I, Qing Huan

When it was later, Nanyang received a call.

The unfamiliar number, she hung up directly.

After a while, the number was called again. Generally, the salesman will not stare at a person so persistently, it should be someone who is really looking for her. Nanyang answered the phone and put it in her ear.

"Hello? Nan, boss Nan?" A somewhat familiar voice came, with a little excitement in his tone, "I'm Xiaoye, last time I accompanied you and Zhuzhu to the dinner. Do you remember me?"

"Hmm. Something?"

Nan Yang was originally undressing, but when he heard that the other party was Zhu Qinghuan's assistant Xiaoye, he stopped to understand the button. The shirt was half untied, revealing a large piece of cold white skin and half of the fine collarbone.

"Well, our company has something to ask you. Mr. Mei and our boss said that you will cooperate with us to promote your marriage with Zhu Zhu. That is... You see that Zhu Zhu has been in the group for a week. No, you don’t come to visit a class, so the media will have to guess at random. And Zhu Zhu’s Weibo comments are all messages that let her post your photo. Our company also thinks it can post a wave, do you see if you Have time……"

"Send me the address."

Nanyang spit out five words bluntly.

Xiaoye froze for a moment. It seemed that he didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so he hurriedly agreed, "Okay, I'll send you a text message in a moment, and I will send you both the shooting location and the hotel where we are staying."

"Well, I'll be over in a while."

"Then you rest first, I will..." Xiaoye suddenly realized what Nanyang had just said, "Huh?! Are you coming over tonight?"

"Ok."

"But it's already night..."

"It's not convenient for her?"

"Is it convenient--" Xiaoye's voice hesitated, and the ending was very long, as if waiting for someone's response. After a while, she suddenly laughed, "Convenient, convenient, you come on."

"Great."

Nanyang hung up the phone, glanced at her disheveled clothes, and buttoned back the buttons that she had just untied.

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Xiaoye curiously looked at Zhu Qinghuan who was staring at the script on the sofa. She seemed to watch deeply, motionless, not even drinking water. But after looking carefully for a while, she found that she didn't turn the page at all, and she didn't even move her eyes up and down.

"Zhuzhu, are you in a daze?" Xiaoye asked carefully.

Zhu Qinghuan's eyes finally moved. She picked up the phone and looked at the time. It was ten o'clock.

"Why don't you go to bed first." Zhu Qinghuan put down the phone, no expression on his face.

"No, I'm not sleepy, and I have nothing to do when I go back. I'll wait with you." Xiaoye laughed dogmatically.

Zhu Qinghuan frowned, "What are you waiting for with me?"

"Wait for Boss Nan to come, you have been sitting here and not going to sleep, aren't you waiting for her?"

Xiaoye thought that Zhu Qinghuan would deny it directly, and then said something that did not break the subject. But Zhu Qinghuan just pursed his mouth, lowered his eyelashes, said nothing, and continued to flip the script in his hand.

Xiaoye yawned, and sat cross-legged to play a mobile game.

Time moved slowly, and gradually passed zero.

Xiaoye's eyes were dizzy, and finally won a victory. After cutting out the game, it was half past twelve. She yawned again: "Zhuzhu, let's go to sleep, I don't think Boss Nan will come over today. It only takes an hour for her to come by plane, and it only takes two and a half hours if she includes the time on the road. If you come here at half past nine, she should be there. She hasn't come at the moment. Maybe she's already asleep. Let's go to bed too."

Zhu Qinghuan's fingertips paused on a page of the script and pinched it tightly.

"Go to sleep, I'll wait."

"You have a show tomorrow morning."

"It's okay."

"Well, don't wait too late, it's a little bit faster."

Zhu Qinghuan put down the script, "Then I'll go wash it first." When she got up, she found that her legs were numb.

Xiaoye yawned and nodded.

Zhu Qinghuan went to the toilet, ready to wash. Xiaoye's footsteps had reached the door, and after a moment of opening the door, Xiaoye's surprised voice suddenly came:

"Boss Nan, you are here!"

Zhu Qinghuan's back froze, and for a long while, he turned slowly.

Xiaoye brought Nanyang in. Nanyang’s white down jacket hat is still buttoned on her head, and a fluffy collar surrounds her bright and white face. She didn’t hold any bag in her hand. She only carried a thermos bucket. When she walked in, she was still wearing it. Chilling.

Nanyang put down the thermos, and while undressing, said to Zhu Qinghuan, "I came here at high speed. It took a long time. I'm sorry to disturb you."

Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip and remained silent for a long time. After a long while, he asked softly: "Why don't you fly?"

Nanyang hung the down jacket on the hanger at the door, and there was still a white shirt inside. She picked up the thermos and walked over and handed it to Zhu Qinghuan, with a light tone: "I have cooked porridge for you, but the plane is not allowed to take it, so I can only drive by myself."

Xiaoye clearly saw that Zhu Qinghuan's eyes were lost for a moment.

But soon, the emotion disappeared without a trace.

Zhu Qinghuan used a polite smile to cover her gaffe just now: "Thank you, but I can't eat this kind of carbs at night."

Nanyang was silent for a while, lowered his head and touched the thermos.

The corners of her mouth seemed to sink, but she basically held it back the moment she was thinking, just hummed in a low voice: "...That's right, you are an artist. Throw it away at that moment. "

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, and let the toilet door open: "You go take a bath. It's so cold, I'm afraid you will catch a cold if you don't take a hot bath."

Nan Yang was startled rarely.

Take a bath?

She looked at her empty hand and suddenly realized that she had nothing but a thermos.

"You didn't even bring your toiletries and change of clothes?" Zhu Qinghuan felt a little funny seeing her like that, "Are you here to deliver food?"

Nan Yang squeezed his hand, frowned slightly, and began to think about his own change.

Zhu Qinghuan stared at her for a while, smiled softly and sighed, and walked to her closet, "I will bring you two new clothes that I haven't worn. There are disposable toothbrushes in the toilet. You use them first. Tomorrow I will ask Xiaoye to buy it for you."

Nan Yang pursed his lips, "You mean... I live with you?"

"Well," Zhu Qinghuan nodded, "There are other people from the crew in this hotel. If we live in two rooms, they might think we are living apart."

"..."

Nanyang didn't speak any more.

Zhu Qinghuan took her shirts, pants, and new underwear that she hadn't cut her label, and Nan Yang took them without saying a word and went into the bathroom silently.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Xiaoye who had been watching a good show for a long time, and asked, "Why are you still here?"

Xiaoye looked so happy, forgetting what a dull thing it was for him to stay in the room of a newlywed couple late at night. When Zhu Qinghuan reminded him, he slapped his thighs: "Yes, I'm going. I'm leaving now! Good night!"

Xiaoye ran out after a while, and when he ran out, Zhu Qinghuan stopped him again.

"Wait!"

Xiaoye turned her head and saw Zhu Qinghuan walk out carrying the thermos bucket, and gently stuffed it into her hand.

"This is...?" Xiaoye puzzled.

"I'm controlling body fat and can't eat this at night."

"So, do you want me to throw it away for you?" Xiaoye asked carefully.

"No, don't throw it away," Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip and lowered her eyes, her voice lightened a lot. "It will be hot and take it to the studio tomorrow morning. I will eat it for breakfast."