I, Qing Huan

Tomorrow night Cheng found out that Master Qinghuan was wandering, and walked for a whole day.

Today the two of them are shooting rivals. The plot is that the goddess played by Zhu Qinghuan wakes up from the prince's palace. The prince is just meeting the foreign minister, so tomorrow night, the court lady Xiao Yun, played by Cheng Cheng, will come to serve her first. In fact, the scene was not long. The goddess did not have a few lines because of her weakness, and it was basically Xiao Yun choking her out and secretly. Tomorrow night, I had a long period of lines. I didn't sleep last night and only remembered a lot of things. I didn't expect that when I arrived on the set today, I was scared and forgotten by Qing Huan's expressionless face.

"You are in the East Palace now, maybe you don’t know what it means to be hidden in the East Palace by the prince, but... he is the prince, even if I shouldn’t talk too much, I have to tell you a few words. These days, your majesty has paid attention. When it came to the anomaly during the sacrifice, the guards had long been dispatched to the place where you jumped off the cliff. They were still looking for your body. If they found out that you were hidden here by His Highness, do you know what the consequences would be? You know this right Does your Highness mean anything? You know..."

Tomorrow night, sweating and carrying his lines, Zhu Qinghuan was lying on the bed, wearing sickly makeup, quietly in a daze.

"card!"

Li Dong yelled once again, holding his horn and shouting into the court: "Zhu Qinghuan, what's the matter with you? Didn't you wake up? Can you give your opponent a little reaction? And tomorrow night, when you recite your lines Can you bring a correct expression? How should you look at her? You should dismiss it, it should be vicious, or if you don't have any expressions, it's much better than your current dogleg appearance!"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, sorry for the director." Cheng bowed tomorrow night, sighing helplessly. The opposite is her master, master’s daughter-in-law, can she not be a dog?

Zhu Qinghuan also recovered, got up from the bed and apologized to the director: "I'm sorry, Director Li."

"Take a break in the intermission, Sister Liu, make up for them!" Li Dong waved his hand, "You two will play against each other, and you will be filmed like this ghost in a while. No one wants to stop work today!"

"sorry Sorry."

"Yes, Director Li."

Seeing Li Dong get up and leave his seat to pour water, both of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Shan had been watching Zhu Qinghuan's filming, watching the intermission, and came over with a disposable paper cup, in which was a warm cup of instant black coffee. Zhu Qinghuan was still sitting on the bed, her eyes still a little dull, Xia Shan sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the coffee in her hand.

"Zhu Zhu, didn't you have a good rest?" Xia Shan looked at Zhu Qinghuan distressedly.

"I……"

Before Zhu Qinghuan had time to answer, she was interrupted by Ming Wancheng on the side:

"Hey, handsome boy, do you know she has a wife?"

Xia Shan stared blankly at Ming Wancheng with her eyebrows curled, and embarrassment appeared in her eyes: "I..."

Tomorrow night, she will continue to say aggressively: "She's married, and you always show up like this. Why, do you think your scandal is not messy enough? You want to have a relationship with a married woman?"

Xiaoye was stunned. She had never seen a newcomer who dared to be so stubborn and actually said this to the popular Xiao Xianrou. Xia Shan also has some connections behind him, and if he wants to make tomorrow night, there is no way he can do it.

But tomorrow night Cheng Cheng, an ancient man who lived more than 3,000 years old, hasn't seen anything along the way? Entering the entertainment industry is purely fun. In the past, she tried all kinds of careers for fun, and she went to experience it for a few months for a lady who just massaged but not sold herself. She doesn't care if she can mix in the entertainment industry. If she can't, she won't act anymore. Anyway, Nan Yang loves her so much, she will definitely raise her. For someone like her, who is fearless, lawless and lawless, everything goes as he pleases. If Xia Shan really dared to provoke her, she might not be happy to kill him secretly, after all, she, like Nanyang, came from the **** rivers and lakes three thousand years ago.

People in the arena have always been able to do it without beeping.

Xia Shan glanced at Ming Wancheng with a vengeful look, his character was soft and he didn't dare to say anything, so he got up and left in silence.

Tomorrow night Cheng sat next to Zhu Qinghuan and sighed: "You are too gentle, dare to stick any rotten peach blossoms on you. If it is really caught by the paparazzi, your wife will be green with grass on her head. Up."

Zhu Qinghuan nodded obediently, and put a sip of black coffee in his hand on a side table.

Xiaoye looked at them and felt that the world was so wonderful that they could create these two kinds of people. Tomorrow night Cheng looks very good-looking when she doesn't speak. She looks cute, like a soft and waxy little rabbit, but when she speaks, she looks like a big golden retriever. And when Zhu Qinghuan didn’t speak, she was soft and charming like a little fairy, and at a glance, she felt that she was an unscrupulous slut, but after a few words, she discovered that this woman was well-behaved and shy, gentle and soft. Beach water.

Xiaoye tweeted twice, but Nanyang was normal. It's a Meng Sao on the outside, and a Meng Sao on the inside.

Tomorrow night Cheng said again: "Actually, if you are really sleepy, drink it. You don't have to avoid it."

"I'm not sleepy." Zhu Qinghuan shook his head gently.

"Then I know," Cheng said, sitting on the edge of the bed tomorrow night, smiling, "You missed Boss Nan, right? It's been only half a month, and you are always distracted from filming. There must be someone in your heart."

"No..." Zhu Qinghuan sat on the bed, wrapped her knees around her knees, her curled eyelashes drooped, "I didn't think about her."

"Then why do you always look at the phone? When Director Li called the card, you picked up the phone and looked at it. After reading it, you still lost your face." Cheng smiled badly tomorrow night. She knew that her master was thin-skinned and deliberately teased her, "Yes. It's not that Boss Nan is ignorant and didn't send you a message?"

"..." Zhu Qinghuan didn't speak, and looked away.

"She has been busy these days. One of Mei's shareholders has just passed away. That uncle has a very good relationship with Nanyang. She is helping with the funeral." Cheng pursed her lips tomorrow night, "It should be about ten days later. I'm back, just in time for the New Year, so don't worry too much."

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a long time, and asked in a very soft voice: "You and her... do you know the bottom line?"

Tomorrow night Cheng is a personal spirit, I can hear the sourness in Qinghuan's tone at once, and I can’t help but smile: "You are so jealous that it’s not worth eating. Didn’t she tell you that she and I are grandparents? ?"

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react.

"She treats me as a granddaughter, and I treat her as a grandmother." Tomorrow night said bluntly, "I wouldn't like a woman like her. She is a piece of ice. After so many years, you are the only one. People have been covered up. Besides, I already have someone I like."

granddaughter? Grandma?

What's all this mess?

Zhu Qinghuan doesn't quite understand the relationship between Ming Wancheng and Nanyang, but Ming Wancheng's ability to be so open shows that there is really no "that" friendship between them. Her last bit of suspicion also dissipated, her eyebrows couldn't help but bend: "Is it Qi Yi?"

"She told you," Cheng Cheng smiled stupidly tomorrow night, "Yes, yes, that's Teacher Qi. I...I wanted to tell you, oh, I'm not embarrassed to speak, after all, we haven't actually I'm so familiar that you can introduce my girlfriend to me..."

"Girlfriend?" Zhu Qinghuan twitched his mouth. "I can't guarantee that she can develop into your girlfriend. I can at most invite you to have a meal together to give you a chance to meet her. You...you are only ten after all. How old, she hasn’t even attended college yet, Xiaoyi has been working for many years, I don’t know if she is willing to..."

"I know, I know, I know, I'm so grateful for you to be so caring!" Mingwan Cheng nodded like a Labrador gnawing on a bone.

Xiaoye couldn't help reminding: "Oh, Zhu Zhu, I think you should be right?"

How can these two people get together so much and talk nonsense.

"Ah yes, there is still business. Let's do the right play first." Cheng smiled tomorrow night.

"Yeah." Zhu Qinghuan nodded docilely.

Taking advantage of Zhu Qinghuan’s effort to look down at the script, he took out his phone tomorrow night, opened Nanyang’s dialog box, crackled a lot of words over--

"My ancestor, is your head made of wood? No matter how busy you are these days, you can’t ignore your wife! Have you not sent messages to my master for many days? Do you know how much my master looks at the phone? Every time? Is paste or lard stuffed in your mind? I can’t help you if you continue like this. Sooner or later, Master, she will run away with other men, and other men will give her coffee. I don’t even send one of the coffee emojis that come with me. Tell me about what you do all day long. Do you still want to renew the front? A little bit of IQ! I'm really convinced, can you put a little sense of modern people's connection in your pure and empty head? Don't tell me that you didn't send her a message. Write to her, just your dog crawling words, I beg you to type it with your hands! Don’t let me urge you again, next time I urge you, I’m not sending a message, I’m going to call you on the speakerphone and let the whole crew Please listen to what kind of scumbag behavior you are, don’t let me post it a second time, hurry up! Give it! Me! Master! Father! Send! Stop! If you want us to continue shooting normally!!! [Cooking Knife] [Pig Head] [Crazy]"

Tomorrow night Cheng put his phone back into his jeans pocket under the costume and sighed.

She regretted it a little bit, as if she shouldn't have sent such a long paragraph to Nanyang. She knows most about Nan Yang's temperament. She doesn't like long and complicated things. She might only choose a few words to read like this kind of long talk.

Tomorrow night Cheng was in a trance, and suddenly heard a WeChat message from Qing Huan's mobile phone.

She and Qing Huan drew a little laugh at the same time. Qing Huan picked up the phone to open the new message, and tomorrow night Cheng also leaned in to take a peek.

It's really from Nanyang.

but.

In that excessively short white speech bubble, there was only one lonely one--

"[coffee]."

That's right, just the expression of the coffee that comes with the system, with a rigorous period behind it.

Cheng's eyebrows twitched tomorrow night.

After co-authoring her for so long, did Nan Yang see the words "coffee emoji"...

Zhu Qinghuan looked at the cute little coffee icon on the screen and couldn't help laughing for a long while. Her fingertips gently stroked Nanyang's elegant snow portrait, and she stroked the dinner princess who she had set as the background picture. Finally, she stopped on the little coffee and poked it gently.

Her fingertips were still there, but a new message suddenly popped up below, instead of that little coffee, she kissed her fingertips—

"I want you."