Chapter 78 Why Are You Losing Weight Again?

"Why have you lost weight recently?" The makeup artist adjusted Yan Huan's clothes. Now she is very familiar with Yan Huan. Yan Huan is the youngest among these actors, but her acting skills are very good, not inferior to the veteran actors.

"Actually, you don't need to lose weight anymore," the makeup artist felt very sorry for the little girl Yan Huan. She was not young yet. She was only 20 years old. Compared to ordinary children, she was still in school, but she came out early to film. Make money to support your family and yourself.

"Look, the clothes are too big," she tugged at the clothes around Yan Huan's waist. She was indeed thinner than she was a few days ago. This is the husband of a few days.

Yan Huan smiled bitterly and touched his arm. A thousand cc of blood was taken out. Can he not lose weight?

However, this is fine, Yan Huan thought about today's scene, and it just so happened that it was about Hong Yao's illness. She was acting in her true self. Even her face was just the right amount of white, and she no longer had to put makeup on for her. She was already very pale, and she had also lost some weight, her face seemed smaller, and her eyes were bigger than before.

Such an appearance should be quite consistent with the drama of Hongyao.

The lights and background were all set up. Yan Huan sat sideways on the chair. As the sound of the card started, her eyes began to sparkle with something. Today she was still wearing the royal blue cheongsam, but again The flashy clothes only show that she is pale today and her red lips are slightly gray. Living here is just a matter of living day by day. I don’t know when, maybe before you pay attention, your life will also change. Just dump it here, and then there is a lonely grave and a cup of soil.

Qinhe, Rouge Tower, drunken life and dreaming of death

She took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking again. Every move she made had a special charm. She blew out a puff of cigarette gently. Her movements were very familiar, as if she had smoked them for hundreds of years. Roots, or thousands of roots.

Breathing out smoke one after another, her slightly parted red lips were always filled with some sarcasm that came from saying different. At this time, the red medicine was no longer the kind that made people hate it, but made people couldn't help but I feel a little distressed, distressed for her Mei, and also distressed for her identity.

Suddenly, the window moved, and something rolled in from the outside. She turned around and stared at someone who had broken into her boudoir. The person was covered in blood and in a miserable state.

There was another sound outside, with men scolding and women crying.

The man on the ground struggled to get up, but was unable to do so and dropped his head heavily on the ground again.

Hong Yao slowly put down the cigarette in her hand, and then walked over. Her calves were extremely curved, and she was a little thinner than before. Then she lifted her feet and walked over.

With a bang, the door opened, and many members of the gendarmerie rushed in from the outside. Hongyao was still sitting at the table, smoking a cigarette, and the clear expression in his eyebrows made almost all the men present. I was dumbfounded.

The so-called beauty is like this, and so is the so-called man.

At this time, Huang's mother quickly got out of the crowd.

"Hong Yao, they said there is a man hiding in our Rouge Building!"

"A man?" Hongyao stood up and flipped his hair again, "Mom, you are not kidding. How can we not have a man here?"

The corner of Hua's mother's eye twitched.

"What would we eat without men?" Yan Huan blew on his fingers, "We have nothing in Rouge House except men."

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