When Qiao Anhao woke up again, the silence in her ears was a little terrifying, she opened her eyes, looked at the cold environment around her, and stayed for a long time before she remembered that she was in the bathroom of Lu Jinnian's room.

Qiao An barely got up from the ground, she endured the pain all over her body, staggered, walked out of the bathroom, and found that the entire presidential suite was empty, and Lu Jinnian was gone.

Jo Ann glanced at the time of the wall clock, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

When she came up to deliver the script to Lu Jinnian, she didn't bring her mobile phone, and she didn't go back so late, I don't know if Zhao Meng would alarm the crew because she couldn't find her.

Qiao Anhao immediately picked up the phone in the room and dialed his and Zhao Meng's room, and the call was quickly answered.

Qiao Anhao just said "hey", and Zhao Meng's anxious tone followed: "Qiaoqiao, where did you go?" ”

Qiao Anhao didn't answer Zhao Meng's question, but just gave a weak order: "You take a piece of clothing and come to 1001." ”

Not long after hanging up the phone, Zhao Meng rushed over with her clothes, originally Zhao Meng saw that Qiao Anhao was fine, and was ready to ask her why she ran to 1001, but when Zhao Meng saw Qiao Anhao's pale face and bruises all over her body, she immediately swallowed her words.

At this time, late at night, because there was still filming tomorrow, the crew had already fallen asleep, so Qiao Anhao and Zhao Meng didn't meet anyone at all when they returned to their room from 1001.

After entering the room, Zhao Meng opened his mouth and asked, "Qiaoqiao, is it Lu Jinnian?" ”

Qiao An pursed her lips and replied, "You didn't alarm the rest of the crew because you couldn't find me, did you?" ”

"Nope." After Zhao Meng answered, he was about to ask Qiao Anhao, but Qiao Anhao preemptively said, "I want to take a bath." ”

Then without waiting for Zhao Meng to react, he went to the bathroom first.

When Qiao Anhao came out of the bathroom, Zhao Meng hadn't slept yet, looking at her eyes, mixed with distress: "Qiao Qiao......"

"Zhao Meng, I'm fine, it's not early, let's sleep." Qiao Anhao interrupted Zhao Meng's words again.

Zhao Meng moved her lips, and finally sighed, and without saying anything, she climbed into bed.

Qiao Anhao also followed to the bed, stretched out his hand, turned off the light, and then pulled up the quilt, covered his head, hid in the quilt, and quietly shed tears.

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The next morning, Qiao An opened his eyes, and found that his head was hurting, his nose was blocked, and he couldn't breathe, presumably he had drunk cold water last night, and he had fallen on the cold floor for so long, and he had caught a cold.

Zhao Meng looked at Qiao An's pale face, and couldn't help but say with some concern: "Why don't you call the director and postpone your scene, if you have a cold like this, your state will definitely not be good, how can you film." ”