I, Qing Huan

The reporter from Huazhong Entertainment packed up the equipment contentedly, picked up the tripod and left. They have cut this interview, and the silence in front of Nanyang will explode these two words. This person is really too sloppy. The cold and domineering president is willing to become a sufferer for the little wife. Now, isn't this set of infatuation the most popular among the little fans? The ultimate contrast, the ultimate cute point.

After the interview, the two people walked to the filming set one after another.

Zhu Qinghuan's steps in front suddenly slowed down, as if he wanted to wait for Nanyang to walk by her side. But when Nan Yang watched her slow down, she slowed down too, pacing not too close behind her.

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a long time, turned her head and spoke softly: "Don't worry, I won't take the content of the interview seriously."

Nanyang frowned, "I mean it."

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, her head quickly turned back, and her voice came from the front: "...Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. If you want a baby in the future, I will give birth to you."

Nan Yang made the best promise in the most indifferent voice.

Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head, her nails sinking into her palms, her lips pressed into a line.

When I arrived at the shooting scene, all the personnel and equipment were in place, and I was waiting for Zhu Qinghuan to be alone. The makeup artist came over to fix her makeup and helped her stand on the altar.

The sacrificial platform was built in three days by the crew, and it was a bit tall to show the solemnity of the sacrificial offering. Surrounded by various red silk ribbons, swaying messily in the wind, there are also two cameras on the sacrificial platform to take close-up shots.

Xia Shan dressed in the costume of a prince, sitting far away on a high wall. This scene of him was a background, and he made a stunning expression of watching the goddess dancing.

Director Li Dong came over to say hello to Nanyang, and then focused on taking his shots.

Looking at the familiar ancient scenes, Nanyang sat on the fishing chair on one side, carefully scanning all the props with his eyes. In fact, the scene is pretty good, but there are too many cameras and high booms stacked in the venue, destroying these ancient elements, otherwise, she can be immersed in such an environment and make memories for a while.

And Qinghuan's dancing didn't have the kind of admiration that I imagined. She basically needs to stop for one action. Each action is taken apart one by one, and the same action is done many times. Perhaps the edited product can be even more stunning.

When Nanyang was about to take out the Kindle and look at it for a while, he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder.

She habitually retracted her shoulders, looked up, and saw the face of a strange woman.

She was filmed by Zhao Dan, the second female actor of Shenwu. She played the role of a little palace lady with a queen placed beside the prince. In this scene without her, her scene is in the afternoon. So she didn't wear any costumes, only hair and makeup.

She came to take the initiative to contact Nanyang, and there was no other reason, it was nothing more than that she fell in love with the Mei family behind Nanyang. Another thing, Nanyang himself is so good-looking, no matter men or women can't help but look at him, if he can hook up, he is definitely not a disadvantage. Everyone in the circle knows that this kind of wealthy people are looking for celebrities to marry for the sake of face or temporary interest. After marriage, everyone still plays their own way. Especially on the rich side, the freshness has passed, and it is normal to keep a few small flowers in private.

"Boss Nan, hello, my name is Zhao Dan, an artist of Hengyuan Media." Zhao Dan drew a humei smile and took the initiative to reach out.

Nanyang glanced at her hand, didn't hold it, just nodded politely: "Yeah."

"Can we take a step to talk? I... have something to tell you."

Nan Yang lowered his head and looked at his Kindle, with a light tone, "Say here."

"There are so many people here, it's not very convenient."

Nan Yang raised his eyes again in doubt, looked at Qing Huan who was dancing in the distance, and asked, "Is it related to her?"

Zhao Dan hesitated: "Uh...it's related..."

Nan Yang gave a hum, put down the Kindle, stood up and motioned for Zhao Dan to lead the way.

Zhao Dan smiled and took Nan Yang to the corner of the city wall not far away. She knew that there was a hidden place there, usually no one was there.

Zhu Qinghuan glanced at Nanyang's direction during the gap and saw that the fishing chair was empty. She immediately looked around with her eyes subconsciously, looking for Nanyang's shadow. Nan Yang was very easy to find. She was the only one in the audience wearing a white down jacket, so Zhu Qinghuan quickly discovered that Nan Yang was walking slowly behind Zhao Dan and disappeared at the corner of the city wall.

She immediately retracted her eyes and choked her breath.

The photographer noticed that her expression was wrong, and asked thoughtfully: "Wish Zhu? Are you tired? Or... take a break?"

"...I'm fine." Zhu Qinghuan laughed hard.

"It's okay, smiling so ugly, I must be tired." The photographer gave Li Dong a gesture, and Li Dong nodded and allowed the intermission.

Zhao Dan led Nan Yang to the hidden corner, and looked around to make sure there was no one. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his eyebrows recklessly: "Boss Nan."

Nanyang just looked at her indifferently, waiting for her to say the point.

"I also went to the last charity dinner. You may not have noticed me, but I was very impressed with you at that time. You were walking on the red carpet. Many reporters were photographing you, and I was in my seat. Looking at you..." Zhao Dan exchanged greetings while considering a sufficiently suggestive beginning.

Nan Yang listened to this unnutritious opening remark, sighed without a trace from his breath, and put his hand into the pocket of the down jacket.

Ok?

How swollen?

She lowered her head, grabbed a handful of things in her pocket, and squinted her eyes to take a closer look.

It's...chocolate.

When she came yesterday, she didn't stuff her pocket with chocolate.

She suddenly remembered that in the morning, Qing Huan and Xiaoye stood together at the door and spoke in a low voice, while her down jacket was hung on the hanger at the door.

Yes……

Qing Huan secretly stuffed it.

Nanyang couldn't help bending his eyebrows.

"Boss Nan, I know that you have just gotten married and you are newly married. I also wish you. But there are some things, you should also understand in your heart, marriage, we all understand, I just want to say, but you don’t feel so fresh one day , You are tired, you..."

Nan Yang's attention was on the chocolate in his hand, and he didn't listen to what Zhao Dan was talking about.

She gently lifted a piece with her index finger and thumb and looked at it. This is the Danish AnthonBery imported Edunberg bonbon chocolate. The colorful piles are all made into small wine bottles, which are very delicate and lovely.

She peeled off a golden one and put it in her mouth. Once you bite it, you will have a strong aroma of wine overflowing in your mouth. The chocolate has the right sweetness and solid ingredients. The small bottle is filled with a bottle of wine, and the thick fermented wine slides down the throat. The wine in each piece of chocolate is different. The first piece she ate was Cointreau, which tasted good.

After eating the first piece, she quickly picked up the second piece, the second piece being Scotch.

The third piece is Socha Golden Tequila.

The fourth piece is Canadian whiskey.

The fifth piece is Danish Silver Fox Vodka.

The sixth piece is Gaul.

The seventh piece is Remy Martin V.S.O.P.

The eighth piece is Jimbian whisky.

The ninth piece is French ouzo.

The tenth piece is cognac.

The eleventh piece...

No more, only ten yuan.

After Nan Yang finished eating the last piece, he put his index finger in his mouth and squeezed off the remaining cocoa butter with the tip of his tongue.

And Zhao Dan was still talking endlessly. She was blushing and her tongue was dry. At the end of the day, she blushed and asked the last sentence: "So Boss Nan, would you like it?"

Nanyang has eaten too much, and she doesn't drink well, so she drank ten kinds of wine together, and her eyes blushed a lot.

She frowned, Zhao Dan said a lot, she didn't hear a word, just felt like a fly buzzing in her ears. If she didn't drink, she might not be so rude, but after ten kinds of alcohol, she used a very disgusting tone, and coldly spit out three words:

"You are noisy."