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"That is really thank you, director. []" Lu Yannian's assistant politely said a thank you to the director, then bid farewell to the two people, holding a mobile phone, while calling Lu Yannian, turned and left.
The director said to Joan with a little apology: "Little Joe, maybe you will make your makeup again today."
"It doesn't matter." Joan looked at the assistant who had walked a distance and said to the director: "The director, you are busy, if nothing happens, I will go to the makeup remover and go back to the hotel."
"it is good."
"Goodbye." Joanne smiled at the director, then turned and caught up with Lu’s assistant and stopped in front of him.
“Miss Joe?” Lu’s assistant stopped and put down the phone that still couldn’t be dialed. He politely asked: “Is there anything?”
"Lu Yannian, was he injured?" Joan asked directly.
The assistant thought of Lu’s embarrassment yesterday, paused and kept a polite smile: “I’m sorry...”
"I know that he was injured." Joan did not wait for the assistant to finish, then he spoke first and said.
The assistant swallowed two sputums and there was no snoring.
"He was hurt on the back, right?" Joan asked.
The assistant moved his lips and finally nodded. He paused for a while and asked: "Miss Joe, did you drink a lot of wine when Mr. Lu went to the party yesterday?"
Joe heard this sentence, and subconsciously lowered his eyes. Yesterday's Lu Yannian, when playing the guessing game, because she knew the law of his punches, he lost many times and did drink a lot of wine.
Yesterday she really didn't know that he was injured... Joanne bit his lip and gently pointed at the assistant.
"I know!" The assistant's tone suddenly became a little anxious: "He is so badly hurt behind his back, where can he drink? It must be infected now, the wounds are aggravated, and one person hides. The same is true of the last costume drama. Because there was no substitute, when I was playing, I didn’t pay attention. The left foot twisted into the ribs. He didn’t tell anyone. After four days, in the hotel room, he took a shower and walked. He didn’t walk, he fell. At the ground, I realized that he was injured!"
Speaking of this, the assistant was all angry with him: "Four days, twisted to the ribs, hard for four days, the ankles were swollen into a hoe, and sent to the hospital, the doctor said, if the hard support, the feet are abolished It!"
"It’s really not what Mr. Lu is going to do. Every time he is like this, he is injured, he is sick, or he is hiding in a single voice. People can’t find it, or they can’t say it. I really don't know what he thinks in the bottom of his heart. Isn't it going to scream? The most basic love is not!"
"You said, where to find him? The phone does not pick up, the text message does not return!" The assistant couldn't help but hurriedly walked around, and walked around in the same place, and his mouth was still broken and stopped: "It is really anxious to die. I don't know how he is doing now?""Miss Joe, what do you say?" The assistant said, stopping and turning around to see Joan, but he saw that Joan had turned and walked far away.
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Joan had unloaded his makeup, and he asked Zhao Meng for the car key and drove away.
The place where the crew was located was on the south side of Beijing City, and Yishan was on the north side of Beijing City. Qiao An had opened a car for nearly three hours before handing it to the villa of Yishan.
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