I, Qing Huan

Zhu Qinghuan took the two boxes of lunch on the coffee table and quickly went downstairs with Nanyang. She didn't want to be late for the second time after leaving early. Xiao Ye had already drove the company car out, but the babysitter car was getting older and had some problems. Nan Yang took out his Audi A4L key from his pocket and threw it to her, asking her to drive her car.

Xiaoye's eyes widened: "Boss Nan, although it is offensive to say this, you must know that I am Zhu Zhu's assistant, not your assistant."

Nanyang glanced at her silently, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a call.

Five minutes later, Sun Xuxue appeared in front of Nanyang at lightning speed, and took another two minutes to drive the white Audi A4L up from the garage. Nan Yang opened the door to Qing Huan and let her sit in. Before getting into the car, she said to Xiao Ye in the next babysitter's car: "I don't want her to be late. You can drive slowly behind."

This sentence is really mysterious. At first it sounds like caring, but after careful consideration, it seems like a mockery. Sun Xuxue shuddered in the driver's seat. The ancestor was really bored, and she spoke with puns.

Nan Yang and Zhu Qinghuan sat in the back row, taking advantage of their time on the road, opened the breakfast that Cheng gave them tomorrow night.

It is two boxes of medicated porridge, cooked very finely and fragrantly, very nourishing, and does not have a strong taste of Chinese medicine.

Nanyang's face almost froze when he saw the words "medicated diet" and "tonic" on the box. For a moment, what Acheng said this morning flashed in his mind.

Excessive indulgence.

"It looks the same, which box is sugar-free..." Zhu Qinghuan frowned and raised the two boxes of porridge to see if there were any sticky notes underneath.

"You can eat a box at first, and continue to eat the sugar-free one, and give me the polysaccharide one." Nan Yang said lightly.

"is this okay?"

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback. Let Nanyang eat his leftovers?

"Eat quickly. There will be no time to eat in a while."

"……Ok."

Zhu Qinghuan took a look at the phone, and really didn't have much time. She picked up a box casually, peeled off the plastic paper of the disposable spoon, scooped a spoonful and sent it to her mouth.

When the tip of her tongue touched the porridge, her eyebrows frowned. It was exactly the same as the expression on the porridge made by Nanyang that night.

She was holding the mouthful of porridge, and she couldn't get it down, and her face blushed. She was so tired that she didn't dare to swallow at all. She would waste at least an hour on the treadmill after this bite.

Nanyang saw that she had eaten the wrong thing, so she straightened up and looked around for toilet paper. But there was no toilet paper in the back row, Sun Xuxue helped to find in the small block on the driver's seat while driving. Zhu Qinghuan kept holding the porridge, his eyebrows were tightly twisted, his face was painful.

Nan Yang's brows also wrinkled, and she glanced at Sun Xuxue who was looking for toilet paper with her hands and feet, spread her palms, and stretched out in front of Qing Huan.

"Spit here."

Her light brown eyes were unwavering, and her tone was flat.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang incredulously, covered her mouth, and pushed her hand away.

Nanyang stretched out his hand to Qing Huan's mouth again and repeated: "Hurry up, throw it up."

Looking at her serious expression, Zhu Qinghuan shook her throat and swallowed the porridge in her mouth. The sweet and greasy scent spreads through the tongue, through the throat, and reaches the warm stomach.

Fortunately, she didn't really spit the porridge into Nanyang's white palm.

Sun Xuxue finally found the toilet paper and threw a whole bag to the back row: "I wish you a quick wipe. Old... Boss Nan, you are too... how can you..."

In just a few words, her heartache is about to overflow.

This is the "god" that their family has followed for generations! Her **** actually opened his palm to a mortal, and made the mortal spit out what he had in his mouth onto her hand? ? ?

Seeing that Qing Huan had swallowed, Nan Yang took his hand back, took a bottle of water from the debris block inside the car door, unscrewed it and handed it to her.

"……Thank you."

Zhu Qinghuan blushed and took it, taking a small sip.

Nanyang didn't speak, and looked as usual. He picked up the box of porridge that Qinghuan had eaten, and took the spoon she used to eat bit by bit.

The carriage fell silent for a while, only the slight noise of two people eating porridge was heard.

Sun Xuxue still doubts life in the front row.

It didn't take long for them to be on the set. Zhu Qinghuan rushed to the dressing room non-stop. Nanyang guessed that she was dancing the sacrificial dance for a whole day today, so she did not follow, and took Sun Xuxue around twice in the Zangzuo Film and Television City.

The Zangzuo Film and Television City is very large. There are crews filming in almost every corner, and crews are waiting in line for popular scenes. When Nanyang was strolling around, many people recognized her. After all, she was also the person who had topped the top twice. The men watched her covering their mouths and pointed, and the actresses blushed when they saw her and pretended not to see her. Sun Xuxue looked at Nan Yang's face getting more and more unsightly, knowing that this was caused by her phrase "the fun between the two of us" last night, and she didn't know how to comfort her. I can’t say: If you want to start, at least people will think that the staying power you feel in bed is really great, right?

However, did the ancestors really suffer?

Sun Xuxue wrinkled a small face.

Ah, the ancestor is such a kaolin flower, it is actually suffering on the bed. So disillusioned.

"Let’s have lunch soon," Nanyang finally didn’t want to go shopping, "Go back and find Qinghuan."

"Good!" Sun Xuxue immediately responded.

The two swayed back to the **** dance crew again.

Today is the first day for Cheng to join the crew tomorrow night. As soon as Nan Yang came back, she caught up with A Cheng yelling at the crew very generously. Today, she asked everyone to eat Haidilao takeaway at noon. Everyone has a share.

Tomorrow night, a person who is painful to drink Starbucks, how could he have so much money, I want to know that it is from Nanyang. When she said that she was short of money, Nan Yang directly threw a stack of bank cards **** with rubber bands to her, saying that I don't know how much money is in it. You can use it first, and then come to me when you run out.

When Cheng gets the stack of bank cards tomorrow night, she has the heart to marry Nanyang.

With such a generous meal, she immediately bought the hearts and minds of the entire crew, boasting that she would be more troublesome than the previous Zhao Dan, and she would be more helpful to her in the future. Tomorrow night Cheng experienced the convenience brought by capital for the first time, and deeply regretted that she had lived for so many years and just wanted to play. If she could think a little bit about making money, she wouldn't be mixed up like this.

Nan Yang waited for a while in the dressing room, and Zhu Qinghuan walked out of the dressing room after she got dressed. She finally finished dancing the sacrificial dance, and completely bid farewell to the eight-layer red silk dress. The corners of the lips couldn't hold back the smile.

"You're back," she smiled at Nanyang, and asked Xiaoye again, "What do you have for lunch today?"

"Acheng said I would like to ask everyone to eat Haidilao takeaway," Xiaoye replied enthusiastically, "it should be almost here, and finally you don't need to eat white rice with garlic scallion fried pork, Zhu Zhu, don't you like hot pot?"

"Yes, thank you Miss Ming well." Zhu Qinghuan smiled politely.

"..."

Nan Yang didn't speak. For some reason, she could still read a little bit of something wrong with the Qinghuan "Miss Ming".

Still awkward?

"You have eaten two meals." Nan Yang said lightly.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhu Qinghuan knew what Nan Yang meant. She was short-mouthed. She accepted two good intentions from others, and she couldn't justify being jealous. But she wasn't really jealous, she was just normal and polite, and she couldn't be called "A Cheng" so intimate all at once.

Xiaoye looked dumbfounded. What are these two people talking about? Why do you feel that only the two of them understand what they said?

After a while, the takeaway was delivered. Everyone happily sat together, a few people gathered around a pot, riding a lunch box of various beef, mutton, and vegetables around. Everyone was very happy, and even Li Dong, who was always serious, was smiling today.

Nan Yang followed Qing Huan and sat in front of a pot with Ming Wancheng, Sun Xuxue and Xiaoye. Tomorrow night Cheng ordered all the butter pots today. Haidilao's butter pots are famously spicy. The more they cook, the more spicy they are, the kind that makes people blush with a thick neck.

As soon as Nanyang picked up the chopsticks, Qing Huan gently hit the back of his hand with the chopsticks.

"Don't eat it, it's too spicy," Zhu Qinghuan lowered her voice and frowned, "You forgot your cholinergic urticaria."

"Well, I remember."

Nanyang's words fell, put down his chopsticks, his shoulders sank a little, and the cuffs were pulled, and he took off the white woolen coat on his body.

After taking off her coat, she was wearing a thin white shirt and picked up the chopsticks again.

"Isn't it cold?" Zhu Qinghuan asked again. They were outside now, the cold wind was whistling, and none of them dared to take off their down jackets.

"I want to eat." Nan Yang touched his arm, "just eat a piece of lotus root, the clothes are also taken off, it won't be hot again."

Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip, don't go too far, "...then eat one piece."

"Ok."

Nanyang used chopsticks to pick up a piece of lotus root from the pot, dipped in a layer of red oil and put it in his mouth. After chewing for a few times, my ears were red and frowned, my eyes were a bit disgusting, and I was a bit enjoyable to be abused, and it seemed that I still enjoyed it.

After she swallowed, she took a sip of milk tea, and after a while, she said, "I want to eat another piece."

Zhu Qinghuan put the chopsticks aside and looked a little angry: "You can't always be like this. You eat the first one and want to eat the second one. You are thirty-five years old. Can't you control your diet? There are many things that are not conducive to health, don’t you fear getting sick in the future?

Ming night Cheng was stunned watching their interaction.

Is this what the ancestor said "no progress"?

Why does she think they are in the same state as an old couple?

Sun Xuxue put down the dishes and chopsticks a little bit dissatisfied, and said, "She wants to eat, so let her eat." Sun Xuxue knew that Nanyang's body was a twenty-year-old body, and that he was strong in martial arts.

"Forget it, I'm not going to eat." Nan Yang put down his chopsticks and cast his eyes down towards Qing Huan, "Don't be angry."

Zhu Qinghuan buried his head and poked the kelp in the bowl without speaking.

For a while, the atmosphere at the dinner table became quite embarrassing. Everyone could see that Qing Huan was not too happy, and Nan Yang also sullied his face, no one dared to speak again.

Everyone was cooking the vegetables silently, their ears were quiet, and only the sound of Cheng chucking the lettuce chewing tomorrow night.

Suddenly, Nan Yang frowned and stared at Ming Wancheng: "Why don't you order the clear soup pot?"

Sun Xuxue chopped the bowl to the table and echoed angrily: "Yes, why don't you order the clear soup pot?"

Xiaoye also looked at Ming Wancheng faintly, "I can't eat spicy. Why don't you order a clear soup pot?"

Tomorrow night Cheng held a mouthful of lettuce, and the "stunned" range widened. ? ? ?

Did she say a word from beginning to end? It's her shit? ? ?