I, Qing Huan

After eating the porridge, Nanyang sent Qing Huan back to the room.

After eating, Qing Huan seems to be in a much better condition, but she still has a low fever. Nanyang took a wet towel and put it on her head, and put a basin of cold water on the stool next to the bed to wash the towel.

The capsule she had eaten before worked, and she soon became confused.

Nan Yang bent over, touched her hair, and asked softly, "Do you want me to stay with you?"

She shook her head dimly.

"Okay, then call me if you feel uncomfortable, I can hear you."

The half-snoying eyes closed completely.

Nan Yang's fingertips stopped on her hair spin, and she could only touch her like this when she was sleepy. Nan Yang pressed her lips tightly, her eyes lingering on this familiar face. With such eyebrows and such eyes, she has kissed countless times, but now she has to stare at it for a while even when she is asleep.

But it doesn't matter, she is already her wife, and they still have a long time.

Nanyang caught the curly hair laid out on the pillow, bent his head, and kissed the soft end of the hair.

Yeah, hair ends.

She didn't dare to kiss her forehead, she didn't dare to kiss her cheek, she didn't even dare to kiss the top of her hair, because the kiss would make Qinghuan feel it. She was fortunate that there were no tactile nerves distributed in her hair. She kissed the end of the hair, and only she would know the charm of this moment.

After the kiss, she felt that she was a little frivolous again, and her ears were red.

She returned to her room, did not take off her white shirt and changed her pajamas after washing, but sat upright on the corner of the bed, listening to the movement next door. She was afraid that Qing Huan would wake up again in the middle of the night.

That night, Nan Yang had been sitting there, motionless. She poured her whole body's internal energy into her ears, listening to the faint sound of sleep, she lowered her eyes, and her eyes filled with satisfaction.

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Early the next morning, Zhu Qinghuan woke up. She slept well last night, and the fever disappeared when she got up in the morning. She rubbed her dizzy head and went downstairs, trying to pour herself a cup of hot water.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw a bowl of porridge on the dining table from a distance.

Zhu Qinghuan's head was dumbfounded.

She really did it?

Zhu Qinghuan picked up the kettle on the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking the water, she couldn't help but glance at the steaming bowl of porridge. Did Nanyang say last night that she wouldn't put any more seasonings?

Zhu Qinghuan licked her lips, walked over slowly, and carefully glanced at the contents of the bowl. It looks normal, not thick or thin. If you really just boil rice and water together, it should be...

Would you like to try it?

The first two Nanyang’s dark dishes left her psychological trauma. This time she basically picked up the spoon with a look of death, scooped a small spoon up, and carefully spit out the tip of her tongue and tentatively touched the few grains. Meter.

It's really tasteless.

For the first time she felt that lack of taste was also a perfect thing.

Zhu Qinghuan sat down at the table, dragged the bowl to him, and began to eat one by one. She noticed that there was still a notebook beside the table, which Nanyang used to remember the recipes of white porridge yesterday. She took it over and opened it.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help frowning.

This word is too ugly.

Crooked, like a bug crawling, she writes in traditional Chinese, which is even more ugly. They all speak like their own words, why Nanyang's face is so good, the words are written so madly? No matter how ugly an ordinary person writes, he can at least understand what he is writing. I am afraid that no one but herself can understand the word Nanyang.

The phone rang suddenly. Zhu Qinghuan swallowed the porridge and saw that it was Qi Yi's call, so he turned on the hands-free and didn't delay eating.

"Zhuzhu, have you watched Weibo?" Qi Yi seemed to be eating breakfast too, speaking vaguely.

"Just woke up, what's wrong?"

"The news of your marriage with Boss Nan came out, and it's hanging on the hot search. It was still'boiled' half an hour ago, but now it's'boomed'. Your square is now in a mess, everyone knows the top stream Xiaohua Zhu Qinghuan will be married to a wealthy family on the 24th of the British year. You quickly look at your comment area. Your fans are crying for father and mother."

Zhu Qinghuan sighed.

"Sooner or later, I got the certificate, and I can't cover it."

It's normal for fans to cry for father and mother. The company has set up for her rough girlfriend. The usual comment area is the wife watching me and watching me. Now it must have become a large-scale **** scene. After all, she is a traffic star, and announcing her love affair or marriage news will cause a large number of fans to turn off fans, and even anti-black stations will be lazy than usual. No way, before using his girlfriend to set up the bonus of the fan economy, he would be backlashed when he got married. And for a long time before, in order to praise her, Mei Zhongli spent money to send her the last hot search almost every two days. The hot search can increase the popularity, but it will inevitably be disgusted by people and ruin a part of it. Passersby. She has always had a lot of black fans, and now she can be regarded as a chance to completely revel in the wild.

I also want to know that this marriage news exposure was done by Mei Zhongli and her company Xiaotian Entertainment. They never asked her about this kind of thing. Anyway, her account and password were all handled by the company, and the company owner and Mei Zhong Li is an old friend again, so what can she influence?

"I see you all scolding you in your square, marrying a 35-year-old woman for money. They describe people as old, fat, and ugly, and have special habits, saying that you treat your body for fame and wealth. Betrayed to an aunt," Qi Yi chewed a little, "So what does Boss Nan look like? Is he really a middle-aged aunt?"

Zhu Qinghuan's lips rose unconsciously, and her voice was soft: "No..."

"No?"

"She is pretty."

Zhu Qinghuan's index finger and thumb gently rubbed the handle of the spoon.

"Thirty-five years old, no matter how good you look, you can see where to go..."

At this time, the phone beeps again, indicating that there is a new incoming call. Zhu Qinghuan took a look, it was Xiaoye, and said to Qi Yi: "Xiaoyi, I'll take a work call."

"You pick it up and talk back."

After answering Xiaoye's phone, the sound of gnawing instant noodles came from the receiver.

"Wish Zhu, you have read the draft, about your wedding news. We sniffed a wave of hot searches in the early hours of the morning, you know, suppressed the entry and put the blessing entry on top. I wanted to make peace What you said, but boss Nan called us ahead of time and said that you are sick, so don't disturb you."

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, for a while, then asked: "How did she know?"

"Maybe I heard what Mr. Mei said. Mr. Mei wants to expose your marriage and will definitely inform Boss Nan."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan was silent.

"I'll tell you a good thing. There will be a star dinner in Mingdu Building in the next two days, with a charity theme. The scale is very large. The list of celebrities can be spread out and sponsors are in place. You bring Boss Nan to participate. Come on, you just announced the wedding news, the heat is just right, don't show your face, the less you show your face, the darker you get, you know?"

"You can arrange these things." Zhu Qinghuan was noncommittal.

"Okay, it just so happens. You and your Nan boss donate some money to do charity, but it's a good opportunity to shut up the Internet sprayers." Xiaoye heard another gurgling sound of drinking water, "I will compare the specific time with The location will be sent to you in a moment, and I will send the clothes from the sponsor first. You two try the size, don’t get out of the basket before you come.”

"I see." Zhu Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Nanyang... is she really willing to appear in front of the media?"

Nanyang seems to love to be clean, and once exposed to the camera, her life is destined to become noisy. Zhu Qinghuan felt that she didn't seem to be a troublemaker, and she should also understand that the entertainment industry is messed up the most.

"Yes, Boss Nan called us and said that she would attend with you," Xiaoye smiled, "I guess she saw those comments on Weibo that scolded you, saying that you had a sugar daddy. Middle-aged aunt or something, she might come out and want to say something for you, who knows."

Zhu Qinghuan's nails grabbed the handle of the spoon, and her eyelashes trembled.