Wen Huihui, who watched Song Ran's performance, dispersed with the crowd.

That kind of Song Ran made her out of reach, and she was so jealous that she went crazy, that was the protagonist, that was the undoubted protagonist, and the men and women in the theater were all here because of her.

Every applause is because of her.

At the end of the play, those who came to the stage with flowers were also for her.

Wen Huihui was pushed forward by the crowd in a distraction, fantasizing in her mind how good it would be if it was her, if she was standing on that stage and accepting the love of so many people.

She just lacks a chance, her strength is no worse than Song Ran.

When she left, she could only serve her backer director more carefully and humbly, hoping that others would favor her and reward her as a heroine.

Like living in a sewer, her world is dark.

It was already early June, and after Song Ran finished acting, he ignored Yao Xifeng as usual and went directly out of the art troupe.

Dajun couldn't stand it anymore, and patted Yao Xifeng's shoulder: "Brother, don't break the bank in the future, Song Ran doesn't accept your flowers, and you still buy them every time, isn't it a waste of money?"

Yao Xifeng once again spit on himself, and only last time did he say that Song Ran had something worthy of him.

But as soon as he turned his face, he came up very undignified, he just couldn't let go of Song Ran, and he just didn't want to give up so easily.

He smiled rather unpleasantly: "It's okay, I still have the money to buy a bouquet of flowers, so I should take care of the grandmother who sells flowers at the back door of the art troupe." ”

The army shook his head: "Brother, ask for more blessings." ”

Yao Xifeng casually gave the bouquet to the little actor who was passing by, turned to Dajun and said, "Can you help me make an appointment with Director Li?" ”

The army scratched his head: "What's the matter?"

"Something at work. ”

Dajun nodded: "Okay, tomorrow, I'll talk to Director Li in a while." ”

After all, this Yao Xifeng spends a lot of money to buy tickets every time, and he buys a lot of them as soon as he buys them, so he still has to give this face.

"Okay, thank you, Brother Jun. ”

Song Ran hurriedly went to the military hospital, her brother Ming'er was about to be discharged from the hospital, of course she had to accompany him tonight.

When he went to the hospital, Gu Jingxing sat on the bed reading a book, and Song Ran walked over with his hands behind his back: "Where are you reading?"

Gu Jingxing glanced at her, Song Ran shrunk her neck, she ran away after teasing last time, she was empty-hearted.

Gu Jingxing put the book on the quilt with his backhand, and said in a deep voice: "Coming?"

Song Ran touched his neck: "Well, after the performance, I came over, today is still a day of enthusiastic response, and several people have given me flowers." ”

After speaking, his hand was taken out from behind his back, and he took a few stars in his hand, and the swaying lights shone on the stars, Gu Jingxing couldn't help but be stunned again.

Well, when I see Song Ran, I always stay every day, maybe because she is getting more and more beautiful and wearing makeup, Gu Jingxing always feels that he can't see enough of her face.

Song Ran shook a few stars in front of his eyes: "Is it good-looking?"

Gu Jingxing's smile was like the evening breeze in early summer, which made people's hearts ripple: "It's good-looking, do you want to borrow flowers to offer Buddha?"

Song Ran nodded: "Well, for you, for our lovely and respectable brother Bing." ”

Gu Jingxing stretched out his hand, and Song Ran obediently handed him the flower, but saw that Gu Jingxing did not reach out to receive the flower, but clasped her wrist......

Song Ran was like a great enemy and wanted to escape...... But it was too late.