Chapter 232 It’s Better Not to Say

"I'm glad you're okay," Yan Huan held the golden nugget on her head, and saw that everyone was waiting for her. She was embarrassed to delay too long. She had delayed everyone's time for the whole morning, and she was already very embarrassed.

"Well, I have to go to work," she bit her red lips, and only put down her phone after hearing another word of "yes" from the other side, and then put the phone in Yi Ling's hand. Fortunately, Yi Ling didn't ask her who she called, and it took so long.

Yan Nan adjusted her clothes again and ran over.

The things that had been weighing on her heart were finally put down, so the next scene was finally filmed smoothly, and Director Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Yan Huan's bad mood would not get better, and he was actually about to ask if Yan Huan had that, and women would obviously be in a bad mood after that came.

Fortunately, he didn't ask yet.

On the other side, Lu Yi put down his phone and closed his eyes to rest.

Lei Qingyi suddenly came over, "Who did you call, that woman?"

He didn't like to ask about other people's privacy, but Lu Yi was not someone else, he was a good buddy, his brother, a good buddy, of course he had to listen to the privacy of his brother.

Lu Yi opened his eyes and asked in a calm voice.

"Can I sleep for a while?"

"Of course," Lei Qingyi raised his hands, "Yes."

"By the way," he squatted down again, being tall is good, even if he squatted, it was the same as others standing.

"Do you want to tell your mother?"

"No, I'm not fine."

Lu Yi didn't think about telling Ye Shuyun, otherwise his mother would have to shed a few kilograms of tears with her temper, so it's better not to tell.

"I feel the same," Lei Qingyi nodded, "Aunt's crying is scary," and he was most afraid of seeing women cry, and he was most annoyed by women crying, probably because there was a woman who loved to cry, his mother, and sometimes when she cried, her tears could flood the house.

"Then should I tell Nun Miejue? "

And that Nun Miejue is certainly not the Nun Miejue in Jin Dada's novel, but a nickname given to Fang Zhu by students. Fang Zhu was definitely not wrong to call Nun Miejue.

It's exactly the same annoying old woman.

Although Fang Zhu is not old, but in his heart, she and Nun Miejue are simply on the same level.

"No need," Lu Yi closed his eyes and never opened them. Of course, he never told Fang Zhu why he had a fever, and whether to tell Fang Zhu or not, what difference does it make.

If you are interested, you will know everything. If you are not interested, then it's useless to say it.

Of course Fang Zhu is to him Wuxin, and he didn't seem to have any feelings for Fang Zhu. The two of them were just trying to be together. They were boyfriend and girlfriend in the eyes of others, and they were suitable for each other.

Just suitable?

Maybe it really wasn't.

As for Lu Yi's hospitalization, as expected, if he didn't say it, not many people would know. As for Fang Zhu, she seemed to have not contacted Lu Yi for a few days because she was scratched by a cat. And she didn't take the initiative, and Lu Yi obviously did the same.

Until a few days later, Fang Zhu couldn't help it and lowered her head first, but her attitude was still too high.

"Lu Yi, don't you have anything to tell me?"