When JoAnn Hao woke up again, her ears were quiet and frightening. She opened her eyes and looked at the cold environment around her. After a long time, she remembered that she was in the bathroom of Lu Jinnian's room.

JoAnn reluctantly got up from the ground. Bearing the pain of her whole body, she staggered out of the bathroom and found that the entire presidential suite was empty. Lu Jinnian had disappeared.

JoAnn had a good look at the clock on the wall. It was one o'clock in the morning.

When she came up to deliver the script to Lu Jinnian, she didn't bring her mobile phone, and she didn't go back so late. I don't know if Zhao Meng would disturb the crew because she couldn't find her.

Qiao Anhao immediately picked up the phone in the room and dialed it to her and Zhao Meng's room. The phone was answered quickly.

Qiao'an was just "hello", and Zhao Meng's anxious tone came from behind: "Qiao Qiao, where have you been?"

Qiao'an didn't answer Zhao Meng's question, but said in a feeble voice: "take a piece of clothes and come to 1001."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Zhao Meng came with her clothes. As soon as Zhao Meng saw that Qiao an was well, she was ready to question her head and face about how she had come to 1001. As a result, when Zhao Meng saw that Qiao an was pale and blue and purple all over her body, she immediately swallowed her words.

At this late night, because of the filming tomorrow, the crew had already fallen asleep, so Qiao Anhao and Zhao Meng did not meet anyone on the way back to their room from 1001.

After entering the room, Zhao mengcai asked, "Qiao Qiao, is it Lu Jinnian?"

JoAnn pursed her lips and said, "you didn't disturb the rest of the crew because you couldn't find me?"

"No Zhao Meng finished answering, just ready to ask Qiao an Hao, but Qiao an Hao said in advance: "I want to take a bath."

Then, without waiting for Zhao Meng to react, he advanced to the bathroom.

When qiao'an came out of the bathroom, Zhao Meng was still awake. She looked at her eyes with heartache: "Qiao Qiao..."

"Zhao Meng, I'm fine. It's getting late. Let's go to bed." Qiao Anhao interrupted Zhao Meng again.

Zhao Meng moved her lips and finally sighed. Without saying anything, she climbed into bed.

Joan went to bed with her, stretched out her hand, turned off the light, then pulled up the quilt, covered her head, hid in the quilt, and quietly shed tears.

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the next morning, Joann opened his eyes and found that he left with a headache, his nose was blocked, and his breath was not smooth. He must have washed cold water last night and lay on the cold floor for such a long time, and caught a cold.

Looking at Qiao an's pale face, Zhao Meng couldn't help but say with some worry: "why don't you call the director and postpone your play for a while. If you have a cold like this, you must be in a bad state. How can you film?"

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