There was a lot of noise on the internet, but no one really went through her chat with her kids in 2025。
She's not acting anymore. She's more busy than ever。
Shen-hoonYou're in your 40s, you're lucky, you're slow, you can wear clothes。
The kid in the back seat smiled a little bit on her arm, and two copies of the book of the book and a bag of newly purchased rolls were stuck in the basket。
It's not acting. It's passing。
She was the first one to play "the doctor's happy" when she was only 20 years old, her hair was tight and her eyes were so bright。
After six years with nie, we filmed together, moved together, picked out the curtains, was not “sunset”, was not “sunset”, or was the rhythm of two people getting worse, one to catch up, the other to run a press conference, and finally to go quiet。
She said, "i was cutting the make-up picture of the great dynasty the day he had someone else
In 2006, her mother introduced a man named anda, manchuria, the diplomatic system, soft talk and good work。
After almost two years of time differentials, he wrote down that she liked to eat macalon and that she had a box of red meat when she first met。
In 2009, they were registered on the fishing platform and brought a household book and identity card without hiring or wearing a dress。
The diamond ring was the one she had chosen, and he saved two years for naked diamonds。
The son was born in 2010 under the name "love new zhilo", not by tact, but by searching the family's family, asking the elders, and turning over the qing dynasty chong dynasty。
She taught the child to read the numbers and to carry " transcripts" and make pumpkin cakes with him。
Before mid-year examinations in 2025, she threw out three plays, rose up at 6 a. M. Each day, cooked his son a little rice congee and sat next to the paper。
The studio sent an explanatory letter, which was very clear: “senior shen has recently focused on family arrangements”
She doesn't look like she used to. She's got a face. She's wide。
On one occasion, a documentary film was swiped in her feet to the top of the cupboard, with her arms covered and sweating a little wet, and the host asked, "was it fat?" she smiled, "for four years, the arms sank, but they moved."
She didn't issue a “resilence” manifesto, she didn't have a “self-regulatory card”, and she did。
The circle of friends is small, and occasionally one: the children write a full book of homework, the python of the balcony, anda's cooked green bean soup。
On her birthday in 2024, her son gave her a picture of three people holding hands and twisting the phrase “we are the home of raffonhua”。
It's a little curly on the edge of the paper, and it looks like it's been over a few times。
Fat, old, not red, but she didn't lose anything。
Nothing。
She's fat and old, but she doesn't care。
