I, Qing Huan

Nan Yang was about to be discharged from the hospital in the middle of the night. Mei Zhongli and others persuaded him for a long time, until the emotions in Nan Yang's eyes were completely frozen. They closed their mouths because they were afraid that Nan Yang was really annoyed.

Sun Xuxue really drove the white Audi that Nanyang liked, and Nanyang just exchanged the keys of the ugly BMW that she drove with her, and drove the Audi A4L that she liked, and carried the light that had already started to get sleepy. Happy back to the hotel.

Zhu Qinghuan slept a little in the car.

When Nanyang was discharged from the hospital, she changed into the medical clothes, and Sun Xuxue sent her new clothes directly to the hotel, so she could only wear the white shirt that was half red with blood. When she arrived at the hotel, she parked the car, Kan Qinghuan was already asleep, got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, bent over and whispered, "Qinghuan, here."

Zhu Qinghuan murmured something and did not wake up.

Nan Yang wanted to stretch out his hand to hug her, but his right hand kept cramping. The pain relieved by the earlier injection had slowly failed. It didn't matter whether she was in pain or not. The main reason was that she was afraid that an instability would make Qing Huan fall to the ground.

"Come, come here, I'll carry you."

She touched Qing Huan's head, Zhu Qinghuan's sleepy eyes were dim, and her consciousness was still not clear. She only felt that she was being carried by a hand, and then she lay on a cold and soft shoulder.

Nan Yang put her on her back steadily and let her right forearm get stuck in her leg, so that she and herself can feel better. She carried her on her back and walked all the way from the garage to the lobby, feeling the warmth coming from behind, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but bend.

There are many reporters staying in the lobby. They thought that today's biggest hot spot had been taken, and they were about to go home. But no one thought that only a few hours later, they actually saw Nanyang, who was half alive on the stretcher not long ago, returned! Not only did he come back, but he also came back with Zhu Qinghuan on his back!

A tall and cold boss wearing a white shirt half-stained with blood, carrying another sleeping glamorous star on his back, walked unhurriedly under the eyes of everyone. This picture is so **** sensational, more dramatic than a TV series!

A group of people swarmed up and hurriedly turned on the microphone to pass Nanyangzui: "Boss Nan! Boss Nan!"

"Did boss Nan see the topic on the hot search?"

"Is Boss Nan getting better? You were bleeding a few hours ago. Can you stand and walk now?"

"May I ask Mr. Nan, as the media broke the news that Zhu Qinghuan has committed domestic violence against you?"

"What do you think of domestic violence? Will you speak out for this group?"

"Did Zhu Qinghuan personally beat you? Does she beat you often?"

Nan Yang didn't want to say a word, only felt that a group of flies were circling her, crying non-stop.

However, the group of reporters followed all the way from the lobby to the elevator entrance, and they kept asking questions while Nanyang was waiting for the elevator. They asked and asked around the center of Zhu Qinghuan's domestic violence, making Nanyang's scalp numb from the noise.

After waiting for a long time, the elevator finally came down. With a sound of "ding--", the elevator door opened, but several reporters blocked the elevator door to prevent Nan Yang from entering, and kept asking: "Boss Nan, you have been silent, is it because of Zhu Qinghuan’s domestic violence is serious, and it has already constituted mentality or flesh to you..."

"Boss Nan, why can't you answer our question directly?"

"Boss Nan, why are you always silent? Are you threatened or..."

"Boss Nan..."

"Boss Nan, please take a look at the camera here!"

"south……"

"It's so noisy." Nan Yang finally couldn't help frowning, and coldly interrupted their twittering question: "What does the fun between us two have to do with your group?"

The reporters were suddenly silent.

situation……

Fun? ? ?

While they were in a daze, Nan Yang squeezed into the elevator with Qing Huan on his back and closed the elevator door.

Ok.

The world is finally quiet.

"...If you say so, they will misunderstand." Zhu Qinghuan's soft voice came from behind. She woke up as early as the first reporter yelled, but considering that waking up would only make the group of reporters mad, she kept pretending to sleep.

"You are afraid that I will break your personal settings." Nan Yang said lightly.

Zhu Qinghuan shook his head. When she shook her head, Nanyang could feel her cheeks rubbing against her neck very hot.

In fact, Nanyang himself didn't believe that the word "sentiment" could be said so bluntly in front of a large group of people. But she wants to protect the person on her back, whether it is her health or her reputation, she wants to protect. She didn't want to get up early tomorrow morning and let Qing Huan see the word "domestic violence" next to her name. Although her ears were half red after she finished speaking, but fortunately, her long black hair blocked the red so tightly that Qinghuan could not see it.

"Put me down." Zhu Qinghuan said softly.

Nan Yang put her down and stood aside with her arms crossed.

The elevator soon reached their floor, and the two went back to their rooms one after another.

Zhu Qinghuan went in first. She took off her coat, glanced at the blood-stained sofa, and said to Nanyang behind her: "You can go to bed tonight."

Nan Yang had already begun to unbutton her shirt. When she heard Qing Huan's words, she looked up at her: "How about you?"

"I..." Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head, afraid to look at Nan Yang's eyes, "I also sleep in bed."

"Ok."

Nanyang responded.

They took a bath one after another. After Nanyang, she said that she must have a bathtub of blood after washing. Sure enough, it was a bathtub of blood. When she was blowing her hair, Qing Huan washed her hair with the tap for ten minutes.

Nan Yang turned off the hair dryer and suddenly said, "Is there any chocolate in the morning?"

Zhu Qinghuan put the water pipe back in place, and gave her a helpless look: "Yes, but today you don't eat it."

"I like the taste of Socha Golden Tequila." Nanyang recalled the chocolates, "It has a very rich taste and the cocoa mass is also very rich. However, Remy Martin V.S.O.P is relatively average."

"...Go to sleep when it's blown dry."

"I want to eat another one, Socha Golden Tequila."

Zhu Qinghuan sighed and said, "You have brushed your teeth."

"It's okay, I will brush it again after I have eaten." Nanyang didn't care.

"That..." Zhu Qinghuan felt soft again. He knew that it would be inappropriate to give Nanyang a bonbon chocolate at this time, but she still couldn't bear her request, "Then just eat one piece."

"Ok."

Zhu Qinghuan walked to her bedroom, and Nan Yang followed behind her. She took out the chocolate box from the drawer, took out a piece of Socha Gold Tequila, and handed it to Nanyang.

Nanyang sat on the edge of the bed, unpacked the package easily, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed with his mouth closed.

She finished eating in a while. She licked her lips and said, "I want to eat one more."

"No way."

I wish Qinghuan decisively refuse.

"Okay." Nanyang didn't force it any more, just looked around the house for a week, and suddenly said, "Would you like to go to the toilet to apply a facial mask?"

"I don't make enough today."

"Apply it, you didn't apply it all the time before."

"Even today..." Zhu Qinghuan suddenly reacted and looked at her suspiciously, "You...you want to steal chocolate while I go to the bathroom?"

Nan Yang's lips gently picked, and he admitted shamelessly: "Yes."

Zhu Qinghuan looked at her smiling face while sitting on the bed, and the word "Mengsao" appeared in his mind again. What is Mensao? It's boring and sorrowful. When I was outside, I was extremely bored, closed the door and broke my leg. Although Nanyang hasn't exaggerated to the point of breaking her leg, she is indeed in contrast with her usual state.

Not very big, but very big.

For example, now, the kind of smile that would show part of her teeth appeared on her face again, and there was a small pear vortex on her lips, which seemed to have a cold and charming charm. Because she doesn't usually smile, even if she smiles, she curls her lips while she is alone. She seldom shows her teeth with a smile.

Is she rippling chocolate like this?

"Then...you just have one more piece, okay?" Zhu Qinghuan compromised again, "can't be more, I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"Okay, thank you." Nanyang turned sideways in satisfaction to reach for the chocolate box.

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback, her eyebrows wrinkled faintly: "Why say thank you to me?"

"Because it is your chocolate, you can eat it for me, of course I have to say thank you."

A strange emotion flashed through Zhu Qinghuan's eyes. She picked up her essence and went to the bathroom. When she walked out of the bedroom door, she stopped and said softly, "Mine is yours."

Nan Yang was startled, and stopped half-stripping and raised his eyes.

"I mean chocolate, mine is yours."

Zhu Qinghuan quickly explained, and then went to the bathroom without looking back.

Nan Yang smiled without a trace, put the peeled Socha Golden Tequila-flavored chocolate in his mouth and chewed slowly.

After eating almost, she went to the living room to pour a glass of water and rinse her sticky mouth. Seeing the remaining blood on the sofa, she raised her hand blankly and touched her nose.

After drinking water, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Zhu Qinghuan has finished skin care. She is standing by the sink, helping Nanyang wash the white shirt that is half full of blood. The sink is full of bubbles, the water has turned red, and the stained area of ​​the shirt is too large, she is rubbing carefully.

"What else to wash? Throw it away." Nan Yang said, squeezing toothpaste.

"StellaMcey's white shirt is a limited edition, several thousand." Zhu Qinghuan wiped the bubbles on his side face with his shoulder, "Try it, it should be clean."

"Is there a brand on this shirt?" Nan Yang asked vaguely with a toothbrush in his hand.

"Do you think the white shirts Uncle May prepared for you are ordinary white shirts?" Zhu Qinghuan sighed. "I see the white shirts you wear, AnnDeuleester, Gucci, Fendi, Margiela. Yes, which one is cheaper?"

"Hmm..." Nanyang didn't understand a word, and brushed his teeth intently.

Mei Zhongli cares about Nanyang so much, he has searched almost all the big white shirts in the world, just to make Nanyang feel different when wearing only white shirts. These expensive white shirts are all made by very powerful designers, which are very in line with Nanyang's temperament. She can see that this person is very "expensive" just by standing there and doing nothing.

Nanyang finished brushing his teeth and said, "Don't wash it, I don't want it."

"You're a waste." Zhu Qinghuan sighed.

"……go to bed."

Zhu Qinghuan struggled for a while, seeing that the washing was indeed not clean, so he could only put it down and walked to the bedroom with a yawn.

Two people lay down on either side of the bed, and no one touched anyone. Fortunately, the bed is also big enough for each of them to occupy a small space.

Zhu Qinghuan faced the desk, the darkness in front of him, and the environment fell into silence. When it was supposed to be peacefully falling asleep, her heart was beating in panic in her chest.

She knew what it meant to allow Nanyang to sleep on her bed. This was really a very ambiguous suggestion. Even if it didn't really progress to a relationship, it would have acquiesced in some intimate behavior. If she came to hold her hand tonight, or take the initiative to hug herself, or even... kiss her forehead...

She thought that she would not refuse.

She bit her lip and waited until her shoulders were shaking nervously.

Nanyang didn't have any thoughts. She had been tossing for too long today, and she was also very tired, even more tired than the car that drove a few hours the night before. After closing her eyes, she fell asleep deeply.

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a while when he heard Nanyang's long breathing. After recovering, he smiled helplessly and sighed.

She turned to Nanyang, hesitated for a while, and quietly reached into Nanyang's quilt.

She found Nanyang's right hand, gently held her wrist in her palm, and carefully kneaded the two slightly misplaced tendons on the inner side of her wrist with her thumb.

Nanyang's burning wrist was effectively massaged, and the corners of her lips were bent contentedly in her sleep.