I, Qing Huan

After sending Xiaoye away, Zhu Qinghuan sat back on the sofa, looked at the script, and waited for Nanyang to go in and wash after she finished washing.

After half an hour, the bathroom door finally opened, and a pile of mist gushed out of it the moment it opened. Nanyang walked out in the fog, with wet hair hanging on his shoulders, wearing Zhu Qinghuan's tea-white shirt, and two slender, cold white legs and walked out bare.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but glanced at those seductive long legs, wondering: "Didn't I get your pants?"

"broken."

Nan Yang answered briefly.

What Zhu Qinghuan gave her was a pair of loose, ripped jeans. She couldn't find other new pants here. But obviously, a rigorous person like Nanyang couldn't accept that a pair of trousers could be broken into that shape, so she would rather be naked than wearing something incomplete.

Zhu Qinghuan's gaze couldn't stop looking at Nanyang's chest. When Nanyang was walking, it was obvious that it was trembling slightly, and the wet shirt also outlined the outline of the place. Zhu Qinghuan wondered again: "Where's the underwear? Didn't I get it for you too?"

"Small."

It is another simple word.

Ok.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but glanced at Nanyang's chest again, coughing dry in his throat, don't dare to look at it again.

I don't want to wear my pants because I don't want to wear them, and I don't want to wear underwear because I don't want to wear them, so Nanyang only wears a white shirt and a pair of underwear. Dressed like this, she would have to dangle in front of her eyes, holding a towel later, a hair dryer later, and then bending over to pour a glass of water. When she poured the water, Zhu Qinghuan almost buried her face in the script page.

In fact, Nanyang’s character would not allow him to appear in such a disheveled place outside the bedroom. However, there are only two people in this room, Qing Huan and her. Perhaps now Qing Huan is not used to being so frank with Nan Yang, but thousands of years ago, they have rolled the sheets over many times, let alone legs and breasts. Nanyang hasn't been seen up and down by her.

But Zhu Qinghuan didn't know, she only felt that this woman seemed to be seduce herself.

Moreover, it seems to have indeed seduce her.

Zhu Qinghuan felt unbelievable that he would blush on a woman's body one day. Because she herself is already a perfect woman, her face and figure are outstanding, and it is enough to stand in front of the mirror and look at herself. But now she is beginning to wonder, she has always had no interest in women before, is it just because she hasn't met a better woman, so she doesn't like it, or doesn't she like it? Is it true that once a woman with a face and a figure surpasses her appears, she will actually be fascinated?

Moreover, she was wearing such a spacious white shirt.

Wearing a white shirt with bare legs is really a foul.

Zhu Qinghuan was a little bit ashamed of her thoughts. She buried her head and walked into the ensuite bedroom, took out a pillow and a quilt and placed it on the sofa, and said to Nanyang who was blowing her hair: "You sleep on the sofa or me Sleeping on the sofa?"

Nanyang was affected by the hair dryer roaring in her ears. She turned off the hair dryer and asked, "What?"

"Do you sleep on the sofa or do I sleep on the sofa?" Zhu Qinghuan repeated it with a good temper.

Nanyang held the warm hair dryer and nodded gently: "I sleep."

Zhu Qinghuan paused, and then said, "Tomorrow you will go to the studio with me. There is an interview and I want you to appear on the scene. You can see if you want it or not, and I can say no."

"willing."

She replied.

Zhu Qinghuan gave a hum, took his own change of clothes and walked to the bathroom, and started taking a shower as soon as the door closed.

Nan Yang sat on the sofa and simply made his own bed. The quilt is covered by Qinghuan, and there is still her usual perfume smell on it. It is Kiehls musk perfume. It smells a very clear pen and ink scent, with a bit of cold sensuality in the elegance.

Nan Yang turned off the light in the living room, put the quilt on her bare thigh, and felt dazed by the quilt with her fingertips.

The phone shook suddenly.

Those who had the guts to disturb her in the middle of the night would be clear tomorrow night.

Nanyang didn't want to pick it up, but it kept shaking and annoying, so he picked it up.

"Old ancestor, I want to ask you good night, I have already knelt down here." Cheng added artificially, "Hurry up and ask me to be exempt."

From her perfunctory tone, you can hear how much she spurned the courtesy of Beipu. Nanyang has always been kneeling wherever he goes, because in ancient times, the hierarchy was distinct, and Nanyang's status was high. All disciples under the sect and even other sects in the rivers and lakes would kneel down to greet her. More than 3,000 years ago, everyone was kneeling in Nanyang, so Cheng didn’t think there was anything wrong tomorrow night, so she knelt together cheerfully, but now that she has received the influence of modern culture, she is not willing to be like Mei Zhongli and the others. Kneeling.

Even so, the cutscene must be left, even if it is just a "kneeling" on the lips.

"What's the matter?" Nan Yang scratched the quilt casually.

"I just asked someone to find out that Qi Yi is Zhu Qinghuan's friend. You said it was a coincidence?" Cheng chuckled tomorrow night. "My master and my little princess actually became friends. Isn’t it more convenient?"

"...What do you want to say?" Nan Yang asked lightly.

"I want you to help me build a bridge in the middle," Cheng sighed Ming night, "You don't know that Qi Yi's family is quite rich. Although there is no Mei's rich, the standard of living is definitely higher than that of most people. And she is still a scholarly family. Her parents are both university professors, and she is also a teacher. The family style is very elegant. How can I have a chance to meet her with an 18th-line star? You have to help me."

"That's her friend, not mine, I can't be the master."

"Aren't you both married now? What do you share with me?"

"..." Nanyang was silent.

"Old ancestor, please, please, please, shall I kneel for you? I really kneel for you, I can take a photo and send it to you to show my sincerity! Please, please. You..."

Tomorrow night Cheng started acting like a baby again. She used to seek Nanyang's asylum by acting like a baby again and again, otherwise Pi would have been opened up by Yuntang.

Facts have proved that since this trick worked three thousand years ago, it works as well today.

"Ok."

Nanyang agreed.

"Thank you, thank you, I know that only the ancestors treat me best in the world, I will kneel for you here, and you can rest early!"

Nan Yang couldn't help curling her lips: "Okay, you don't need to kneel. You can avoid kneeling in the future."

Cheng was quiet for two seconds tomorrow night.

"Really?" There was incredulous in her voice.

"Yeah." In fact, Nanyang didn't care much about this.

"You should have been spared long ago. This is called feudal dross," Cheng snorted with a smile tomorrow night. "You said you have been kneeled for a lifetime. I don't know when you can taste the taste of kneeling others. child."

Kneel someone else.

The curvature of Nanyang's lips froze.

Kneel someone else?

Didn't she... never kneel before?

The fingers placed on the quilt curled up and buckled the curved pattern.

The expression on Nanyang's face slowly disappeared, and Mingwancheng's voice in his ear gradually blurred.

She knelt before.

The fingertips began to tremble slightly. The humiliation that was rampant in the blood at that time crawled into her heart with familiarity.

At the beginning, Qing Huan discovered that her true background was a wicked young master. Knowing that it was Northern Punishment who killed her family under the banner of decency more than ten years ago, she insisted on severing relations with Nanyang. Nanyang was still seriously injured at that time. She lay on the bed weakly to keep her, using all the words she could think of to keep her, and also using the humblest tone she could do.

But Qing Huan still had to leave.

So, Nan Yang dragged his three broken ribs to climb down from the bed with difficulty, lowered his lonely head, bent his knees, and knelt in front of Qing Huan.

She said: I used to be too dull and reserved. I didn't say nice love words to you, it was all my fault. Qinghuan, I love you, I will only love you in this life, I love you most, except you, I have no nostalgia in this world, don't leave me.

I beg you.

You don't want me.

Please, don't go, please.

That was the only time she kneeled to someone.

It was also the first time she uttered the word "beg" in a humble tone.

And Qing Huan sneered and said:

You are so ridiculous, Nanyang. Look at what you look like now, the cold and cold Nanyang that looked like a **** is long gone. You are just a mortal who will fall into the affair of your children, what else do you have for me to miss?

She also said, Nanyang, you are not worthy of being my master.

Then she decisively left, without hesitation at all, never looking back.

As soon as she left that time, she knew that they would have their swords facing each other in the future.

Nanyang's eyes were slightly red.

The bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Zhu Qinghuan walked out from inside while wiping his hair. Nan Yang looked at the identical face and quickly cleared up his emotions, making all his sorrows be suppressed by indifference.

On the mobile phone, tomorrow night Cheng did not know when he had hung up the phone, only the main interface was on.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang who was sitting on the bed, wiped his hair and asked, "Why are you still up?"

Nanyang didn't speak.

"Is the light in the bathroom too bright and it's annoying you?" Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang and saw that she still didn't respond, so he reached out and turned off the light in the bathroom. It was dark outside for a while, and only a little light remained in the crack of the bedroom door.

Nan Yang finally said, "Don't you blow your hair?"

"I..." Zhu Qinghuan paused, her voice lowered, "I can take it back to my room and blow it."

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and said, "There is no mirror in your room."

"……nothing."

Zhu Qinghuan took the hairdryer and pushed open the bedroom door, took a look at Nanyang who was sunken in the darkness, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

Nanyang sat for a while. She drove for several hours at night. When the environment became dark, sleepiness swept up. The sofa was still soft, she lay down with her clothes closed, wrapped the quilt with the fragrance of Qinghuan's body tightly, and carefully hid her toes in the quilt.

It might be because she was too tired, or it might be because of the smell of a loved one on the quilt, and she slept very fast and very heavy.

She had never heard the movement of the bedroom door being opened.

Zhu Qinghuan pulled her wet hair behind her ears, holding a mobile phone for lighting. She didn't turn on the flashlight function of the mobile phone. It was too bright. She was afraid that Nanyang would have a rest, so she just adjusted the brightness of the screen a little bit and walked out relying on the light of the screen.

In addition to her mobile phone, she also held a neatly folded charging cable in her hand.

When she first came out, she saw Nanyang's mobile phone was on, and she hurriedly saw that only 15% of the electricity was used. Nanyang came in such a hurry today. He didn't bring any clothes, and he probably wouldn't bring a charging cable. If you get up tomorrow and find that your phone is out of power, it will definitely be inconvenient.

Zhu Qinghuan quietly picked up Nanyang's mobile phone from the coffee table, connected his charging cable, and plugged it into the socket beside the sofa.

The moment the power is turned on, the screen lights up, but there is no sound of the charging prompt.

There was a mute sign on the upper left corner of the screen.

A gentle smile appeared in Zhu Qinghuan's eyes. Nanyang really loves purity and loves too much. The mobile phone is always silent. Like her personality, she is low-key and silent. Even if I worry about something in my heart, I won't say a word.

After all, she is a silly woman who can only eat chocolate when she is angry.

She walked into the bathroom quietly again, and saw that Nan Yang's changed underwear was hung on the rail without washing. She could also guess that all the clothes changed by Nanyang, who was accustomed to being pampered, were handed over to the nanny to wash them. This time when a person came out alone, they must have not realized that the clothes need to be washed by themselves.

But if you don't wash it, what will you wear tomorrow? She didn't bring new ones, so she couldn't go out in a vacuum.

Zhu Qinghuan is not the kind of person who is kind enough to help people wash this kind of underwear. She is also a little hesitant, but thinking that Nanyang is her legal wife after all, it is very common to wash these small items for her. Besides, she really couldn't think of a better solution.

She set the phone screen to be always on, placed it on the sink and barely illuminated it, rolled up her sleeves, and gently took Nanyang's underwear and panties.

The creamy bubbles and soft cloth rubbed back and forth between the palms of her hands. When she hung her head low and stroked a piece of her underwear with her fingertips, half of her face instantly blushed in the dark.