I, Qing Huan

When Zhu Qinghuan woke up, she was still lying on her stomach in Nanyang's palm.

"Zhuzhu, I'm getting up soon, it's all here." Xiaoye's voice came from the driver's seat, and he heard the engine go out.

Zhu Qinghuan was in a daze for a while, and suddenly became sober, and hurriedly raised his face. She habitually wiped the corners of her mouth, but she did not expect to wipe out the water stains on her hand.

"Wish Zhu, Boss Nan is so kind to you, did you know that you slept for an hour? Boss Nan has been holding your face like this." Xiaoye smiled bashfully.

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback for a while, busy looking for a tissue from his bag, his face flushed with shame, and tremblingly took the tissue to wipe Nan Yang's saliva.

Nan Yang just raised her hand and watched her hurriedly wipe her palms without saying a word, and kept saying sorry as she wiped it. Although she wiped every finger very carefully, the sticky saliva still remained on Nanyang's skin.

"Go to the bathroom to wash in a while?" Zhu Qinghuan didn't dare to look at Nanyang's eyes.

"Ok."

Nanyang retracted his hand and shook it, it was indeed sticky.

She doesn't dislike it at all, or that, in fact, she has long been used to it. When Young Huan was young, she often drooled when she ate and slept. Yuntang made her a saliva pocket and tied her around her neck. Even so, the clothes still had to be washed once a day. It is normal for a child to drool. Sometimes Nanyang will help her wipe her when she sees it, and pinch her sticky face by the way.

"Thanks, thank you." Zhu Qinghuan murmured in an almost inaudible voice.

"It's okay. Get off the car."

"Great."

Xiaoye got out of the car, and Zhu Qinghuan took her bag and followed.

"Aren't you coming down?" Zhu Qinghuan noticed that Nanyang was still in place.

"You go in first, wait for me at the door, I have something to deal with." Nan Yang said lightly.

"Great."

Zhu Qinghuan thought she had some secret affairs of the company, which was not convenient for her to hear, so he went to the door of Mingdu Building with Xiaoye first.

They gradually walked away.

Nanyang let go of her left hand, which she had been holding tightly, her nails had left blood marks on her palms. The pain between her eyebrows that could no longer be suppressed finally revealed.

Her right hand began to tremble, trembling more and more severely, and in the end it became a spasm. She squeezed her right wrist tightly with her blood-stained left hand, and she arched her body uncontrollably. Soon, a layer of fine sweat leaked from her forehead, and sweat dripped from the tip of her nose.

She frantically took out a box of ibuprofen from the bag she carried with her with one hand, tremblingly peeled four of them, stuffed them into her mouth, and swallowed them dry.

Don't let her wait at the door for too long. It is winter, and she is still wearing such a thin dress.

She wanted to bite her lip to distract her attention, but it didn't work. Her lips would leave deep tooth marks. If the media took pictures, she didn't know what to catch, so she bit her tongue hard. The tongue was easily bitten, and the mouth was full of rusty blood.

After five minutes, she finally got over under the effect of the medicine.

She weakly cleaned herself with the tissue left by Qing Huan, wiped the sweat from her forehead, wiped the blood from her tongue, cleaned up her expression, opened the car door and stepped out.

Finally, control the gaze of the body.

From a distance, Xiaoye saw that Nanyang came out, so he locked the car.

"go in."

Nan Yang's face was faint, as usual.

She walked to Zhu Qinghuan's side and walked into the hall side by side with her.

As Zhu Qinghuan had expected, when Nanyang appeared in the crowd, it undoubtedly became the focus.

Even, there are more cameras aimed at Nanyang than himself.

The venue for the dinner was very large, with reporters on both sides, carrying various cameras, and the lines on the ground were knotted. When the new star came in, he snapped frantically at the crackling. When seeing the women who appeared next to Xiaohua Zhu Qinghuan, each of them started to glow green, as if they had already thought about the headline for tomorrow.

Watching more and more media filming them, Zhu Qinghuan felt that the distance between herself and Nanyang was a little inappropriate. As newlyweds, they should not go their separate ways. So she approached Nanyang without a trace and gently took Nanyang's arm.

It looked like it was held, but in fact, every finger did not actually touch Nanyang's skin.

Nanyang was a little surprised, but she didn't show it on her face, just looked down at the hand resting on her arm. She lifted her other hand, as if she wanted to touch Zhu Qinghuan's wrist, but she only lifted it, and after a moment, she put it down with endurance.

Mei Zhongli was afraid that these media would cause trouble to Nanyang, so he said hello in advance, and only allowed filming, not interviews. No one wants to offend the May Group, but it is clear that several media are already ready to move.

The stars have arrived here one after another. There are many round tables in the middle. Each star has its own position. Some people have already taken their seats. There are still some stars performing fake sisterhood in front of the camera.

When Zhu Qinghuan walked in with Nanyang, many celebrities looked over.

One is coquettish and feminine, and the other is frosty and snowy. Two extreme beauty strongly stimulates everyone's aesthetics. They wear similar styles of dresses, but they don't affect the recognition. Even so, most people still look wrong and can't tell for a while, which is the star and which is the rich.

Nanyang suddenly became expressionless. Once she was exposed to the eyes of the crowd, she would turn into this look like a stranger staying away, and she wouldn't even want to show the slightest gentleness in her eyes.

There were also many grand gatherings in Northern Punishment that year, and Nanyang appeared coldly whenever he attended. Qing Huan said, Master is putting on airs, she can't hold people like this.

In fact, Nanyang just really doesn't like the crowd.

There are more people right and wrong, which has always been the case for three thousand years.

Zhu Qinghuan thought of the comments on the Internet that scolded him for losing the bottom line for money to marry the middle-aged short fat-yuan aunt, and immediately thought of the funny scenes of those people being slapped in the face after Nan Yang was exposed to the public. Although she always said that she didn't care about the comments that made her feel bad, how could she really care about it? The thought of those people being slapped in the face made her feel more comfortable.

The arc of Zhu Qinghuan's smile suddenly froze.

Did Nan Yang... also think of this, so he agreed to attend this dinner with her, even if... her quiet life would be messed up.

Zhu Qinghuan quietly glanced at Nanyang beside him.

Gee.

My face smells so bad.

Although it seemed to others that she just had no expression, Zhu Qinghuan could feel the displeasure in the rhythm of her breathing.

Fortunately, Mei Zhongli warned the reporters not to allow interviews, otherwise the group of whimpers would come up, and she could not imagine what Nan Yang's face would look like.

"It hasn't started yet, do you want to eat something?" Zhu Qinghuan asked softly.

"Not hungry." Nan Yang shook his head.

Zhu Qinghuan took her to find her seat, and the two of them sat down, "Then drink some water first, you must be thirsty on the road."

"Not thirsty."

The words are concise and concise, and the words are like gold.

Ok.

It seems really not happy.

Nanyang suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom and wash my hands."

"Over there." Zhu Qinghuan pointed her a direction.

Nan Yang nodded, and walked towards the place Zhu Qinghuan pointed.

She wanted to go to the bathroom and stay alone. Washing her hands wasn't the most important reason. She just didn't like so many people staring at her. Many men's eyes are very bad, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Wearing such a red dress with exposed arms and legs has already made her very awkward. If it were not for the sake of light joy, she would not wear it so revealing in front of a group of people. Although she has also experienced the baptism of modern culture, she is always an ancient person in her bones, and it is always inappropriate for her to expose some parts of her body.

After Nanyang left, Zhu Qinghuan was a little bored in his seat and wanted to take out his mobile phone to play, but with so many cameras facing him, it was really not good for a person to squat here to play with the mobile phone. She thought, or she would find a sister to act in front of the camera.

Thinking of this, the "sisters" came to the door.

Holding two glasses of champagne, Xia Shan walked over carefully, looking sad. He greeted Zhu Qinghuan and asked in a low voice, "You, are you really married?"

Zhu Qinghuan smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Xia Shan sighed regretfully: "Oh, originally our company planned to fry our CP. It's a pity..."

Zhu Qinghuan also felt it was a pity that if Shen Wu could fry CP well, her popularity should be even higher, but she is now married. Obviously, the audience will not make a pair of married young women and innocent teenagers.

"I like you for a long time. I have long been looking forward to playing the same show with you. I want to get to know you." Xia Shan's eyes are red, and the like in his mouth sounds so simple, "But now you are married, and you It’s not nice to walk too close."

"We will have many opportunities to get to know each other in the next few months," Zhu Qinghuan comforted him gently, "you can get together more after the filming."

Xia Shan smiled and handed her a glass of champagne: "Here you are."

Zhu Qinghuan took it, touched Xia Shan's cup, and took a sip with the edge of the cup.

"Let’s see us in the crew. Now that there are more media, I won’t talk to you much." Xia Shan knew how to measure. He looked around to confirm that no one was watching him, and smiled at Zhu Qinghuannuan. a bit.

"Bye."

Zhu Qinghuan gave away this lovely little brother with a smile.

She sips the wine in the glass slowly. When she drank a whole cup, a long time had passed, but Nanyang still did not come back.

Is it lost?

Zhu Qinghuan felt that she should be found. If the media noticed that she was alone for a long time, they would write silly.

She got up from her seat and walked around the venue. Many stars chatted together in twos and threes. A few acquaintances came over to say hello to her, but she didn't think much about it, and left with a perfunctory response.

When she reached the porch, she saw a familiar slender figure from a distance, wearing a red dress, leaning against the wall and talking to a woman on the opposite side.

Zhu Qinghuan walked over and patted her on the shoulder: "Nanyang..."

The man turned around and saw Zhu Qinghuan, his lips bend inwardly: "Zhu Zhu?"

Very similar, but not her.

After all, she was the one who took the picture, so it is not good to walk away at this time. Zhu Qinghuan had to talk to them: "It's been a long time, Dan Jin." She dilutes the woman opposite Jin and nodded: "Yan Ran."

These two are both members of the most popular female group ANT in China. The ice beauty who resembles Nanyang's temperament is called Dan Jin. She is C in the team. The gentle and gentle woman opposite her is named Jiang Yanran, from ANT. team leader.

Dan Jin and Jiang Yanran usually film a lot. Some time ago, they filmed a drama with Zhu Qinghuan, so the three of them know each other. Both of them have very good personalities. Both of them are reasonable people who have read a lot of books. Zhu Qinghuan likes to play with them.

"You guys also come to the dinner party?"

"Well," Dan Jin nodded, "There are a lot of celebrities invited to this dinner, and we are all here A.N.T."

Jiang Yanran smiled at Zhu Qinghuan and said, "Blessings, I heard that you are married, congratulations."

"You all know it." Zhu Qinghuan smiled lightly.

"I don't know, it's your name when I turn on the phone," Jiang Yanran shrugged helplessly. "Our company originally wanted to promote the concert, but it was so suppressed that it couldn't get the heat out, so I could only drag the concert back halfway. Months."

"I just saw your wife," Dan Jin said suddenly, "very beautiful."

"You are also beautiful, Xiaojin." Jiang Yanran looked at Danjin, her eyes overflowing with tenderness.

Dan Jin was stunned for a moment, avoided Jiang Yanran's gaze, and smiled politely: "...Thank you Jiang team."

Zhu Qinghuan sighed in his heart. Jiang Yanran was really afraid that others would not see that she liked Dan Jin. Every time she looked at Dan Jin, it was as if she wanted to die for her at any time. Dan Jin has always been faint, restrained and polite.

She knows something about them. Jiang Yanran has a lot of money in her family, and the Rujiang Group is the only company with financial resources that can compete with the Meis Group. She didn't have to enter the entertainment circle, but she entered to take care of Danjin. But Dan Jin's family is very poor. Not only is poor, his father is also patriarchal, and owes a lot of debts. The whole family relies on Dan Jin to make money by himself and pay off the debt to support his younger brother. Jiang Yanran has been secretly helping Dan Jin to smash resources. Dan Jin’s C position can be said to be supported by Jiang Yanran. If Jiang Yanran was not secretly supporting her, she would not know how many directors she would have to work with to gain current fame. Only after sleeping.

Zhu Qinghuan is very strange, why are they not together yet? The A.N.T fan circle about the two of them are out of the circle, and even she has read one or two outstanding writings.

"Did you just look for someone?" Dan Jin asked about this initiatively.

"Well, look for me..." Zhu Qinghuan vaguely said those two words, still with half of his ears red and bitterly speaking, "Look for my wife. Her name is Nanyang."

"The report says she is thirty-five years old?" Dan Jin seemed to recall that face. "But, it looks like she is only in her twenties."

"The rich will take care of it." Zhu Qinghuan said so, but in fact he was a little confused.

"It's strange, she looks very young, but those eyes..."

Dan Jin likes to read books. People who read a lot tend to see people with poisonous eyes. She can easily tell at a glance whether a person is shallow or thick and dark. But she couldn't understand Nanyang, and she even felt that the indifferent in Nanyang's eyes could not be washed away without hundreds of years.

Maybe it's just her illusion.

Dan Jin didn't choose to say this. She is not a nosy person, she only pointed the way to Zhu Qinghuan: "I just saw her in the toilet. I should have gone back to find you now."

"Thank you," Zhu Qinghuan nodded to her politely, "then I'll leave."

Jiang Yanran smiled gently and promised: "Go ahead, remember to stand with us A.N.T when taking a group photo for a while, let us rub your light."

"sure."

Zhu Qinghuan agreed with a smile.

She walked to her seat. After walking over, I saw Nanyang who had returned.

Zhu Qinghuan sat down beside her and asked casually, "I have been there for so long."

However, Nanyang seemed to be distracted and didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Qinghuan tried to call her, "What's the daze?"

Nanyang returned to his senses and slowly turned his head to look at Zhu Qinghuan.

Zhu Qinghuan saw her light-brown eyes reddening like tea, and there was a little redness and swelling around her eyes.

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.

how……

Did she... ever cry?