Chapter 78: Why are you thin again? (1/2)

”Why have you lost weight recently?” The makeup artist dressed up for Yan Huan. She is now familiar with Yan Huan. The age of Yan Huan is the youngest among these actors, but her acting skills are very good.

”Actually, you don't need to be thinner anymore,” the makeup artist felt so distressed that this little girl was not too young. She was only 20 years old. She was still in school with normal children, and she came out early to film. Make money to support your family.

”Look, the clothes are all big,” she said, pulling the clothes around Yan Huan's waist. She was indeed thinner than a few days ago. This is the husband of a few days.

Yan Huan smiled and touched his arm, and was drawn a thousand CC of blood, can't he be thin?

However, that’s fine. Yan Huan thought about today’s drama. It’s just that she was talking about the red medicine sickness. She was acting in her own right, even her face was just white, and she didn’t have to wear makeup to die. It is already in place, and she is also thinner, her face seems to be smaller, and her eyes are bigger than before.

Such a look should be quite in line with the drama of Red Medicine.

The lights and the background are all arranged, and Yan Huan sits on the side of the chair. With the beginning of the sound card, her eyes began to start to sway something. Today she is still the royal blue cheongsam, but again Glamorous clothes, it is just that she is pale today, and her red lips are gray, living here, but just living day by day, I don’t know when, maybe your life is also when you have not paid attention. Just left here, and then a lone grave, a cup of soil.

Qin He, Rouge Tower, drunkenly dreamed of death

She took out a cigarette, lit it, then smoked it again, every move, all with a special charm, gently spit out a cigarette, the movement is very familiar, like smoking a few hundred Roots, and as many as thousands.

She spit out cigarettes bit by bit, and her red lips, with some satire, were always added with different irony. The red medicine at this time is no longer the kind of hateful teeth it ticks, but people can't help it. Some are distressed, her charming distressed, but also distressed her identity.

Suddenly, as soon as the window moved, something rolled in from outside. She turned around and stared at someone who had broken into her fragrant girl. The person was **** and embarrassed.