Chapter 163: Woman hurts woman most

She shrank, and her cold red hands were carefully taken out, and then she gasped on her fingers, fearing that the newspaper would get wet, so she held the newspaper in her arms.

It’s not cold, yes, it’s not cold at all. As long as these newspapers are sold, she can buy a bowl of hot and sour powder for Song Yang. He is even harder than her outside, not only depends on the face of others, sometimes They also work more hours than others in order to get the common sense of the company's top management and have more opportunities.

She held the paper in her arms tight again, a pair of long low eyelashes pressed by snow flickered, a little cold, but she was laughing, and the frozen hands were almost all red and swollen hands. ,

"Card!" Huang Ming hurriedly stopped, rubbing his hands from time to time.

"Come down to shoot a scene," that is, he is quite worried about Yan Huan. Is it okay in such a cold day? She is wearing a coat himself, or he feels cold and trembling, not to mention Yan Huan wearing it at this time It’s really rare. In order to get good shots, Yan Huan can’t wear too much, but this is a real winter, a real snow, a real sub-five degrees below zero. .

Yan Huan stood up, and her frozen body didn't look like her own anymore, especially her hands, which were almost frozen and could not take anything.

She hugged her arm and began to film the next scene.

When she was selling newspapers, the people she met were cold and warm, some people bought it, some people hated her, even had a bad temper, she was angry, and she didn't send her. All the newspapers were left on the ground.

The drama of loss of marriage is mainly earning tears. The more tears the audience sheds, the better the word of mouth.

Therefore, to be true, it must be true.

With a bang, Yan Huan fell into the snow. She struggled to stand up. Her face and hair were covered with white snow flakes. Her face was also frozen and almost no color. She He climbed up, stretched out his hand, and his hands were all bleeding.

Huang Ming stopped, is this to stop? Because the injury to Yan Huan's hand is not fake, this is true.

Yan Huan stood up again. She looked at the snow on the ground, then grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it in the palm of her hand. She bit her white lips and her eyes were red, but it was constant. Did not cry.

She trembles her hands, and then picks up the newspapers one by one from the ground, but when the last one is just wet, she squats down, holding the newspaper, and cries .

That kind of silent, that kind of whimper. It made everyone present feel unbearable, and even several elders couldn't help but red their eyes.

Huang Ming also wiped his eyes, and his heart raised a fighting spirit, he will definitely shoot, and he will definitely shoot well.

"Does it hurt?" Yi Ling carefully wrapped Yan Huan's hands. "Are you filming or playing a life-threatening, are you hurt like this?"

"Okay," Yan Huan cracked and smiled. In fact, there is no pain, the pain is dead, but she thought that she would be close to the box office of more than 100 million. What's wrong with the 100 million box office that was given to her in vain.

The lost marriage was very smooth. Actually, the actors are actually not well-known people. Although Song Yang’s actors have made a few movies, they are all in TV movies, but this is the first time for this kind of literary film. So Huang Ming always said that this drama was actually Yan Huan who propped up the whole drama alone.

Huan can only be a bitter laugh. She forgot the matter of who had let the divorced girl No.1, which is Xiang Ke, seems to be a small actor. Although the film was later reddened, it seemed to be I found a rich second generation, married early, and then disappeared in the entertainment circle. At that time, Yan Huan also felt that she was too stupid. In fact, now think about it, such a person may be a smart person.

How could there be true love in the big dye tank of the entertainment circle.

It was almost the same as before the loss of marriage. What I'm shooting now is that Xiang Ke discovered that Song Yang was derailed, or was caught in bed on the spot.

Xiang Ke put his hand on the doorknob. Outside, there was a pair of women's high-heeled shoes, red, which she would never wear. This color is too gorgeous, and what is behind this door, she even It is a bit scared and fearful.

And her hands have been on the doorknob for a long time, but she still has no courage to face the consequences that may make her life fragmented.

Is it pretending not to know, still know.

It was together, keeping at that time.

Still smirking, the promise of youth is too pale.

At this time, Xiang Ke was Yan Huan, and Huan Huan became Xiang Ke.

The people inside, even Song Yang, were replaced by Lu Qin and Su Muran.

Yan Huan and Xiang Ke, what a similar experience, but the characters in the virtual, after all, they are still lucky, even if she has nothing this time, but she will meet another man who has been waiting for her, a man who really loves her .

But Yan Huan's last life was dead, which is one of the reasons why she had to take this drama at the beginning, because how similar, how identical, is also ironic.

She squeezed her hand on her side and finally opened the door hard.

She believes that in Xiang Ke’s heart, they are actually the same as Huanhuan, they are more likely to be jade than broken, they will not beg to anyone, so unclear love, they don’t want that kind of charity Their lover, they don't want it, and they don't want that kind of impure use.

They are soft-hearted, but they are also proud.

The fiery two people in the room heard the door ringing, and suddenly they were all stiff, but they still maintained a disgusting posture.

The white bodies of men and women, as well as the marks on their bodies, are disgusting.

Song Yang is almost thirty. The time is not for him, the money is not for wisdom, but the layers of fat on his stomach. At this time, there are still layers in the air. Waves made of piled up fat.

Xiang Ke looked at them coldly and looked for their clothes in a hurry. The man was her husband who was about to marry for five years, and the woman was her husband's new secretary.

The woman was dressed, but when she was about to go, she suddenly pulled her arm.

The actress who acted as the secretary hadn't responded, and the lines didn't blurt out. You saw the coldness in Xiang Ke's eyes, and there was a kind of bitter hatred. The woman knew the woman best. Women understand women the most, but women are also the most vulnerable to women.