I, Qing Huan

"What if... I want to divorce you?"

The cold wind outside the window penetrated through the gap in the window and gently picked up the long black hair of the weak woman on the hospital bed. The black hair shook her thin shoulders, like a touch of algae falling into an ice lake.

Nanyang bit her **** tongue, and then resisted the urge to vomit with a congestion in her throat. Her right hand on the bed began to tremble very badly, and she could not help trembling with her whole body, and the severe pain in the entire left chest cavity was implicated. The pain caused her to lose the strength to speak for a while.

After a long time, her eyes were filled with water, and she finally hummed a heavy and helpless smile in her nose, her voice hoarse:

"Okay, I... go to draft a divorce agreement."

Her expression was so serious, she didn't mean to pacify or joke at all.

Zhu Qinghuan did not think of a real divorce. She was just a test, to test if she was really like what she said, "As long as you can be happy, I don't care if you love me or not", she has tested the result she wants. Nan Yang said it was true, she would really let go of all her obsessions to respect her wishes.

She suddenly felt that she had fallen a bit again, but she still did not dare to take the last step. She was scared. She thought of the pink water cup again, of the joy when she accepted it, and the disappointment when she returned it by hand.

Why is Nanyang so good to her, she still can't open her heart?

Zhu Qinghuan hated herself. Although she was forced to get married, didn't she acquiesce in half-push and half-place by now? In these days, Nanyang never forced herself to do anything. She does not force herself to sleep with her, nor does she force herself to go to the table of the rich to accompany her. On the contrary, she loves her, protects her, and takes care of her with all her heart. It's not that she didn't want to try with her, but she couldn't get through the hurdle in her heart. It was because she hesitated and stayed behind, so she let this marriage torture herself and Nanyang.

She is not good enough, she has low self-esteem. She is not rich or beautiful without Nanyang, and she can't compare to her in anything. Nanyang is a perfect person. There are so many women waiting for her to choose. She doesn't know why Nanyang likes herself. Because she doesn't know, she dare not respond. She is not worthy of her, she resents, she dislikes, and she is the only one from beginning to end.

Nan Yang picked up the phone next to her, and didn't know whose phone was called. The light from the screen was reflected on her pale side face, which outlined the long eyelashes on that side.

Her voice was very soft and low, like the desolate night outside the window:

"Hey, Chen Lu...well, excuse me. Help me plan a divorce..."

Suddenly, Zhu Qinghuan stepped forward, squeezed the phone's microphone, looked at Nan Yang with tears on his face, shook his head vigorously, and said in tears:

"No...don't divorce...no, don't divorce me..."

Nan Yang raised his eyes and looked at her in a little astonishment.

"I don't really want to divorce you, I just...I just..."

just asking? Just a test?

This was how she tested Nanyang's patience last time at KTV, and now she has tested Nanyang's reaction to divorce equally badly. How many times would she use this boring temptation to hurt Nanyang? Is it possible that every time she looked at her desperate appearance, she felt satisfied that this could prove her love for herself?

Do you deserve this sense of security?

Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan who was holding her microphone stubbornly, and suddenly understood what was in her mind, and felt soft, and realized that she had misunderstood a joke from her.

Qing Huan just talked about it, but he didn't expect to contact the lawyer. Blame her for being too real, for not carefully looking at the expression on Qing Huan when she said this, and for not carefully trying to figure out her true thoughts, recklessly, she really wanted a lawyer to get a divorce.

She knew that Qing Huan had been living under Mei Zhongli's control for more than ten years and had to wrap herself with a gentle thorn for various reasons. She didn't know how to treat her well, and Qinghuan could open the wall of her heart, but the time was still long, and she did not spare time the most.

Three thousand years ago, they were mentors and apprentices. When Qing Huan fell in love with herself, she also repeatedly avoided because of her inability to pass the barriers in her heart. Qing Huan stayed with her for more than ten years, taking care of her gently overnight, never giving up. Finally, coughing up blood, knelt down and begged her in the Kunlun snowfield. She knelt for a day and night, and she almost lost her life there before she began to face her feelings. She was so patient with herself back then, but now she should wait for her patiently.

Everything can be done slowly, as long as she is still by her side, she will no longer have much extravagance.

Nanyang hung up the phone, put the phone aside, stretched out his arms to hug Qinghuan who was crying miserably at this time.

But when the arm was raised halfway, she still held back and asked first:

"can I hug you?"

Sometimes she is so rigorous that she can be presumptuous under certain circumstances. However, Nanyang has an aura of decency in her bones. The two words she has said the most before are "mischief" and "presumptuous". Obviously, since she often scolds disciples like this, she will definitely not allow herself to go. Mischief and presumptuousness, especially when facing light joys that have no memory.

But she didn't even think about it, a girl who was crying and crying softly, even if she really wanted to hold her in her heart, how embarrassed she would say it.

Zhu Qinghuan just bowed his head and cried without saying a word.

Without permission, Nan Yang leaned back on the bed, and the corners of his lips twitched helplessly: "Next time you joke with me, don't speak so seriously, I will take it seriously."

Zhu Qinghuan buried his head, choked and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"It's okay. It's normal to make jokes between husband and wife." Nanyang forgave her so easily, still familiar and gentle, "Don't blame you, I am confused. You can't make trouble with me in the future. Get a little temper. Whenever I talk about divorce, I have to draw up a divorce agreement every time."

"..."

Wouldn't Nanyang be angry? Is this a real person?

The atmosphere was a bit solemn. Although Nanyang wanted to relax, Zhu Qinghuan was still very depressed. Nan Yang tilted his head, quietly swallowed the blood that was bitten out of his mouth, and changed the subject: "I just came out of the hotel, was it photographed by the reporter?"

"……Seems."

"Have you read Weibo? Have my photos leaked out?"

"I don't know, not yet... no time to watch."

Nan Yang gave a hum, and patted his bedside: "Come and sit down. Standing still, your feet will hurt."

I wish Qinghuan did not move. Standing in place for a while, watching Nanyang pick up the phone and watch it, he walked over and sat a little on the edge of the bed.

The moment Nanyang opened the hot search on Weibo, his face turned blue.

List one entry: I wish Qinghuan domestic violence. A little red "boiling" followed.

Going in one point, the whole story is full of nosebleeds from lying on a stretcher, because the bleeding is too much and most of the shirt is full of blood. It is easy to give people the illusion that she has suffered other serious injuries.

The comments have already exploded, and they have accused Zhu Qinghuan of being beaten so hard that it can beat Boss Nan so much nosebleeds. I wish Qinghuan some fans have turned their fans, even black fans. Nan Yang since had a hot search on the last, has accumulated a good way to popularity, for everyone to leave the impression that President overbearing love of his wife, which was hit was all of a sudden nosebleed cross-flow, everyone wants to represent distressed, "South boss too poor "Chu Qinghuan scumbag", "Injury Nan boss feelings", "Reject domestic violence, domestic violence is shameful", "Divorce divorce, divorce quickly"...

Nanyang: "..."

Zhu Qinghuan: "..."

Domestic violence? ? ?

Where do you follow?

Does she use bonbons for domestic violence Nanyang?

Friend applications popped up constantly at the top of the phone, Nanyang clicked in and found that it was Sun Xuxue who had been deleted by herself before, and she approved her addition. Just after adding, Sun Xuxue sent a large paragraph over:

"Ancestor, don't read Weibo, we have contacted Xiaotian Entertainment to jointly control it, and will be suppressed tomorrow morning. The clarification manuscript has been sent to ten million fans’ marketing accounts, and Mei’s is also following that. While communicating, this entry should be removed in a while. Take a good rest and look better. Tomorrow, just show your face in front of the interview and say a few words, and the matter will naturally become clear. Don’t worry, it’s not a big problem, you Just stay in the room well and Zhuzhu, I won’t go in and disturb you, I’m sorry that there’s a lot of nonsense, you can continue your business after reading [hee][hee][hee]"

carry on?

What's going on?

Nan Yang's face sank, her fingers tightened slightly.

Zhu Qinghuan glanced at her screen secretly, a little puzzled: "Ancestor? How did she call you... Ancestor?"

Nan Yang lied unchangingly: "They gave me the nickname."

"Why is it called this?" It's a bit old.

Nan Yang raised his eyes and curled his lips, "Because they said, I look like a fairy."

Zhu Qinghuan listened, couldn't help holding a small smile, tears still hanging on his face.

"Did you laugh?" Nan Yang made Qing Huan amused at his cold joke, and couldn't help but smile a little deeper. He picked up a tissue and put it in the palm of Qing Huan's hand so that she could wipe her tears. "Just smile. Don't be upset."

"I didn't, I just..."

"Are you sleepy?" Nan Yang noticed the bloodshot eyes in her eyes. She was busy filming during the day, taking care of her drunk self in the afternoon, and running around in the hospital at night. It’s not too tired to blame, "I asked them to take you back. Hotel, have a good night's sleep."

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a long time and shook his head: "I am here to accompany you."

"You will be filming tomorrow, so how can you rest well here." Nanyang picked up the phone, "I told them to see you off."

Zhu Qinghuan shook his head stubbornly: "I won't go back."

Nan Yang stared at her soft, flooding eyes for a while, and said, "Then I will go back with you, OK?"

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback and looked at the needle on the back of Nanyang's hand that was being infused.

"I'm fine, but it's just a bit of nosebleeds, and it's not very serious." Nanyang called on the bedside, "I will ask the nurse to pull out the needle for me, and I will drive you back when I finish pulling it out."

"but……"

"Okay, if you delay for a while, you will fall asleep again." Nanyang looked a little helpless, "My hand is not very convenient today, I can't hold you, before you fall asleep, we will go back together, OK? ?"

Zhu Qinghuan looked at her, stayed for a while, and finally nodded blushing.

Nanyang really said a lot tonight.

She felt that Nanyang said more tonight than all the days before.

Nanyang doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't like to speak with the tones of "ba", "ah" and "what", she knows. But when Nan Yang realized that she was not feeling well, she would endure her physical discomfort and force herself to say so many sentences softly and softly, just to make herself laugh.

Zhu Qinghuan forcibly resisted the soreness of his eyes, not to let the tears fall again.

Why is she willing to really divorce her?