Ning Feifei's eyes instantly turned red, when did she suffer such a loss, she walked to the director's side, and was about to cry, but the director ignored her, just stood aside, looking back at the shot just now.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, this shot is very good!"

The highest level of anger is not a heart-rending yelling, but a fluttering look in Luo Yan's eyes, and a light and breezy line interpretation, but it can make people feel her anger even more!

This is the acting.

Ning Feifei's breathing was not smooth.

But at this time, I can't get out of my temper.

Luo Yan, you wait for me!

Ning Feifei gritted her teeth secretly.

After Ning Feifei's slap, Luo Yan felt a lot more relaxed.

Her emotions are always like a gust of wind, coming and going quickly.

In the final analysis, Yemo is not the person she cares about.

So, why did she make herself unhappy for him?

That night, Luo Yan asked the assistant to get a box of wine and move it to his room.

After Song Tiantian came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw Luo Yan sitting cross-legged on the ground and drank it very boldly.

Empty wine bottles staggered around her.

Song Tian cared about Luo Yan's body, and immediately took the wine bottle in her hand.

Luo Yan didn't have much resistance to Song Tiantian's actions, she knew that she was doing it for her own good.

Luo Yan is still quite rational in his head.

She staggered to her feet, tiptoeing to clean up the mess on the side.

After doing all this, she suddenly felt very tired, and she lay down on the bed in a large shape.

"What a boring life......"

Listening to Luo Yan's strange exclamation, Song Tiantian couldn't help laughing.

"So what? What do you want to do? ”

"Me!" Luo Yan sat up from the bed suddenly, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "I want to find a man to comfort me." ”

Song Tilt: "......"

It's really not amazing.

"Could it be that you are there in Yemo...... Not yet comforted? ”

Looking at the wanton kiss marks all over Luo Yan's white V-neck silk pajamas, Song Tian subconsciously spoke.

"Oh, with him." Luo Yan sneered: "I'm tired of doing it with him, and I want to die rough every time, that bastard, he only cares about himself, hey, do you know, I really envy you." ”

"Envy me?" Song tilted unconsciously.

"Yes, at least there is someone in bed who will serve you, and you will not be guilty of serving others."

“……”

Luo Yan sighed deeply again, she put her head under the quilt, wrapped herself in a mummy, and lay stiffly on the bed.

Song Tiantian knew that she was indeed experiencing trouble.

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During the lunch break the next day, Song Tiantian received a phone call, which was from the hospital.

She found a secluded spot to get the phone on.

Before she could say anything, she heard the person over there say excitedly: "Miss Song, your mother is awake!" ”

"What?!" The mobile phone that Song was holding almost fell to the ground, and she repeated in surprise: "My mother woke up?" ”

"Yes! If you have time, hurry to the hospital! The doctor said excitedly.

It's so sudden!

Song Tiantian stood stiffly in place, feeling like the blood was flowing backwards above his head.

Even though she looked forward to Xin Wan's wish to wake up over and over again, and imagined it over and over again in her heart, she still couldn't believe it when this day really came.

Six years, six years.

She lifted the back of her hand and quickly wiped a drop of moisture from the corner of her eye.

She and the director took a day off and rushed to the hospital.