Chapter 1272: heartless (1/2)

She lowered her eyelashes. Although she was thin, she was still thin and unobtrusive. She put her hands on the table and her slender fingers seemed to be like bamboo shoots.

As long as she breathes, she always has the strength to bend.

Yan Huan is very stubborn, sometimes to the point of not listening.

The assistant put down the phone and didn't know how to talk about it together.

”What's wrong, something?” Yan Huan didn't see the assistant's desire to stop.

”Miss Yan, there will be filming there...”

The assistant looked at Yan Huan embarrassedly, and she was afraid to speak.

”Well, I know,” Yan Huan closed his eyes again.

”But you...” The assistant was worried about Yan Huan, ”How can you go back like this?”

”So...” The assistant gritted his teeth. ”I'll go back to discuss with the director and let her give me a few more days of vacation.” The assistant thought about it, and still felt the best.

She went back, it was better than Yan Huan to go back.

Yes, that's it,

And she packed her luggage and went back on the second.

However, she was not worried about it. After all, the present words are not the words in the past. The director had a good impression of her. If this time...

Forget it, let's not talk about the rest, if you can fight for a few more days, that is a few days.

She sighed and was already on the plane.

But, she forgot Yan Huan's temperament, she was obviously a stubborn woman.

As soon as she had a pupil on her front foot, Yan Huan had stopped taking injections and medicine and was reluctant to drink those soups.

Yan Huan set a ticket for himself, went to the airport himself, and went back himself.

At this time, it was already cold, cold enough, almost even the wind blowing on her was also spurring bones, and her hands and feet were cold and could not feel a little temperature.

And it was only her tone that supported her, and it was just that she was still alive.

It's just that why this road is so far, she feels like she can't reach the end of her life.

She got off the plane, and at this moment she seemed to have no breathing.

Until she opened the door, she put her luggage aside, and then she sat on the ground powerless, and at this time, she had no strength at all, she was lying on the cold ground, that’s it Breathing again and again, it was like a fish leaving the water, remembering something with the last five seconds.

She held out her hand and grabbed the quilt on one side forcibly. This was when she climbed carefully, and then moved to the small wooden bed little by little, as if she was dying again, even breathless Exhale.

Can't die, but still alive.

She was reluctant to die, what should I do?