up and stretched out her hands. Her hands were also bleeding from being rubbed.

Huang Ming stopped. Was he going to call for a stop? Because the wound on Yan Huan's hand was not fake, it was real.

Yan Huan stood up again. She looked at the snow on the ground, then grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it in her palm. She bit her pale lips and her eyes were red, but she didn't cry.

With trembling hands, she picked up the newspapers one by one from the ground. However, when the last newspaper was just wet, she squatted down, hugged the newspaper, and cried.

That kind of silent sobbing. It made everyone present feel unbearable, and even several big men couldn't help but redden their eyes.

Huang Ming also wiped his eyes, and a fighting spirit rose in his heart. He will definitely make it well, definitely make it well.

"Does it hurt?" Yi Ling carefully wrapped Yan Huan's hand, "Are you filming or playing with your life? You are injured like this?"

"It's okay," Yan Huan smiled with a cracked mouth. In fact, it hurts so much, but she thought about the nearly 100 million box office she would share. If she didn't act well and didn't act with her life, how could she justify the 100 million box office that was given to her in vain.

The filming of Divorce went very smoothly. In fact, the actors are not very famous now. Although the actor who plays Song Yang has filmed several dramas, including TV and movies, it is the first time for him to shoot such an art film, so Huang Ming always said that this drama is actually supported by Yan Huan alone.

Yan Huan could only smile bitterly. She had forgotten who made Xiang Ke the leading actress in the divorce in her previous life. It seemed that she was also a small actress. Although she became more famous after filming this drama, it seemed that she found a rich second-generation man and married early, and then disappeared from the entertainment circle. At that time, Yan Huan still felt that she was too stupid. In fact, now think about it, such a person may be a smart person.

How could there be true love in the big dye vat of the entertainment circle?

The divorce was almost filmed before. What was filmed now was that Xiang Ke found out that Song Yang had cheated on her, and caught him in bed.

Xiang Ke put her hand on the door handle. Outside, there was a pair of women's high heels, red, which she would never wear. This color was too bright, and she was even a little scared and terrified about what was behind this door.

And her hand was on the door handle for a long time, but she still didn't have the courage to face the consequences that might make her life fall apart.

Should she pretend not to know, or know?

It's to be together, keeping the promise of never leaving each other.

Or ridicule, the promises made in youth are too pale.

At this time, Xiang Ke is Yan Huan, and Yan Huan has become Xiang Ke.

The people inside, even Song Yang, have been replaced by Lu Qin and Su Muyan.

Yan Huan and Xiang Ke, what a similar experience, just virtual characters, after all, she is still lucky, even if she has nothing this time, but she will meet another man who has been waiting for her, a man who truly loves her.

But Yan Huan died in his previous life, which is one of the reasons why she had to take this play, because, how similar, how identical, and how ironic.

She clenched her hands on her side, and finally, opened the door with force.

She believed that in Xiang Ke's heart, it was actually the same as Yan Huan's. They would rather die than live in disgrace. They would not wag their tails and beg for mercy from anyone. They did not want such unclear love, the kind of lover given to them by others, and the kind of impure use.

They were soft-hearted, but they were also proud.

The two people who were having a hot fight in the room heard the door open, and suddenly they froze, but they still maintained a disgusting posture.

The white bodies of the man and the woman, as well as the marks on their bodies, were also disgusting.

Song Yang was nearly thirty years old. Time did not give him maturity, and money did not give him wisdom, but the layers of fat on his belly. At this time, the waves of fat were still shaking in the air.

Xiang Ke just watched them frantically looking for clothes. The man was her husband who had been married for almost five years, and the woman was her husband's new secretary.

The woman put on her clothes and was about to leave when he suddenly pulled her arm.

The actress who played the secretary hadn't reacted yet, and her lines were not spoken yet, but she saw the coldness in Xiang Ke's eyes, and a kind of hatred that was almost piercing. Women understand women best. Women understand women best, but women are also the easiest to hurt women.