I, Qing Huan

"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned.

The host on the stage had already started the opening speech of the party. The lights in the hall were dimmed and all the light was on the stage. Those red eyes were hidden in the darkness just now, like an illusion.

"It's okay." Nan Yang's flat voice came in his ears.

From the sound, it seemed that nothing happened. But Nanyang doesn't seem to be a person who red eyes easily, what happened? Did something happen to the toilet?

After a while, Nan Yang took the initiative to speak: "You are mentally prepared. I just hugged a woman and may be photographed."

I wish Qinghuan a start.

For some reason, her heart suddenly became empty, and then she felt a little pain.

What is she disappointed in?

She shouldn't have long understood that the likes of rich people are so casual? As long as she can't see, she will hug other women unscrupulously.

She was ready for the two people to look good after they got married, but she didn't expect that they had just announced their marriage. This was the first time that they attended a public event together, and Nan Yang couldn't wait to find someone else. Is she really so eager? So anxious that you can't wait to open the room after the dinner, and risking being discovered by the reporter, you have to talk to others at the dinner party.

Soon, Nan Yang's voice interrupted her cranky thinking.

"It's a friend I haven't seen for a long time. I haven't seen it for a long time, so I gave it a hug." Nan Yang continued in a faint voice, "Don't get me wrong, I can take you to see her another day. Sorry, I should come first. I asked you."

Listening to her explanation, Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback, and the turbulent emotions that had just faded slowly. After it faded, I couldn't help laughing at myself in my heart.

They just hugged their friends, and they thought about something messy.

"You hug your friend and ask me what to do?" Zhu Qinghuan replied softly.

"Only with your permission, I can hug others."

Nanyang's voice still couldn't hear any emotions, but Zhu Qinghuan seemed to be able to pass through the darkness, hearing the loyalty hidden inside.

"..." Zhu Qinghuan turned his head away, biting her teeth on her lower lip, her chin trembled slightly, "Why?"

Why is her "permission" so important?

Nan Yang seemed to have heard a very idiotic question, "Huh?", and then patiently gave the answer: "Because I am yours. My arm is going to touch other people, of course it should pass by you. agree."

Is she... the person?

Can she also completely own someone?

Nanyang lowered his voice and continued: "If it is really photographed, I will try my best to suppress it. Sorry, I didn't expect to cause you trouble."

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, her voice soft: "Don't apologize to me, I'm not angry."

"Ok."

Nanyang closed his mouth. She doesn't like to talk in public. It is very rare to say so much this time.

While Zhu Qinghuan was still sinking in the darkness, he quietly turned his head to take a peek at Nanyang beside him.

Nanyang sat not close or far away from her, neither too far away nor too close. She could see her desire to be close, and the respect she expressed for herself after suppressing the desire. Zhu Qinghuan's eyes fell on her slender neck and the white greasy skin on her shoulders. Can't help thinking, when she holds a person, will that person touch these places? Where will that person's hand be placed in Nanyang? Behind the neck? Or waist?

How does it feel to be held by Nanyang?

The host on the stage began to read the name of each star, and then read the amount of their donation. One after another, money-scented numbers echoed on the stage, and everyone was smiling and beaming, as if everyone had really carried out a perfect redemption, as if these numbers could be implemented in every poor person's home.

Nan Yang listened carefully to the host's speech for a while, and said softly to Zhu Qinghuan during the gap: "It's almost you. I donated a very high amount to you, which is higher than them."

Zhu Qinghuan didn't speak, but the light on the stage was reflected in her eyes, and it looked a little softer again.

Nan Yang did donate a very beautiful number in her name. When the number was read by the host, there was a soft "ooh" from the audience.

This gold master is really willing to give this little flower money.

Many people looked at Zhu Qinghuan with envious eyes. It is great to marry a rich family. In this entertainment circle where capital speaks, the star journey will definitely be unimpeded in the future. Maybe soon, it will develop from a small flower to a big flower. Even after getting a few trophies, it is not always true.

After the dinner, the big group photo of the stars will begin. Zhu Qinghuan knew that Nan Yang definitely didn't like this kind of occasion, so he told her in advance that she should go to the toilet to avoid it.

As soon as Zhu Qinghuan took the stage, he was carried by A.N.T's Xiong Xueer to the middle of A.N.T. Xiong Xueer asked her where Boss Nan had gone. Zhu Qinghuan pretended to be gone. Xiong Xueer looked disappointed and said that he wanted to see Boss Nan himself. Hearing Xiaojin and the others, there is nothing in the sky and nothing in the ground. Itchy.

After taking the photo together, everyone went back to their respective houses, the field affairs came to pack up, and the reporters on both sides also withdrew.

Zhu Qinghuan sat at the table and sent Nanyang WeChat to ask her to come back.

When Nanyang came back, he happened to meet a group of people walking out, so he waited a while and waited until there were fewer people before entering the hall. There are no more people left in the hall, only a few reporters still packing their equipment.

Maybe she wasted a little time, Zhu Qinghuan sat on the edge of the table and began to doze off again.

She pecked her head down, just like the red sleepy duck on the Internet. She was really tired today, and it seemed that her body was not her own. Once she stepped out of the camera, her heart relaxed, and she wanted to sleep when she said she was sleeping.

Nan Yang walked to the stage, stood in front of Zhu Qinghuan, did not speak, just looked at her like that with a small smile in his eyes. Zhu Qinghuan sat on the edge of the table with his head hanging down, his eyes closed, and he naturally did not see Nanyang in front of him.

Finally, she fell asleep completely and fell down.

Nan Yang opened her arms that she had prepared long ago, let her fall into her arms, and hugged her horizontally.

It seems that I have to tell the boss of Xiaotian Entertainment, if I don't arrange a little work for Qinghuan, what will it be like? She looked really distressed.

Nan Yang hugged her like this, and carried her all the way to Xiaoye's car. When he arrived at the villa, he took her out of the car and carried her back to her room.

Without permission, Nanyang did not dare to take off her clothes, so she could only unzip the zipper behind her gown to make her chest more comfortable. Nanyang covered her with a quilt, tucked the quilt, looked at the makeup on her face, hesitated for a while, and walked to the bathroom.

She searched for a long time on the washstand in the bathroom before she found makeup remover in the pile of bottles. She took the bottle of makeup remover and read the instructions carefully, then found the cotton soft towel, poured the makeup remover on it, and went back to Qinghuan's bed and squatted down. She carefully and gently wiped her eyebrows, cheekbones, cheeks, bridge of nose, and people with the soft towel little by little. After wiping, she took a soft towel and dipped it with clean water, and wiped it again for Qing Huan.

Before going to bed at night, Qinghuan should do another set of skin care. But Nanyang didn't understand this at all. She sat by the bed, searched women's daily skin care procedures, and started learning step by step. After studying, she searched the room all over, and then she found all the toners, lotions, essences, eye creams, etc., like a primary school student doing a question, spread all the skin care products on the bed, and picked them up in turn according to the steps on the phone. Apply on Qing Huan's face.

Qing Huan who was asleep was very obedient, allowing Nan Yang to wipe her face awkwardly, without frowning her eyebrows.

Nan Yang couldn't help smiling while applying the last essence. She has never served people like this, her status has been honorable since ancient times, and she has always been the only one served. Even the original Qinghuan didn't have time to receive Nanyang's active service. Until Qinghuan's death, Nanyang was the person who was cared for by Qinghuan.

Almost all painted, Nan Yang's fingers stopped on Qing Huan's chin. She stared at her lips with scorching eyes, frowned slightly, suppressing the desires in her heart as hard as possible.

Suppressed, there is already pain in the eyes.

In the end, she still didn't get any more moments, just grabbed the curly hair beside her spreading pillow, and kissed the soft hair end gently.

Once he was born, the second was cooked, this time Nanyang has no red ears.

She was about to go back to her room to rest. After taking a break, she went to the kitchen downstairs to make a bowl of porridge and put it on the bedside table of Qinghuan.

What if you wake up at night and get hungry.

Zhu Qinghuan also slept soundly this night, completely unaware that he was moved around, and fell asleep till dawn.

After she woke up, she habitually opened Weibo to read various news, and by the way, to see if the photos of Nanyang hugging her friend had leaked out yesterday.

Unexpectedly, she didn't see Nanyang hugging someone's photo, but saw Nanyang hugging her at the top of the list. There are also three entries related to this photo on the hot search, one of which has topped the list.

Zhu Qinghuan's eyes widened in surprise.

In the photo, the environment is already darkened for most of the place, and the silhouette of a woman hugging another woman. The person who took the photo should have opened the device temporarily. The pixels are very common and only a rough outline can be seen. Although the photo is blurry, I can clearly see myself sleeping unconsciously, and Nanyang's good face. She seemed to be smiling in the photo, and it seemed that she was not smiling. She held her posture very carefully, as if she was afraid that a little harder her fingers would leave marks on her legs, and her curly hair was wrapped around Nanyang's arm, like seaweed entangled in Guqin.

Open comments.

I wish Qinghuan laughed.

[Sea guitarist: Ah, ah, ah, it's too sweet! ! ! ! awsl! ! ! ! Really hit it? ? ? ? ? 】

[Aysehj: Guiqiu such a gold master to fall in love with me, I can’t do it anymore [Kneel Down][

[The cube demon from the deep sea: Guiqiu Nan boss contact information, is there a lack of a junior? No face, no money, no temper [爱心][爱心][爱心]]

[Every day I write about the unintentional chat and laugh: [cute] don’t grab the south boss with me, thank you [smile][smile][smile]]

[Authentic boiled fish panties: I beg my sisters to make their debut together, I'll be a fan [down knee][大哭][亲亲] I want to see the two of them filming a TV series together [like]]

[Snail Pie 123: Is this 35 years old? ? ? ? ? ? Still have so much hair? ? ? ? ? ? 】

Zhu Qinghuan saw that there was a hypertext link called "Nanhuan Girl Loves CP" in the comments, mumbled this strange CP name and clicked in.

She had never seen a few who wrote the same humanities to the married couple. Facts have proved that as long as the face value is sufficient, there will be a large number of face value dogs to produce food.

Zhu Qinghuan clicked on an article about the same humanities.

In the same humanities, Nanyang and she have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. She has seen her most immature and self-willed. After she grows up, the two of them will be together naturally. She supported her in pursuing her dreams, silently supported all her decisions, loved her, and protected her until they were old.

At the end of the article, I also wrote a section of their daily life when they became two little old ladies. Nanyang was drinking tea with an old enamel cup, and Qing Huan tried on a wig that he had just bought in front of the mirror. They were betting each other to see who bought more shoes last year. Nanyang stubbornly ran to put out all the shoes of the two people, and counted them one by one. After counting, he found that he had lost, so he angrily handed Qinghuan an old Baba's fifty yuan. Let her play mahjong good afternoon.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at the words, and touched them with nostalgia with his fingertips, with broken desire and despair in his eyes.

If such feelings can be true, how good it would be.