Luo Yan entered the play quickly, and subtle emotions could be perfectly conveyed through a look. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

The camera kept zooming in on her, and I saw a red fire reflected in her eyes......

She was afraid, she was uneasy, and bean-sized tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Even if you don't cry heartbreakingly, through her suddenly constricted pupils, you can clearly feel her unprecedented despair......

With this one look, the director gave a full minute of close-up.

"Click!"

The director gave an order, and then couldn't help but applaud Luo Yan.

"Not bad! It's so well acted! ”

The director of "Floating Life" this time is notoriously picky and strict, and only two national-level old drama bones can make her give her a thumbs up, and Luo Yan is the only one among the new generation of actors.

In his opinion, Luo Yan's acting skills are simply hundreds of streets away from those 'traffic niches' and 'popular little flowers'.

Such a difficult scene Luo Yan can pass in one sentence, and the next scene is not a problem for Luo Yan at all.

After filming all day, when Luo Yan returned to the hotel, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Maybe it was because of the leg injury that had just healed, she had been busy all day, and now her leg was so sore that it seemed to be broken.

She shuffled to the door of her room as if it had been filled with lead, took out her key card and opened it.

She went back to the room, took a shower, and lay down on the bed, usually before going to bed she always has to read a book or a script, or play with her mobile phone for a while, but today she is really tired and has no strength, lying on the bed and having sleepiness.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep in a few moments.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, she was woken up by the ringing of her mobile phone.

Luo Yan stretched out a hand from the quilt, fumbled around the bedside, and after touching the mobile phone, she pressed the hang up button irritably.

But a short time later, the call came in again.

She thought it was a harassing phone call, so she closed her eyes, and when she connected the phone, there was a burst of depressed swearing.

"Are you annoyed, people like you who still make harassing phone calls in the middle of the night don't have sex, do you......?"

"It's true, Lao Tzu just doesn't have a sex life, you are not responsible, huh?"

“……”

A wicked sound passed through Luo Yan's eardrums, Luo Yan was stunned, and she woke up more than half of her in an instant, she opened her eyes and put the phone screen in front of her eyes to take a look......

Despot.

"You're sick, do you know that I've been filming for a day today, I'm already very tired, what are you calling in the middle of the night, can't you talk about it tomorrow?"

"I miss you."

"What?"

"I miss you so much."

Luo Yan: "......"

Is this guy crazy in his brain?

actually said to her in a serious and tender tone, miss her?

"You really want to have sex with me, don't you?"

“……”

For Yemo, Luo Yan has always been a gesture of distrust.

When a man says he misses you in the middle of the night, 90% of the time he just misses your body.

"I'm sleepy, hang up the phone first, if you really have that idea, you can find a way to solve it yourself."

After speaking, Luo Yan hung up the phone.

She tossed her phone aside, pulled over the covers, over her head, and fell asleep.

Yemo looked at the dark phone screen, and only felt ...... The heart is empty.

He chuckled, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, held a lit cigarette between his fingertips, stood for an hour, turned his head, glanced at the huge deserted bedroom, and pulled the corners of his lips helplessly.