Chapter 1109


    The next day, when Winnie opened her eyes, the sun was a bit harsh outside.


    I forgot to pull the curtainsst night.


    She rolled over, feeling her head ache and about to explode, and her body was aching badly.


    Winnie rubbed her hair and sat up, her whole body was still empty and distracted.


    After taking a moment to slow down, she lifted the covers and got up, stumbling into the bathroom.


    Meanwhile, Aimee called her: "Why did you leavest night? Mr. Booth is looking for you."


    Winnie''s voice was a little hoarse: "If he asks you about meter, don''t tell him."


    Aimee was silent: "I think Mr. Booth is a good person, and you are also suitable, you want to give him a


    chance."


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    "No, I don''t like him."


    "So what do you like, there are so many neers in the circle now, young and cute, young but


    manly? You can choose whatever you want."


    Winnie: "......"


    She brushed her teeth and washed her face, "Thank you, I don''t even like it, so don''t bother, let alone


    set me up with Cooper again."


    "Got it got it." Aimee paused, "But what''s wrong with your voice, why do you sound breathless."


    Winnie headed over to the fridge, "Had some winest night, and ...... had a dream."


    "What dream? It''s made your voice hoarse."


    "......" Winnie reached for the refrigerator door, "Dreaming of a young but manly boyfriend in my bed, all


    right?"


    Her hand was halfway up when she saw a note on the refrigerator door.


    [Don''t drink ice water, there''s hot milk in the kitchen.]


    Winnie saw these words and was so shocked that her phone fell to the floor.


    Aimee was startled by the voice: "What''s wrong what''s wrong, it''s not the young but manly boyfriend


    from the dream that came to you, right?"


    Not bothering to answer, Winnie rushed into the kitchen and sure enough, she saw a ss of milk and


    breakfast.


    The onest night, was it not a dream she had when she was drunk?


    Winnie grabbed her hair and spun around three times in ce, unable to ept the reality of what had


    happened.


    The scene that happenedst night began to resurface in her mind, one scene clearer than the other,


    making her throat dry and tight.


    Outside, Aimee was still shouting on her cell phone, "Hey Winnie, what are you doing!"


    Winnie finally retrieved her thoughts, went over and squatted down to pick up the phone, and spoke


    handily, "I ......"


    "What''s the matter, young but manly boyfriending on to you?"


    Winnie: "......"


    She is really at a loss for words now.


    This morning up in a daze, the whole person is also not clear-headed, no ...... did not see Channing in,


    the room is also clean, there is no trace of his visit, so she naturally felt that is a dream ah.


    Even flirtatiously joked with Aimee.


    I didn''t think that was actually true.


    Winnie said, "No more talking to you, hanging up."


    "Eh." Aimee said, "So, are you going to the theater this afternoon? I''lle find you."


    "Go." Winnie cautioned, "Don''t you ever bring Cooper to me again."


    "Well, well, don''t worry, I promised you that I wouldn''t."


    Put down the phone, Winnie sat on the floor again, holding his head in agony for a while, and finally


    was really hungry, and did not want to struggle, got up violently, went to drink the milk and eat


    breakfast.


    After all this, it was almost one o''clock, she quickly put on a light makeup to cover the face of the tired.


    When changing clothes wipe found on the neck is nothing marks, but under the neck ......


    Winnie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.


    She rushed to the theater and finally did not miss the afternoon rehearsal.


    At the end of the rehearsal, Aimee waved to her from the stage.


    Winnie walked over and sat next to her, picked up a bottle of water and drank half of it with her head


    back.


    Aimee said, "I see you guys have been rehearsing this for a while, right? When is the national tour


    starting?"


    "Let''s do it next month, there''s a part of the script that''s still being revised."


    "So is it true that when this y tour is over, you''ll be in the group?"


    "There''s a movie being talked about, let''s talk about it then, if not, consider it a break." Winnie put down


    her water, "When are you going into the set?"


    Aimee said, "Soon too."


    She stretched azy back and touched Winnie: "Eh, talk about your young but manly boyfriend,


    handsome or not, the dream is so exciting."


    Winnie: "......"


    "Can we skip the young but manly boyfriend thing."


    "Do not ah, like this type of find it, it is difficult to really lonely old ah."


    Winnie waved her hand: "I''m going to read the script, you hurry back."


    She had just returned to the dressing room when her assistant came over with a bouquet of flowers in


    her arms: "Winnie, this is what I received just now, it says it''s for you."


    Winnie looked at the bouquet of red roses, froze for a few seconds, and what rang in her mind was the


    sound of "sister"st night.


    She subconsciously took a few steps back.


    The assistant looked at it: "There''s a note on this flower eh."


    Immediately after, the assistant added, "Winnie, it''s from Mr. Booth."


    At that, Winnie felt relieved: "Know ...... know, next time if someone gives, do not ept ah, let them


    return."


    Winnie sat down in her seat and rubbed her inmed temples.


    As soon as she closed her eyes, those dead memories began to attack her.


    She put her hand on the makeup table and pounded it with chagrin.


    The assistant saw this and asked, "Winnie, what''s wrong?"


    Winnie hurriedly organized her expression: "Nothing, nothing, you go out and get busy, I''ll read the


    script for a while."


    It was 9:00 p.m. before she packed up her things and left.


    When I left the theater, it happened to be raining outside.


    There were quite a few people standing at the door.


    At the same time, Winnie received a call from her assistant: "Winnie, we''re stuck at the intersection on


    this side of the parking lot, wait,e right over."


    Winnie responded, "Good."


    Hanging up the phone, she looked at the rain curtain and tilted her head slightly sideways.


    Next to it, the discussion came one after another.


    "That Bentley has been parked there for a long time, right, waiting for someone or what."


    "Wait for someone, I saw someone sitting inside earlier, it was a handsome man, especially especially


    handsome."


    "Waiting so long, I guess it''s to pick up his girlfriend, so envious."


    Winnie looked in the direction they said, it shouldn''t be Cooper.


    He hade here before to wait for her.


    Just then, the person next to me screamed in a low voice, "He''sing over here!"


    Soon, the ck Bentley stopped in front of them, then lowered the window and looked at Winnie: "Get


    in."


    Winnie''s eyes widened slightly and she subconsciously stepped back, trying to submerge herself in the


    crowd.


    But Channing''s gaze was not slow to follow her.


    The discussion around the room got even louder.


    Some even recognized her and whispered, "That''s Winnie, right? Is that her boyfriend in the car?"


    "No, isn''t that Mr. Booth who came a while ago her boyfriend?"


    Channing arm across the car window, and not in a hurry, quietly watching her.


    Winnie closed her eyes and could only stiffen her head and grit her teeth as she quickly pulled open


    the door and bent over the car.