Chapter 808 She Is Still a Girl

It's time to throw the rat into a trap.

Lu Yi must be involved after all, and she didn't want to involve him.

She turned over and put her face on the pillow. There was her own smell on the pillow, which was so familiar that it made her feel sleepy, but she suddenly felt sad.

She sniffed and then shrank her body.

I don't know how long it took, but she actually fell asleep, but she didn't know that the door to her room was gently pushed open, and then someone walked in, with very light steps and not much sound.

Then the man walked to the bed and looked at him like this. The light in the room was very dark, but there was still some light left, and under the shallow halo of the light was the man's calm but quiet facial features.

He reached out and pulled the quilt up, then gently stroked her hair.

"Lose weight, eat more," and the response to him was still just her shallow and slow breathing.

When Yan Huan opened her eyes again, it was already dawn. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. She didn't want to sleep anymore. She had slept enough. In the morning, it was time to go see the vegetable seedlings.

In spring, everything revives and flowers bloom.

She hoped that if she planted a radish, she could harvest a cart full of radishes next year. Of course, this was a joke. It was impossible for her to plant a radish and receive a bunch of radishes. The most she could harvest was Once a bunch of radish seeds have arrived, then wait until the year after next to plant a bunch of radish seeds.

But, what is she doing growing radishes? It’s not like she likes to eat radishes.

The little Miaomiao were all young and tender at this time, very cute. She knelt down and stared at the little Miaomiao lying on the ground. Even the little Miaomiao had been taken care of by a farmer uncle. The grass is all gone, so there is no use for her here, that is, she can go over to take a look, touch it, etc. As for the other things, it is none of her business.

She stood up and the cell phone on her body rang. She took it and it was Rowling's number. She was not asked to accept endorsements and shoot commercials again.

She put the phone to her ear.

"Hey..." There was a laziness in her voice.

"Yan Huan." Luo Lin didn't know what kind of tone she sounded, but it was audible that Yan Huan was audible. She must be a bit jealous, and there is a role that needs you to play.

Yan Huan just wanted to refuse, but Luo Lin interrupted her.

"Don't refuse in a hurry. I feel that this is very suitable for you, and you are not the female lead, and you don't have many roles. I will give you the script first, and after you read it, tell me if you refuse."

Yan Huan thought about it, and it seemed that it was not enough to always refuse. Sister Luo Lin also had to give some points to her face.

They all live in a place full of various human feelings.

Debts always have to be repaid, although even she herself doesn't know how much debt she owes.

Luo Lin came over in person not long after. She called to make sure that Yan Huan was there. Shenlong had never seen its end. Maybe it had flown to somewhere else. As for Yan Huan's drunken and dreamy days in the past few years, , Rowling really has no choice.

During this period of time, she finally became a little whiter, and if she didn't wash her face, she would become even whiter. Yan Huan's name began to be forgotten, but whether it was forgotten or not, Yan Huan didn't care, but Luo Lin didn't. Yan Huan's fame can last at least ten more years. It would be a pity if such a good actor disappeared like this.

She placed the script in front of Yan Huan,

"See for yourself."

Yan Huan opened it and read a few pages. It was a tomb-robbing movie. The company's total investment was very large, and it probably wanted to be included in the Lunar New Year movie, and it had to go to many ancient cities for filming.

And the role that Rowling asked her to play was indeed not the leading female role, but the second female lead. She was a villain. She didn't speak the whole time and just used her own movements and expressions to film. Of course, she had to have good skills. , the most important thing is that she is a young woman.

"Have I fallen so low that I can't act like an aunt?"

Yan Huan was still quite sad in her heart, "Can I play a girl?"

Luo Lin really wanted to strangle Yan Huan, "You are a woman yourself, why do you want to play a girl?"

"Some people are still playing girls in their forties," Yan Huan pouted. She felt that she was very young. She was only 26 years old. Besides, she pointed at her hands and face, "You don't feel that my face is very young." "Why, with such a young face, you are so wasteful and don't want me to play a girl, but insist on playing a woman?"

"Are you going to act or not?" Rowling glanced at her.

"No..." As soon as Yan Huan said a word, Luo Lin was glaring.

"Okay," Yan Huan thought for a while, and finally agreed, mainly because she had nothing to do recently, and she didn't even have to pull out the grass. She also wanted to hang out with the crew for a few days. Maybe it could really be done. Let her forget a lot of things and save her from continuing to live in drunken dreams and die, and then be wanted to death by Mr. Lu.

"OK, I understand. I will let you know when it is turned on."

"So perfunctory?" Yan Huan raised his profile on the table.

"Why don't you let me take some makeup photos, do some publicity, and hold a press conference for the actress?"

Rowling raised her eyelids and said, "A washed-up actor, what kind of makeup photos do you need?"

Yan Huan was a little hurt.

Is she angry?

But thinking about it, she seems to be really out of fashion.

She was not in the makeup photos, nor in the opening ceremony. She seemed to have parachuted into the crew. Moreover, at the beginning, she did not see anything to do. The shooting had already started, and she had to grow vegetables and flowers here.

Why did she, an out-of-date person, go so early?

Yan Huan picked up her suitcase and was about to leave. She would be gone for three months at most. When she came back in about three months, those vegetable seedlings would become vegetables and become new vegetable seedlings again.

It was drizzling outside, and she realized that Haishi was about to enter the rainy season.

The rain hit her face, and it was a little cold, but it didn't feel biting. It was true. It turned out that a winter was about to pass. She was 26 years old, no, 27.

It was no wonder that Rowling called her a woman.

She opened the trunk of the car, ready to stuff the box in there and then drive to the airport by herself. However, the box seemed a little heavy, and she overestimated her strength. She was thinking of asking the guard to come and help, but a hand reached out, picked up her box directly, put it in the trunk of the car, and then closed the car door.