Chapter 53 She Actually Succeeded

And the name Xiaotao, which is tasteless and tasteless, is the name of the maid of the heroine. This is not a high requirement. With your appearance, you will definitely be selected.

Yan Huan drank another sip of water. When he heard Yi Ling say that Wen Dongni called others to tell them that she had been selected for the role of Hongyao, Yan Huan was actually a little amused.

How come Yi Ling's ears were so sharp that she could hear people talking from such a distance? Could it be that she heard the whispers of the couple next door at night?

"What did she say? Did you hear it?"

She walked to the side and sat down, playing with the cup in her hand from time to time with her fingers, like a favorite toy.

"Of course," Yi Ling patted her chest, "Who am I? My ears are very good, let me tell you..." She looked around, and when she saw that there was no one around, she leaned close to Yan Huan's ear.

"Next door to us, I can hear the voices of the couple talking at night."

With a puff, Yan Huan sprayed out the water he had just drunk.

Yiling: "..."

"Huanhuan, can you not be so disgusting? Can you not wash my face?"

Yanhuan coughed, turned around and continued to drink water. She was really glad that her ears were not as sensitive as Yiling's. She really couldn't hear what the couple opposite was saying, and of course she didn't know what bad things they were doing at night.

When she returned home, Yiling was listless.

"Huanhuan, it's okay. If we miss this one, we'll find another one," and she really felt sorry for Yanhuan. It was all her fault. What was the delay? As a result, even the audition time for the little maid had passed. Now there were only extras, but it seemed that they were full. Should she go to the corners of Hengdian again to see if she could dig out a few roles for Yanhuan.

Yanhuan came back to her senses and blinked, "Yiyi, didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Yiling hung her head. Well, she would go in the evening, carrying a quilt.

"I chose Hongyao."

Oh, plaster, she doesn't need plaster?

Wait a minute... Suddenly, Yi Ling raised her face, her eyes wide open again, "What did you say, did you buy plaster?"

"No," Yan Huan squatted down and picked up the little Douzi cat. The little Douzi meowed, moved her small tender pointed ears, licked her master's fingers, and then obediently found a place to sleep in her master's arms. She has gained a lot of weight recently and has become a beautiful kitten.

"I want to play Hongyao. When this play is finished, maybe we can move to a big house. Then our little Douzi will have more places to play, right?" She touched the kitten's pink nose. The kitten licked its paws, staring at its owner with a pair of wet big eyes from time to time, and then scratched the owner's clothes with its little paws, but it was very obedient and rarely stretched out its paws, probably because it was afraid of scratching people.

And Yi Ling was obviously still half a beat slow to react. It was not until a long time later that her terrible screams came out of this small house.

"Huanhuan, you actually passed the audition, oh my god, you actually passed?"

"Yes, I passed," Yan Huan took Qingqiusuo's script and flipped through it.