Chapter 531: I will cry if I continue (2/2)

Yan Huan opened the lunch box and ate the food inside, but she all ate the food, but she still didn't like meat very much. She had to finish the food first, and then she would talk about the meat.

”Give me,” Lu Yi saw her looking aggrieved, and she really didn't want to embarrass her. It used to be at home because she didn't have to do anything. Now she's so tired. It's still a matter of her. , And wait until she is busy.

Yan Huan also politely put the meat in her lunch box to Lu Yi, but the dishes in Lu Yi's lunch box were all her own.

On the one side, Song Xihua had a pair of meals, and none of them had stuffed his mouth. It seemed more gloomy.

Song Xihua's agent reached out and patted his shoulder.

Song Xihua understood that he seemed to have failed for the first time, and he grinned, knowing that he had no chance, but he still came over, whether it was for a result, or for a determined heart, he forgot.

And the result is giving up.

And giving up is the result.

Rowling packed her things and made room for her couple. This evening, the couple would definitely do something. The young couple, the relationship is good, and the wedding is small, and the people are fierce. The writing is also normal, she is a headlight, what to do here

She took her quilt and squeezed into a room with Liang Chen's agent. The broker who happened to be in the morning also lived alone, and she could be added to her. Of course, the agent in Liang Chen also had misery.

Because a certain woman is in a quiet meeting with a certain man, she doesn't care about her.

Boom, they are all so pitiful as agents.

All day long, they start earlier than chickens, they dry more than cows, they also look at people's faces, and they bow their heads and waists, when necessary, they must become a female man, protect their entertainers, and Help the entertainer to eat meat, endure the intimidation and temptation of the female entertainer, and finally be dismissed, OK, don't say it, don't want it anymore, this is too much, but it's all tears.

Two agents, look at me, I look at you, almost cry with a headache.

In the evening, Yan Huan and Lu Yi squeezed together on a small bed. The two hadn't squeezed like this for a long time. Yan Huan took Lu Yi's mobile phone and was the same model as her.

”Really fell?”

She asked.

”Yes, I fell,” Lu Yi rubbed the top of her head, ”so I bought one,” of course, how did it break, and Yan Huan didn't ask, and he wouldn't say, as for the life and death of Fang Zhu's woman, he didn't I haven't asked, but it won't matter, and it doesn't hurt how serious it is.

Rescuing her is just moral. As for her mother's slap, it is the end of her life.

Yan Huan hugged Lu Yi's neck and buried his small face in his arms. She is sleepy and wants to sleep.