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That's why Song Yan's shoulders may still be scalded by the temperature of the hot water even though she has a coat to protect her from absorbing water.

She pushed back her long hair that was hanging over her shoulders, revealing a white shoulder.

There were several red spots on the delicate skin. Although no blisters were seen, it was very dazzling. When I touched it, the temperature of those red skin was obviously higher than other places.

Song Yan glanced down, with a surprised expression on her face.

During the audition before, because her hair was loose and hung over her shoulders, blocking her view, she had to audition and persuade the director again, and she didn't have the time to check it carefully. She thought it was just a little burnt, but she didn't expect it to look ...It's a little serious...

The entertainment industry has very strict requirements on artists, and female artists are even more demanding than male artists. Apart from the face, the skin on other parts of the body is equally important.

Especially the places that are often exposed when dressing, such as arms, legs, shoulders, back... can't leave obvious scars.

Some brokerage companies even strictly stipulate in the contract that artists should not leave traces on conspicuous places on their bodies.
Whether it's scars or tattoos, as long as it can be captured by the camera, visible to the naked eye, and will affect the visual beauty, nothing can be left.

Those that cannot be removed are often covered with makeup or jewelry.

The scald on Song Yan's shoulder, although it looked a little red and frightening, but fortunately there were no obvious blisters from the burn, so there was no need to worry about scars.

The female doctor checked it carefully, and even touched it lightly with her hand. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Fortunately, it's just a slight burn, and the blisters haven't even come out. It's not serious. Wait Let me prescribe a box of burn medicine for you, apply it on time every day, and the red mark will disappear soon."

That's why she said there was no need to come to the hospital...

Song Yan thought helplessly that it was hard to say anything to the female doctor, so she thanked her.

After successfully getting the ointment, she quickly walked out of the hospital clinic.

Back in the car, Chengcheng came over immediately, but because he was worried that "mother" might be injured, he didn't dare to throw himself on her like before, for fear of accidentally touching her "injured" place.

"Mom, are you okay?"

The little guy looked up at her worriedly, and his eyes fell on the medicine box she was holding in her hand. He pursed his lips, his eye circles were almost red, and his voice was disturbed with a bit of crying, "Mom really? Are you hurt?"

Lu Yanchen was still sitting in the front cab, and looked back at her when he heard the words, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he didn't say a word.

The expressions of the father and son are also synchronized to a certain extent...

Song Yan felt a little funny in her heart, but also had an inexplicable warm feeling. She took out the medicine box, handed it to Cheng Cheng, and comforted her patiently: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, just a slight burn. The doctor has given I have prescribed the medicine, as long as you apply it on time, you will be fine soon."

Cheng Cheng is young, so he is easy to be fooled, and he is not very good at recognizing the complicated fonts of scientific names on the medicine box. Hearing Song Yan say this, he is really relieved.

However, Lu Yanchen was keenly aware of another problem, and frowned slightly, "Scald?"

Didn't she audition?How did you get burned?
He thought she had suffered a skin trauma before, and he didn't think about the burn at all.

"..."

Uh.

It seems that I accidentally slipped my mouth...

Song Yan was ashamed in her heart, but she had already said her words, and she couldn't take them back, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "It was just that when I poured hot water, I accidentally spilled it on my clothes and it burned it a little. Because it was not serious, I didn't pay attention to it before."

Lu Yanchen nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Cheng Cheng tilted his head up, and asked a little worriedly: "Will it hurt?"

"No, don't worry." Song Yan warmed up, stretched out her hands to rub his hair, and then changed the subject, "By the way, my audition went well today, and if there are no accidents, the role should be fine. got it!"

As she said that, she couldn't help showing a smile on her face, her eyes were slightly bright, and she seemed to be in a very good mood.

Lu Yanchen saw it, and said lightly, "Congratulations."

Song Yan was a little surprised, as if she didn't expect him to congratulate her, but the smile on her face deepened, and the joy emanating from the depths of her heart made her look extra soft.

"Thank you."

She said frankly and sincerely: "If it were not for your help, I am afraid things would not go so smoothly. Thank you!"

She thanked her twice.

Once was Xie Lu Yanshen's "Congratulations".

Another time it was to thank him for the salary he was willing to advance in advance.

Without the 3000 million in hand, Song Yan really can't guarantee that she will be able to get the role. Even if there is still a faint hope in the end, it will never be as smooth as it is now.

Thinking about it this way, Song Yan felt even more emotional in her heart, and felt from the bottom of her heart that the father and son of the Lu family were indeed her nobles.

Verbal thanks, no matter how sincere they are, have no real meaning.

Song Yan couldn't help but want to do something to repay the other party.

She looked at the time and found that it was past one o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already past lunch time.

But according to Lu Yanchen, Cheng Cheng has been guarding outside the interview building... I don't know if he has had lunch yet?

Thinking about it, Song Yan simply asked, "Mr. Lu, have you and Cheng Cheng had lunch?"

This question was so homely, Lu Yanchen was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Chengcheng ate the bread, but I didn't."

really.

"That's right, I didn't eat at noon."

Song Yan suggested enthusiastically, "How about I invite you to eat hot pot? At this point, there should be no people in the hot pot restaurant. I know there is an old hot pot restaurant that tastes great! And there are private rooms, what do you think?" ?”

She said and looked at Lu Yanchen.

Lu Yan was stunned again, and looked sideways slightly, with a rare look of confusion on his face.

"What is hot pot?" He asked.

"..."

Song Yan was dumbfounded, and looked at him incredulously, "You don't know what hot pot is? Have you never eaten it?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she knew that she had asked for nothing.

The answer is obvious.

Lu Yanchen could ask such a question, how could he have eaten hot pot?

In fact, this is not difficult to understand. For popular food like hot pot, most people may eat it every three to five times, and the more people there are, the more atmospheric it tastes.

But for people in the upper class, they are more accustomed to the meal sharing system, that is, a single serving of food for each person, rather than eating together for everyone.