I, Qing Huan

In the afternoon, the sponsor dress that Xiaoye said was sent over. There was no announcement today. Zhu Qinghuan was holding the two big boxes, standing at the door of Nanyang's bedroom, hesitating, not knowing whether he should knock on the door.

Nanyang sat on the windowsill and read a book, listening to the footsteps dangling outside the door, she did not take the initiative to open the door. She gave Qing Huan the choice of meeting, and when Qing Huan was ready to see her, she would open the door. If Qing Huan didn't want to see her after thinking about it, she wouldn't bother.

It's just that the book in hand hasn't turned a page for a long time.

The door was finally knocked. Nan Yang curled her lips in relief, put down her book and went to the door, opening the door to Qing Huan.

Zhu Qinghuan hugged the dress box, pondered for a moment, and said, "I heard Xiaoye say that you promised to attend that charity dinner?"

Nan Yang gave a hum.

"You have to be prepared. Now the enthusiasm of our marriage news is still high. Once you show your face, you will definitely be uneasy in the future." When Zhu Qinghuan spoke, the charming eyebrows were soft and soft. "You have to wear it as soon as you go out. With sunglasses, it’s impossible to go to the shopping malls and restaurants openly. When you go out, someone will stare at you and even harass you. Do you really think about it?"

Nan Yang looked at the dress box in her arms and smiled very lightly: "After that, I will stay home."

"Don't go out for the rest of your life?" Zhu Qinghuan was helpless.

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and whispered: "As long as you will go home, I will stay at home for the rest of my life, what's wrong?"

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.

lifetime?

She smiled immediately and let's take a look. The "lifetime" of the wealthy population is so light that it can make a promise to someone who hasn't known it for long. The words are so nice, if other women listened to this, they would be deceived into tears.

"Do you want to try on clothes?" Nan Yang interrupted her thoughts aloud.

Zhu Qinghuan restrained her emotions and nodded: "Well, the dress from the sponsor."

"Come to my room or try in your room?"

"...Either way."

"Come in then."

Zhu Qinghuan walked in with Nanyang in a daze. He didn't expect at all. In fact, they could try them in their respective rooms.

The box opens, and inside are two couple-style red dresses. There are no other colors, pure red, simple tailoring, and full design stitching, which complements the beautiful face of Zhu Qinghuan. At first glance, the sponsor is Her temperament is built on her own. It's a pity that the sponsor has never seen Nanyang and gave her the same red dress. If the designer sees the cold and snowy Nanyang with his own eyes, he would really want to put the red dress in the dyeing vat to make it white.

Nanyang usually wears only white shirts, and she does not wear white T-shirts. She only wears shirts. The color of the shirt is at best the difference between snow white, tea white, moon white and pale. If she needs to wear a coat or down jacket, it must be white. It doesn't matter what she is white. Anyway, she has to be white except for her pants. Zhu Qinghuan was worried that she would not be able to accept this dress, "Or I will let them change..."

"Why do you want to change it." Nan Yang bent down, and gently touched the soft cloth in the box with his fingertips. There was no expression on his face. "Do you think it won't look good if I wear it?"

"No..." Zhu Qinghuan pursed his lips, "You can accept it."

"acceptable."

Nanyang looked at the dress for a while, then suddenly straightened up and began to take off his clothes quietly.

She lowered her eyes, her complexion was as usual, her slender fingers unbuttoned the white shirt one by one, revealing the white underwear inside. She is very thin, her skin is cold white, the kind of exquisite color that can only be cultivated without sunshine all year round, but there are many long strips of scars on such exquisite skin, which looks like a sharp weapon. After taking off the shirt, she began to take off her pants. As soon as the zipper of the black tights was unzipped, a flat and tight belly was exposed. The sunlight outside the window hits obliquely, and outlines the graceful outline of the "Chuan" abdominal muscles. Thin, soft hairs on the skin.

A good-looking body must be exercised regularly. Every bulging skeletal texture is so perfect.

It's really hard to maintain a 35-year-old body like this.

Zhu Qinghuan hadn't reacted yet. She was staring closely at a woman's changing clothes, watching her take off herself to her underwear little by little. She didn't seem to realize that it was a very nonsense. Ceremonial matter.

The dress was a tube top, and Nan Yang's fingers put his underwear buttons on, and he was about to untie it, but after another pause, he turned his head to look at Zhu Qinghuan: "Should I take it off?"

Zhu Qinghuan regained consciousness, quickly retracted his gaze, and said a little hurriedly: "You...you don't need to, I will let them send invisible underwear for dresses tomorrow."

Why should she stay here to watch Nanyang change clothes?

How could such an intimate and sexual thing happen between them?

Zhu Qinghuan picked up her dress box and walked straight to the door no matter what Nanyang was doing. Her mind was confused, and she even forgot that the moment she opened the door, someone might see Nanyang without clothes from the outside, and just left. Fortunately, I still remember to close the door when I left.

Nanyang watched her suddenly leave, and stopped taking the dress.

Is Qing Huan... shy?

When she left, there seemed to be a little red on her ears.

After a long time, Nan Yang smiled lightly, lowered his head, and gently stroked his shoulder blades and collarbone with his fingers, and then touched his lower abdomen.

She didn't know how many times she had kissed these places, and now she would be shy just looking at it.

Nanyang's fingers slowly moved up again, and when they moved to the position of the heart on the left chest, the emotions under his eyes suddenly stopped, and then gradually cooled down and became ice.

Fingertips moved slightly and tremblingly touched a scar there.

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Time soon arrived at the dinner party.

During the day, Zhu Qinghuan went to catch two more announcements. Xiaoye followed her around and sent her home in the afternoon. She almost went back to the room and changed her dress and put on some makeup. Up.

Nan Yang had changed her dress and waited for her in the living room in advance.

When Zhu Qinghuan came downstairs, he saw Nanyang wearing a red dress and was lost for a moment.

It is strange that even if this woman wears red, she still feels that she is cold, extraordinary, a handful of snow wrapped in flames. The extreme contrast brought by people and clothes makes her look more mysterious and charming. People unconsciously want to get closer to her, look at the cold white skin of her neck and shoulders, and watch her press her lips and on her lower lip. The stained spot was shining with wet marks. It seems that only by looking at her in this way can we be sure that she is a real woman.

So lovely. Fortunately, Zhu Qinghuan didn't want to take Nanyang out.

She didn't know what her psychology was, and she couldn't figure it out.

Maybe people will instinctively have exclusive thoughts about things that are too beautiful.

She didn't have time to post too long, and Xiaoye's WeChat kept humming and shaking. Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly walked to the gate and called to Nanyang: "Let's go, hurry up, it's too late."

Nan Yang followed her and said nothing.

The two got into the babysitter car that Xiaoye parked at the door. Xiaoye turned her head from the driver's seat and saw Nanyang who was closing the door, her expression was startled: "Which artist are you? Why are you at Zhuzhu's house?"

Nan Yang lowered his eyes and said lightly: "I am not an artist."

As soon as she spoke, Xiaoye recognized her voice. Nanyang had been calling herself two days ago, telling her something about Zhu Zhu. Xiaoye's mouth was wide open, big enough to stuff three eggs, and the two words Zhu Qinghuan said to herself that day echoed back and forth in her mind—

"Ugly."

She was wrong. It turns out that beauty and money can really exist at the same time.

"Boss Nan, Nan, Nan, I..." Xiaoye couldn't restrain the smile on his face excitedly, "I didn't expect that you...you...I am honored to meet you, you are so beautiful! I didn't expect... "

"Xiaoye, drive, you are going to be late." Zhu Qinghuan reminded Xiaoye thoughtfully of the fact that they were about to be late.

Xiaoye glared at Zhu Qinghuan, as if complaining that she was talking about Nanyang's beauty outside and spreading bad comments.

"I wish, I'm serious," Xiaoye started the engine, "I think your fans who came out of the pit will come back soon. You only need to post your photos on Weibo, the group of women who originally called your wife. Fans will want to become your rival in love."

"Really?" Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but smiled, "Then they have all become my rivals in love, aren't they going to make me darker?"

Xiaoye opened her mouth, speechless.

Nan Yang remained silent, but stared at Zhu Qinghuan closely, noticing the tired bloodshot eyes under her eyes.

I'm tired after working all day.

"You sleep for a while." Nan Yang said suddenly.

"I'm fine, not very sleepy." Zhu Qinghuan reluctantly laughed.

Whether she is sleepy or not, Nanyang knows better than she herself. In the past few years, they have been relatively a dozen years or so. As long as a look in the eyes or the ups and downs of the corners of the lips, she can know what she is thinking at the moment.

When Qinghuan is sleepy, the whole person becomes a little stunned, but she also likes to be strong. Once, when she poured sugar into Nanyang's milk, her eyes were as dull as a dead person. Nan Yang said, "Go to bed for a while. I don't need to drink milk. She shook her head hard and said, "I'm not sleepy. Master must drink milk before going to bed." Then, two seconds after she finished speaking this sentence, her head fell and plunged into the milk bowl. Nanyang hurriedly fished her face out of the milk. When it was taken out, she was still awake.

Zhu Qinghuan held his sleepy eyelids and glanced at Nan Yang: "...Are you without makeup?"

Nanyang did not wear makeup. She doesn't need to be transformed either. Every part of that face is born just right, and there is no need for decoration.

"I don't know how to put on makeup." Nanyang replied.

Xiaoye interrupted and said, "I'm going to be in the mirror anyway, Boss Nan, should I put on lipstick?"

Zhu Qinghuan looked up at her: "Do you want it? I have it in my bag."

Nanyang was silent for a moment and said, "If you want me to paint, I will paint."

"Let's apply it." After a while, the female stars who came to the scene must have put on lipstick. If Nanyang doesn't apply it alone, it will still be pale.

"I can't paint, you help me."

Nan Yang said lightly.

She really didn't. She hadn't even touched this kind of thing. If she came by herself, her trembling hands would be painted into a mouthful of blood.

"……Ok."

Zhu Qinghuan really agreed gently. She took out her cosmetic bag and asked Nanyang to choose the color, and Nanyang asked her to choose. So she picked a Dior 740 color number, which is a cold maple leaf color, dark red with warm brown orange, and their skirts are the same color.

Zhu Qinghuan wrung out a little lipstick, turned sideways, and forced Nanyang to apply lipstick with his sleepy eyes.

She was so sleepy that when she lowered her eyes to stare at Nan Yang's lips, she was basically closed.

Nanyang looked at her sleepy look and couldn't speak, after all, the sticky lip glaze was still being applied to her mouth. Seeing that the part of Zhu Qinghuan's eyes that opened became smaller and smaller, finally, the hand holding the lipstick dropped. What was hanging down together was her heavy head.

Nanyang immediately raised her right hand and caught her face.

It really "catch" the "face", the soft cheeks are tightly attached to Nanyang's cold palm, the weight of the entire head is transferred to Nanyang's hand, and the soft flesh on the side of the face is cutely squeezed. His lips were pouted a little.

When her hand dropped, the lipstick struck out a strip of Nanyang's mouth.

Nanyang didn't mind her face being soiled, she just quietly watched Qinghuan who was sleeping in her palm, without blinking, without blinking.

After a long while, the corners of her lips finally couldn't help but slowly curled up.

This was the first time she had such a gentle smile on her face when there were outsiders.

Why is he still a child who sleeps when he sleeps?

Xiaoye secretly looked back in the rear-view mirror. She saw Nanyang holding Qing Huan's small face, steadily still, her eyes seemed to be only Qing Huan alone. While looking at the person in the palm of his hand with a smile, Nanyang raised his other hand and gently wiped the lipstick from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, as if wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

Xiaoye thinks this action is inexplicably sexy.

After driving this car for an hour, Nanyang held it for an hour.

For an entire hour, motionless.

Xiaoye still kept a calm expression on her face, and her heart exploded long ago.

One hour! Does the hand hurt? ! How could there be such a gentle person in the world! ! !