Chapter 207: Pity (2/2)

But in the end, she still has to face and face. Her identity is here. If she is known, she is not being pressed by a third-rate actor. She has to laugh at the big teeth. How can she still have it in the future? Faces are mixed in this circle.

”I'm sorry, director, there are some things recently, so my heart is too bad, I will adjust it well,” she took a deep breath and finally found such an excuse. In short, she couldn't say that she was crushed come out.

Yan Huan's pressure on her drama is very subtle, and most people can't see it at all, except that she can feel it.

Yan Huan, she sank her face, and then a cold smile on her lips, let's take a good look, whether you are the empress can laugh to the end, don't forget, and finally I became the crown harem Lord, you are dead.

Yes, this is the end of the concubine of the Qing Dynasty. After all, the age of the empress dowager is too old. She did get sick and die in the end, and the honey concubine became the favorite concubine, and of course, the master of the harem.

It may be different from history, but this is not a historical drama, but a rather **** romance drama.

In this regard, Yan Huan is powerless, but the Queen Mother’s life is worth it, and few people will have such a wonderful life in her.

Yan Huan clipped the meat in his lunch box into Yi Ling's bowl.

Why don’t you eat such delicious meat? You’re thin enough. Ealing doesn’t understand it. Obviously, the meat is not fat. Beef, but I still don’t eat it.

Yan Huan smiled and didn't speak. She turned around and continued to eat her share. Ealing might not see it, but Rowling saw it. Yan Huan did eat beef. Beef is not so disgusted, and even the feeling it shows is still very like. The reason is that it is given to Yiling, probably because Yiling likes to eat it.

It's just a pity that she looked back at Xiao Rongrong. Xiao Rongrong had found the one. If she wanted to come to this drama, she might be the last one of Yan Huan. It's just a pity that such a good actor is also an artist with little conscience.