I, Qing Huan

Maybe it was really tired from driving last night, and Nanyang rarely slept in. It stands to reason that she usually wakes up in Mao, which is around six in the morning. But today she fell asleep till eight o'clock for an unprecedented time.

And it was awakened by Xiaoye's voice.

"Why do you let Boss Nan sleep on the sofa..." Xiaoye's deliberately lowered voice came from the hallway.

Zhu Qinghuan's voice was also suppressed very low: "I asked her to choose first. She wants to sleep on the sofa."

"Aren't you both married? Haven't you both been in bed after being married for so long?"

"……No."

"Damn, why?"

"I do not want to."

"You don't want to, she really didn't want to touch you?"

"Well, no."

"Boss Nan is too easy to talk. Last time I was in the car, I could tell that she liked you very much. If you like to be like this, I can hold back not touching you, what a god! Look at the poor boss of Nan, I guess the sofa has been folded for one night..."

Nanyang sat up in a daze, Xiaoye and Zhu Qinghuan saw that she was awake, so they didn't continue.

"Boss Nan, you are awake," Xiaoye said with a smile, "It's fine if you wake up, hurry up and clean up, we are going to the studio."

"We two go out first and wait for you outside." Zhu Qinghuan took Xiaoye out thoughtfully, fearing that it might affect Nanyang's change of clothes.

Nan Yang got up from the sofa and walked into the bathroom sleepily. After washing, she took the clean underwear that was hanging next to the radiator to change without realizing that she didn't wash them at all last night. She was accustomed to having a clean waiting for her every day, so she didn't notice anything wrong for a while.

When she picked up the fully charged mobile phone on the coffee table, she still didn't notice anything wrong.

The breathing light of the phone was flashing crazily, and when the lock screen was opened, Sun Xuxue's news bounced out like crazy. It probably means that if you come together this morning, you won't be able to find your ancestor. If your ancestor doesn't reply, she will call the police. Nanyang replied: [In the exploration class. ]

After a while, Sun Xuxue’s news blasted over again, “Old ancestor, don’t run around alone, okay” “Grandpa will scold me if I know that I lost you” “Uuuuuu you are here now Where is the address, please give me one. I’ll go to you." "Is it the **** dance crew?" "Would you like me to help bring some things over?" "Do you want to refuel your car?" "Look at the garage without a BMW. You should It’s a BMW. Would you like me to drive your Audi over." "Don’t you always say that the BMW is ugly in color? How anxious did you drove the car you didn’t like yesterday"...

Nan Yang frowned.

Tap the avatar and tap three dots.

add to blacklist.

determine.

Ok.

The world is finally quiet.

After packing herself, she picked up the down jacket hung on the hanger at the door and put it on, and then carefully buttoned the hat. Her ears are sensitive and red easily, so she can't let the cold wind blow.

Xiaoye took the two of them into the car and drove straight to the studio of Shenwu.

This is the Cangzuo Film and Television City, the base for the shooting of costume films, and a national test site for the film and television industry. Eight of the ten costume films were shot here. The same small pavilion can be seen in at least three different dramas. Therefore, it is destined to gather a large number of film and television stars that are in business, as well as diehard fans of various exploration classes and paparazzi everywhere.

At the shooting set, Zhu Qinghuan went straight to the dressing room. She is the heroine and must race against time. In the morning, she has been long late to wait for Nanyang to get up. If she is too late, the director probably will be mad.

In the dressing room, Xia Shan had arrived long ago, his wig and makeup were already done, and he was dangling in a sweater. Seeing Zhu Qinghuan coming, his face instantly smiled, and he went forward: "I wish you are here?"

"Cough!" Xiaoye hurriedly coughed. Normally, Xia Shan always came over to post the wish and wish. What's the situation today, today boss Nan can be here! Xia Shan wanted to kill her sister, right?

Nanyang, who was walking at the back, frowned as expected.

She generally doesn't let her emotions show up in public. If she frowns with so many people, it means she is indeed not happy.

"Morning." Zhu Qinghuan just smiled and nodded with him.

Xia Shan was about to go this way, so his assistant stopped him and whispered something to him. He glanced at the silent Nanyang blankly, and finally sat back in his seat obediently.

The two makeup artists came over to get Zhu Qinghuan's hair up. Xiaoye took out the hot porridge that Zhuzhu had ordered yesterday, but she changed it to a lunch box after it was heated in the morning, instead of using the thermos barrel Nanyang brought. So when Zhu Qinghuan was eating the porridge, Nanyang did not realize that it was his own porridge.

Zhu Qinghuan was eating in a hurry, and the makeup artist dressed her up. Nan Yang sat on the sofa at the back, took out his Kindlepw4, and turned on the Kindle. In addition to a long list of Chinese and foreign masterpieces, there were several new files on the top. She asked Sun Xuxue to help her make a bi-format "Nanhuan Girl Love CP" fanci.

When she saw the name of the CP, her eyebrows could be lumped.

It's too ugly, really.

Feeling unpleasant, she still clicked in to see. The more I look at it, the frown becomes tighter. There are too many people who like to write about tragedies nowadays. They are getting married well. The text in the article asks in batches but can't partake with life and death, which makes her troubled.

Open another one, this one has no tragic plot, just a colorful plot throughout. From the first natural section to the end of the last natural section, there are all kinds of passions, all kinds of gaudy, all kinds of parts below the neck that cannot be described. In addition to the portrayal of various postures, there is no nutritious content.

Nanyang stretched his brows and added a bookmark.

Ok.

This is called excellent creation. Excellent creation means that while passing the time, you can also learn other things.

Later, she will go to Weibo to find the original author and like it.

She still doesn't realize how terrible it is to endorse the humanities when cooking. Fortunately, the official Weibo account called "Nanyang" that Xiaotian Entertainment hyped up was not used by her herself.

After reading the article on her hand, she read it again.

Kindle does not expect to dream that he will be taken to see such things.

Zhu Qinghuan's makeup and hair were almost done over there, and she immediately went to the dressing room to change costumes.

The story of the Shen Dance probably talks about that in ancient times, when the sky fell severely and it didn’t rain for a few months, the Chinese teacher chose a so-called "goddess" among the commoners, and sent them to the sacrificial platform to perform a sacrifice dance. She was put to death and dedicated to heaven for rain. The girl didn't die completely when she was sacrificed, she took a breath, and was quietly rescued by the prince of the dynasty, and hid in the East Palace. After that, a lot of **** things happened in this way, that way, and the list goes on.

There is no doubt that Zhu Qinghuan played the poor little who was sent to the sacrificial platform, and Xia Shan played the hapless prince.

Before Nanyang came, Zhu Qinghuan had been filming the sacrificial dance for three days, but it had never been done. It’s not that she jumped badly, it’s that the director Li Dong cut too finely. If the angle is not correct, he will start over again. One action is performed twenty or thirty times, and the past action may be turned out by him. Second, these days, Zhu Qinghuan has danced to the stars, thinking that it is better to sacrifice her.

Just dancing is nothing more. The key is that the clothes in this scene are particularly complicated, with red ribbons twisted around the body. In order to ensure the beauty of the dance, the skirt must be worn in eight layers inside and outside. It looks really good when you turn around, but it doesn't feel so good when you wear it on your body. It's stuffy and hot, and you can't use the toilet.

She asked three people to help her just put on the clothes, and she lived for more than an hour. After getting dressed, I was already sweating out of the changing room.

Nan Yang lifted his gaze from the Kindle, and saw Zhu Qinghuan wearing a complicated red dress, his expression was startled.

She in costume.

Qinghuan.

Suddenly in a trance.

At that moment, Nanyang seemed to have returned to a day three thousand years ago. Going back to the usual morning three thousand years ago, she wore a newly bought red dress. She smiled and asked Master if she was good-looking, and she would say with a straight face, what is the proper way for a monk to dress so glamorously? She will come over and lie on her knees and say, Master, am I not pretty? I'm so beautiful, why don't you try to like me?

At such a moment, she suddenly felt that these three thousand years seemed to be her own dream.

After waking up from the dream, she and she were still in ancient times, the Northern Penalty Palace where snow fell all the year round.

After Nan Yang realized his momentary loss of consciousness, he immediately retracted his apparently lost look in his eyes and sorted out his expression as quickly as possible. Fortunately, no one noticed what was wrong with her. Everyone's attention was the same as her, on Zhu Qinghuan, who had just changed clothes.

The red color really matched her soft and charming face. Everyone sighed in their hearts, this is the sacrificed goddess, this is the sacrificed goddess. This face makes people feel that she deserves to be sacrificed. This is a fairy, a fairy who can pull the most stable and reserved person from the clouds into the abyss.

Xiaoye hurriedly went forward to wipe her sweat, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and let her drink some water. She didn't dare to drink too much, and it was inconvenient to go to the toilet for a long time.

A group of people came to the dressing room as they were drinking water. Zhu Qinghuan mentioned it yesterday and arranged an interview.

The deputy director came over to communicate a few words and agreed to accept the interview first, and then start filming after the interview.

With the mouth of the mineral water bottle in her mouth, Zhu Qinghuan sips while looking at Nanyang who is sitting on the sofa in the corner. Nanyang understood what she meant, closed the Kindle and read half of the various postures, pulled the long hair on the temples behind her ears, stood up and walked to her side.

But the hand is still shaking slightly.

Although Nan Yang covered it up well, Zhu Qinghuan still noticed her abnormality at a glance, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to be interviewed? If you don't want to, I can let Xiaoye talk..."

"No." Nan Yang interrupted her, looking aside.

"That's good."

Zhu Qinghuan pursed his lips, as if he wanted to raise his hand to hold Nanyang's hand and squeeze it comfortably, but he moved his fingers but couldn't lift it up.

The reporter chose a secluded room with only a sofa in the room. They set up the equipment and asked Nan Yang and Zhu Qinghuan to sit on the sofa and start the interview.

"Come on, please introduce yourself first." The reporter hid behind the camera and guided with a smile.

Zhu Qinghuan waved to the camera with a standard smile, a standard tone, and a standard tone: "Hello everyone, I wish Qinghuan, I wish, I am very happy to accept this interview with Huazhong Entertainment, hello. "

Nanyang seemed to be in a daze, without speaking.

The reporter whispered: "Boss Nan? Boss Nan?"

"Huh?" Nan Yang's eyebrows moved lightly.

"Introduce yourself!" the reporter yelled in a low voice.

Nanyang looked at Zhu Qinghuan.

Zhu Qinghuan immediately answered and said, "Sorry, she is not very talkative, so let me introduce it. This is Mei's young boss, Nanyang. Needless to say too much? You should all know each other, I Didn’t you call to see her every day in her comment?"

The reporter saw her rounding up familiarly, and made a small joke to the audience in front of the camera, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you two, how do you feel after marriage? Is the relationship very sweet?"

Nanyang: "..."

Zhu Qinghuan: "After marriage, it has been going well, and she is very supportive of my work. If the relationship is not good, she will not show up here to visit my class now, right? Haha."

A good laugh.

"Excuse me, you two. You just got the marriage certificate, but the wedding has not been held yet. Is it convenient to start planning the wedding?"

Nanyang: "..."

Zhu Qinghuan: "This may have to be considered later, because I am busy at work now and she doesn't have much free time. Maybe I will make it up later."

"There will be a large couples travel variety show in the future. I heard that the show group intends to invite two people. Do you have any plans to participate?"

Zhu Qinghuan: "I haven't heard from the company for the time being. If I'm lucky enough to receive an invitation and I happen to have a schedule, the company should communicate with the program team over there."

"Excuse me, Zhu Zhu, what do you think of the comments on the Internet that oppose your rising marriage?"

"I think……"

Nanyang began to wander off again. At first, he listened to two gentle polite words, but then he was directly deaf. The entertainment circle is so boring, always asking some fake questions, and then forcing the stars to make fake answers, and don't know who the show is for.

After I don’t know how long, the reporter cautiously called Nan Yang again in a cold sweat: "Boss Nan? Boss Nan? You say two words anyway, if you don’t say a word, we really can’t cut it, please. Please..."

Nanyang came back to his senses and uttered two words: "You ask."

The reporter was relieved and hurriedly asked the last question: "Do you plan to have children? Who are you preparing for the next life? Have you discussed this issue?"

Zhu Qinghuan: "We don't have this yet..."

"I am born."

Nan Yang said lightly.