Chapter 781 The Smoking and Drinking Actor

I always like to wander in the darkness, using my pale singing voice to dye all the sadness in my life.

She didn't know what she was saying or singing. This was the first time Song Xihua saw Yan Huan crying like this. Perhaps she would never forget it for the rest of her life. It turned out that when a woman cries, there would be a kind of despair that makes people want to strangle herself.

Maybe death would not be uncomfortable, maybe death would not be painful, maybe death would be a relief.

But life is so precious, we still have to use our lives to continue living until the day we really die.

Once again, Yan Huan's name began to appear frequently on the Internet. She is a hot search goddess in herself, especially recently, she has been on many headlines.

Yan Huan has agreed to divorce Lu Yi. Will Song Xihua and Yan Huan have a happy ending?

Although such a piece of news came out, it did not make Yan Huan white, and even made her blacker and blacker. The endorsements she made were all starting to be taken off the shelves, and there were many international brands. They said they wanted to find her as a spokesperson, but this time the affair had seriously affected her positive image.

But Song Xihua was different. His reputation didn't seem to be affected. Instead, it greatly increased his popularity. There was also a report that Yan Huan was a widow when she was with Song Xihua.

Yes, she was a widow. When Lu Yi died, she was. Lu Yi is alive now, but he has made her bear all the blame.

And she has shouldered these sins, and her future acting career is actually over.

The Internet was also noisy. She is very famous now, almost to the point where she is still being criticized for being famous. Is she wrong? She is not wrong, but she is the one attacked by public opinion in the end.

Maybe it is not wrong for a woman to pursue true love, but when her husband comes back, she has not divorced yet, but she cheated in marriage, which is already her fault.

Yan Huan locked herself up at home, not seeing anyone, not answering anyone's phone calls. As for how people outside treated her, or how people cursed her online, it didn't matter, because she couldn't see it, and she didn't know it.

What she didn't know was that the rumors about her online were secretly controlled by someone, and almost all of them disappeared overnight, including herself.

Knock knock, there was a knock on the door outside, and she raised her eyes and fell asleep again.

The knock on the door continued for a while, and then there was no movement, but after a while, there was the sound of the lock turning.

With a squeak, the door opened.

Yan Huan was still lying on the sofa, she treated herself as a dead person, not looking, not moving, not waking up, even if someone took her away and sold her, she might not even want to blink.

She seemed to have fallen asleep again. It was good to fall asleep. She would continue to sleep like this. She would sleep as long as she could. It would be better if she died in sleep. If she didn't die in sleep, she would wait until she woke up. Maybe she would really forget a lot of things.

Suddenly, she shuddered. A basin of water had been poured on her face.

Her face, hair, and clothes were all wet. Of course, she shuddered hard, and then sat up and sobered up.

In the winter, even drunkards would be sobered up by being poured with cold water.

"Look at what you look like now?" A sudden voice with full of energy almost overturned her roof.

Yan Huan looked up and seemed to shake the ceiling, then sat up, found a rag, and prepared to clean the water on the sofa.

The sofa was very expensive. She was not filming now. She was going to be poor, so she had to save money.

As a result, when she came back, everything on her table was gone.

Where are her cigarettes and her lighter?

She lowered her head and kicked the trash can on the ground. It was all in there. That was fine. Even the trash can was full of water. Was her house going to be flooded?

"What are you doing here?" Yan Huan took a rag and started to wipe the sofa. She didn't care whether her whole body was wet or not. She didn't care, so how could others care?

"I come whenever I want. Who can control me?" Mr. Lu looked up and down at Yan Huan. "She's ugly like a ghost."

"Yeah, I'm ugly."

Yan Huan didn't care if others said she was ugly. Anyway, she was ugly. She had never been beautiful, right?

"Xiao Song, go."

Mr. Lu patted his wheelchair. "Why are you still standing?"

The guard came over and took the rag from Yan Huan's hand. "Miss Yan, go change your clothes first. Be careful of catching a cold in this weather." And he was really embarrassed. It was quite embarrassing. Who asked him to splash the water on others? Isn't this embarrassing and uncomfortable?

Yan Huan tugged at her clothes, wrung the water out of her sleeves, then turned around and changed her clothes. Although she was drunk, she would not let herself get sick. When she got sick, it was only herself who was in pain and uncomfortable.

When she came out after changing her clothes, the house had been cleaned up, and even the trash cans with water had been taken away. The windows were also opened, and fresh air was exchanged in, and the smell of smoke in the room was finally reduced.

"Look at you like this."

Mr. Lu curled his lips, no matter how he looked at Yan Huan now, he didn't like anything.

"Well, what's wrong with my appearance?" Yan Huan scratched her hair, and when she scratched it, she found that it had become shorter. Oh, she remembered. It seemed that her hair was burned when she smoked. Now, she just cut it off with a pair of scissors. As for what hairstyle she had now, she didn’t care. No one cared about her anyway, and of course no one looked at her. The most important thing was that she found the feeling of her short hair. It’s pretty good, neat and simple, and you don’t need to wash your hair.

"It's so ugly," Mr. Lu said, looking at Yan Huan's embarrassment lazily. "He comes from a girl's family and smokes. Who gave you this habit?"

"No one is used to it." Yan Huan sat down, and as soon as she opened the drawer, she found that there was no cigarette. And when she raised her face again, she saw Mr. Lu's eyes squinting, and his old face was as straight as a horse's. It has to be long.

She had no choice but to close the drawer again. Not to mention that there were no cigarettes now. Even if there were, with this person's temperament, even if her hand was chopped off, it would be impossible to give her a cigarette.

What Mr. Lu hates most is actors, and actors smoking and drinking.