The greatest success of acting is to completely enter another character and forget about yourself, which is a success, but ...... It's also dangerous. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

Luo Yan slowly calmed down his emotions, wanting to get himself out of the role of 'Leng Yue'.

Leng Yue is too sad, Luo Yan is afraid that he will be depressed after filming the drama "Floating Life".

Yemo is naturally worried, after all, she is still pregnant with a child in her belly, and maintaining a good mood is of course the most important thing.

"Luo Yan ......"

"Do you know what I thought when I was filming?" Yemo only said two words, and was cut off by Luo Yan coldly.

Some words came out of her mouth uncontrollably: "When I was playing Leng Yue, I thought of the man who played opposite Leng Yue as you, I was thinking, will I have a day like Leng Yue, when I thought we were finally about to come together, but you betrayed me again for other women?" ”

Luo Yan admitted that she was nervous and suffered from gains and losses.

After all, it is not unheard of Yemo once abandoning her for the sake of Jian Anning.

"Night Ink ......"

"That's enough." Yemo's eyebrows sank, and the displeasure on his face was obvious.

Luo Yan continued without fear of death: "Isn't what I said wrong? I really think that the plot I played is quite similar to our relationship. ”

Yemo glanced at her obliquely, her sharp eyes were like a knife cutting at her, although Luo Yan was afraid, her face was still full of smiles.

The sarcasm in Luo's words, he didn't understand it, this woman was scolding him around the corner.

She said that their relationship is similar to the plot of "Floating Life", isn't it just that he is a negative man?

This woman's conscience must have been eaten by dogs, and in the past three years, she has probably forgotten how he accommodated her and coaxed her.

No, it's not forgetting, it's that she never felt it!

Yemo's original peaceful heart is also angry at this moment.

What he actually hated was not what Luo Yan did to do something aimed at him, he said something aimed at him, he hated it so much, Luo Yan always liked to doubt him with this weird tone of yin and yang.

In her heart, she didn't even give him the slightest trust.

Luo Yan was still talking to herself, saying how much she didn't trust him, saying that she felt that the scene in the play would always happen to her, she said that she didn't want to give birth to a child for him, and kept telling him to get out......

Yemo is really angry now!

"Don't rely on me to spoil you now, just be unscrupulous in front of me!" The man's voice was low and terrifying, and his dark eyes were covered with a layer of fierce yin owl.

Luo Yan has been used to singing against Yemo in the past few years, but she has indeed not seen him angry with her so openly for a long time.

She choked back lightly, "Who is your pet?" ”

The corners of the man's lips were filled with a hint of coldness, and he sneered, "You are not rare, there are always people who are rare." ”

"Is it a peaceful peace?" Luo Yan subconsciously said a name.

Yemo's face suddenly deepened and became more and more ugly, and the fists clenched at his side were faintly bruised, and the bones were clucking.

Luo Yan glanced at his expression carefully, she always suspected that in the next second, that fist would fall on her.

The atmosphere fell into a long silence, and no one had the intention of speaking first.

There was no emotion on his face but indifference.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, he turned around and left.

Luo Yan was stunned for a moment, and then reflexively called out to her, "Where are you going?" ”..

The man's steps paused, but he didn't turn back, his voice was low and tight, and he replied to her lightly: "If you don't want it, naturally someone wants it." ”

Leaving this uninexplicable sentence, he strode out of the ward.

*

Late at night.

Crimson Hotel.

The largest ...... in City A Love hotel.

Yemo booked a room and called a person—a woman.

When Jian Anning appeared at the door of the room wearing a plain and conservative chiffon shirt and long skirt, Yemo's gaze slowly turned sideways.

When she felt the ambiguity and romance in the room, Jian Anning's face was smeared with an imperceptible flush, she lowered her gaze uncomfortably, and called out to him in a soft voice: "Night ......"