Chapter 777: She doesnt want fame (1/2)

If Yan Huan is looking for other men under such circumstances, whether it is Yan Huan’s pink line or Song Xihua’s side, they are the same. They are all too forgiving and give the most Would be a blessing.

However, that was just before, and now Lu Yi has returned. Although there is no much publicity, Lu Yi must have returned to work in the procuratorate. How did Lu Yi come back? What happened? No one knows yet, and no one dares to take Lujia and Lu prosecutors as news and speculate, but the return of Lu prosecutors is not a fact.

And now that Yan Huan has made such a thing, this is simply derailment.

In an instant, her popularity fell to a thousand feet, and then an iron fan, and she couldn't allow her idol to have such a stain, carrying her husband and going to open a room with other men.

The more famous actors, the more they should pay attention to themselves. If they are not clean and self-loving, then what will eventually become red, how will they fall? Let the fans start a big scolding.

Later, people took photos of Yan Huan and Song Xihua together. However, Prosecutor Lu went to get off work step by step. He didn't even know he was wearing a green hat on his head.

”Do you feel so good?” Song Xihua asked Yan Huan.

”Are you feeling bad?” Yan Huan was holding a mug. Inside the cup was a cup of warm milk tea, which warmed her fingertips and sweetened the tip of her tongue.

”Okay?” Song Xihua didn't like to come and go with her like this, just entangled in this sentence.

”If it was before, I would be happy, but now, under such circumstances, you are like ruining yourself.”

”I haven't thought about filming again, ruined, ruined,” Yan Huan gripped the cup in his hands with his own hands. ”If you feel embarrassed, I can explain it.” Yan Huan didn't think about injuring others, her reputation. It's stinky, so why do you want to involve a Song Xihua.

”You know what I mean,” Song Xihua also passed the glass, his eyes fixed on Yan Huan.

”Even if you have nothing, you still have me.”

Yan Huan smiled, and only a pair of clear eyes also caught the time at this time.

With a snap, Rowling threw all the newspapers in front of Yan Huan.

”Yan Huan, do you want me to die?”

”Aren't you living well?” Yan Huan half lying on the sofa on one side, a little tired, she wants to sleep for a while, okay, don't disturb her, will you?

”Do you know what you are doing?” Rowling screamed at Yan Huan's face as she passed by.

”It's not my fault,” Yan Huan opened his eyes. ”I don't know how they can take such pictures. You can rest assured, I will be careful.”