I, Qing Huan

The second female of "God Dance" was quietly replaced.

The entertainment circle said that it is not big, and whoever secretly makes a small move will soon be caught. Xiaotian Entertainment found that it was Zhu Qinghuan’s opponent when #祝轻欢家暴# reached the third place in the hot search on the entry, which was bought by Zhao Danfang, played by God Dancer II. Black entry. They are deliberately messing up, otherwise, the inexplicable saying "domestic violence" will not suddenly appear.

Xiaotian Entertainment notified Mei the first time. After Mei Zhongli knew about it, he immediately asked Nanyang for instructions.

Zhao Dan suddenly withdrew from the crew and left overnight without any explanation. The director just announced her departure in the work group. Soon, the group ushered in a new actor who replaced her, the newly signed artist of Xiaotian Entertainment-Ming Wan Cheng.

It is self-evident who instructed this operation.

Tomorrow night Cheng carried a bag and smiled into a flower when she checked in. The first day she arrived at the hotel too late, she didn't visit her benefactor. Early the next morning, she ordered the takeaway early, carrying two boxes of lunch, holding the room number issued to her by Nanyang, and knocking on the door.

It was Zhu Qinghuan who opened the door. She and Nan Yang were washing, and Nan Yang was brushing her teeth in the bathroom.

"Hello, hello, good wishes to the teacher."

Tomorrow night Cheng looked at Qing Huan's face and eyes brightened, and finally she could take a closer look at Master herself, and see what this woman looks like, who has fascinated her ancestor for three thousand years.

Ay, this face is really pretty. After all, Qing Huan was the daughter of the No. 1 Beauty in the Rivers and Lakes back then, and her appearance is naturally good. In fact, she is not as beautiful as Nanyang, but she is more "beautiful", and Nanyang is more "cold". The aesthetics of this era is always Will prefer a "cold" look more. But if it were more than 3,000 years ago in ancient times, the appearance of Qinghuan was definitely more popular than Nanyang. Nanyang’s status made people afraid to arbitrarily discuss her appearance, and it also made people afraid to hold anything wrong with her. miss you. In general, women who can't hold "non-partial thinking" are genderless in most men's minds, and those who are generally keen to rank women in the beauty of the world, happen to be the group of men who always love fantasy.

Master Qing Huan was born so charming, no wonder Nanyang ancestor was so fascinated, she and Nanyang were together, so lively that the vixen seduced the high-cold fairy.

"Are you?" Zhu Qinghuan had no impression of this girl who seemed to be still in high school. Cheng Cheng's reputation would be too small tomorrow night.

I'm? I am your dear little apprentice.

"I am the new actress, my name is Ming Wan Cheng, you can call me A Cheng." Ming Wan Cheng said with a smile.

"Are you...what's the matter?" Zhu Qinghuan was a little puzzled. This early morning, if you say hello, you won't be able to say hello. At this time, when you go to the studio for a while, you will have a chance to communicate.

"I find……"

Tomorrow night Cheng happened to see Nanyang coming out of the bathroom. Regardless of whether Qinghuan allowed him or not, he walked in on his own, opened his arms to Nanyang, took small steps, and made a gesture to rush over and give her a big bear hug.

Nan Yang's face was stern, and he took a step back to avoid Ming Wancheng, and shouted in a low voice:

"presumptuous!"

Tomorrow night Cheng rushed for nothing, with a grieved expression, half of the "old" word in his mouth came out, abruptly turned into: "Nanyang, you are too conscientious."

"You—" Nan Yang was about to correct her name, but he glanced at Qing Huan who was standing next to him, gritted his teeth, and had to yell at her name as she did.

"You know?"

Zhu Qinghuan reluctantly pulled out a smile.

"I was introduced by her," Cheng smiled heartlessly tomorrow night, "I'm still in a company with you, Teacher Zhu. It's a pity that my position is too low. I have played two corpses since my debut. Okay, thanks to Nanyang, I can finally act as a living person!"

She didn't respect Nanyang as "Boss Nan" like others did, but instead called her name directly. The key is to look at Nan Yang's expression, it seems that she also acquiesced in calling her this way.

Who is she? Can you get Nanyang's special care, and dare you to come to Nanyang early in the morning, and not even shy away from yourself?

"What's the matter?" Nan Yang's eyes were already unhappy.

"I brought you breakfast," Cheng shook a plastic bag in her hand tomorrow night, "I ordered one more in the morning, come to filial piety -" She bit her tongue and held back the word filial piety. "Come here for you to eat."

Zhu Qinghuan lowered his eyes, did not speak, picked up two bottles of lotion and went back to the bedroom, and closed the door smoothly.

Nanyang noticed Qinghuan leaving, but she didn't think much about it, thinking she was just going into the house to clean up. Nan Yang took the plastic bag, but Cheng only loosened one finger tomorrow night, and the remaining half was firmly held in his hand, with a bit of internal strength. Nan Yang didn't want to entangle her any more, so he let go. Unexpectedly, Cheng squeezed his right hand into a finger sword tomorrow night, and quickly drew towards Nan Yang's profile.

Nan Yang knew that the boy was itching again, and his left hand was also squeezed into a finger sword, with a three-point internal force that fended off Ming Night Cheng. Unexpectedly, Cheng will not give up tomorrow night, with his backhand as his palm, slashing Nanyang's shoulder. Nan Yang was annoyed, so he directly removed the BM47 butterfly blade that he had carried with him from the trouser belt, and quickly opened his backhand quickly, pressing the blade against the root of Ming Night Cheng's ear.

Tomorrow night, I saw that the knives were all showing up, and I begged for mercy: "Ancestor, I was wrong."

"Are you fainted?" Nan Yang lowered his voice very low, "I don't look at any occasion. If someone sees you, I can martial arts. Do you know the consequences?"

"I just want to see if your beauty is in your arms, your indulgence is excessive, and your internal strength is regressive than before." Tomorrow night, he smiled sullenly.

Nan Yang frowned: "What do you mean?"

Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng shrugged, "You haven't read the hot search yet. Thanks to your last night's "Interest between the two of us", no one now says that my master is violent at home. It's all that your excessive indulgence leads to crazy The nosebleeds don’t stop." Tomorrow night Cheng chuckled and patted Nanyang’s shoulder: "It’s great to sacrifice one’s life for justice."

"How is it used to sacrifice one's life for justice?" Nan Yang found out this error very rigorously.

"Is this the point?" Ming Cheng's eyes widened. "Don't you love your reputation the most? Haven't you always been reserved? You're a lard, right? You actually said that to the media?"

"..."

Nanyang was silent.

Tomorrow night she would not speak again, and sighed, "Then...you have sacrificed so much, you...your relationship..."

Nanyang still said nothing.

I'll get it tomorrow night.

"There is a long way to go, ancestor." Cheng Cheng patted Nanyang solemnly, "However, you should thank me, because when I come today, your relationship should go further."

"What do you mean?" Nan Yang puzzled.

Tomorrow night Cheng chuckled: "You EQ. Hurry up and coax it, before my master is still dizzy."

"gas……"

Tomorrow night Cheng Chong Nanyang gave a fist: "I'm leaving, I put the meal on the coffee table, two, honor you and Master. Your share of polysaccharides, Master's share of sugar-free, you use it slowly."

After speaking, she ran away quickly with light effort.

Feeling dizzy?

Nanyang frowned and looked at the closed door. Will Cheng Cheng's arrival tomorrow make Qing Huan jealous?

She didn't take the initiative to go in, just sat on the sofa and waited quietly. About ten minutes later, Zhu Qinghuan opened the door and came out with his mobile phone in his ear. He should be talking to Xiaoye, always saying "Okay, go down now". Her expression did not look strange. After hanging up the phone, she still looked at Nan Yang with those gentle eyes: "Are you still going to the studio today?"

"go with."

"Yeah." Zhu Qinghuan walked to the door, "Let's go then."

Nanyang followed, took a white woolen coat on the hanger, and put it on as he went out.

While in the elevator, Zhu Qinghuan suddenly turned around, took out two bonbons from her down jacket pocket, and handed them to Nanyang:

"Give you."

Nanyang took it and took a look.

Remy Martin V.S.O.P.

The corner of the lips hooked. Sure enough, he was angry.

"Why did you give me this flavor? I said yesterday that I didn't like it." Nanyang asked knowingly.

"Really? I didn't pay attention to it, just take it." Zhu Qinghuan replied casually.

Nanyang lowered his head and peeled off the sugar paper, stuffed one into his mouth, and the other into his coat pocket. She ate the chocolate quietly, chewed carefully, swallowed the cocoa butter in her mouth, and swallowed gently:

"She's what I told you at the last dinner, the friend I hugged. Her name is Acheng. We have known each other for a long time. There is no other relationship between me and her, just simple..."

Pure grandparents' love.

Nan Yang paused, and found a suitable word to replace it: "It's pure friendship. She has a woman she likes, your friend, Qi Yi. She also asked me to ask you to help her and Qi Yi match up. I temporarily agreed. You can ask Qi Yi later if you want to get to know him. If you don't want to, it's okay, I can persuade Ah Cheng to give up."

Zhu Qinghuan heard each sentence in his ears. Although the expression on his face did not change much, the light in his eyes was still a little softer.

"She just sent us a breakfast. You didn't add any sugar. She knew you were controlling body fat." Nan Yang snorted, "But it's a pity that you can't eat anymore. You just went too anxiously. On the table, I guess it will be bad when I come back."

"Then I will go up and get it now." Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang seriously.

"Okay," Nan Yang leaned on the elevator to straighten up, pressing their floor, "Bring me a piece of Socha Gold Tequila flavored chocolate by the way. Remember, this time, don't take the wrong adult V.S.O.P."

Zhu Qinghuan's ears seemed to be a little red, and she turned her back and said nothing.

After a while, the elevator reached the ground floor and started to rise again. When he arrived on the floor, Zhu Qinghuan took a step outside, with his other foot still in the elevator, suddenly turned back, and quickly stuffed the two pieces of Socha Gold Tequila that had been held in his palm into Nanyang’s coat pocket. Then she turned her face away, for fear that the people in the elevator would see her hot cheeks when she walked slowly.

It's been hidden in my hands.

Nan Yang smiled helplessly, and walked out of the elevator, waiting for her at the elevator entrance.

She lowered her head, counted the three pieces of chocolate left in her hand, and figured out when she should eat it.

The two pieces of Socha Golden Tequila chocolate have been warmed by the temperature of Qinghuan's palm, and the touch feels a bit soft. A little bit of melted cocoa butter oozes out of the wrappers and sticks to Nanyang's fingers.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, spit out a bit of the tip of his tongue, and slowly applied the chocolate sauce from his fingertips to the unhealed wound on his tongue.