I, Qing Huan

Sun Xuxue was very agile, the restaurant was cleared in time, and the ambulance arrived at the fastest speed. When she and the nurses sent the unconscious Jiang Banxia to the ambulance, Nanyang had already left.

Sun Xuxue's affection for Jiang Banxia was limited to her beautiful mixed-race face. Once she found that Jiang Banxia and Nanyang were on the opposite side, she did not hesitate to choose Nanyang's side. Nan Yang had never told them before. It turned out that she had stayed in Australia for so many years because of such a **** woman. Sun Xuxue was stunned when she knew about it. Like Nan Yang, she didn't understand why anyone would dare to make trouble like this.

After going to the hospital, Sun Xuxue didn't ask a word about Jiang Banxia's injury. Instead, she kept talking about the doctors and asked them to quickly take off the knife. Sun Xuxue knew that Nanyang liked that knife, and Jiang Banxia's life or death had nothing to do with her. She had to quickly retrieve the knife, clean it up, and send it back to Nanyang.

Nanyang is a little bit clean, and if the knife is sent out later, she will have to clean it all night.

Sun Xuxue hardly slept that night. After handling the knife overnight, she went to the police station in Nanyang to help her reissue her ID card the next morning. However, it took two months to reissue the ID card, so she first gave her a temporary ID card, which had to be present in person, but Sun Xuxue saw that the time was too late, so she asked Mei Zhongli to ask for a relationship and quickly do it. All right. No matter what, Nanyang has to go back smoothly today.

At noon, Sun Xuxue booked a ticket and drove to Mei's house to pick up Nanyang.

Mei Zhongli is not in the villa, and should be working on Liu Zhen's share transfer with Sun Guohui. Sun Xuxue walked through the door of the villa in a familiar way, and looked roughly at the living room on the first floor. Without seeing Nanyang, he went straight upstairs to Nanyang's room.

As soon as the door opened, Sun Xuxue was stupid in place.

The cold and snowy woman didn't sit on the bay window to read a book as usual, or sit at the desk to take notes, nor even leaned against the cabinet to look for clothes. She fell abruptly at the door, lying there lifelessly, motionless.

She looked as if she was dead, with long, pure black hair spreading on her snow-white shirt, side down, and blood on the floor. Most of her cheeks and shirt were soaked in blood, her right hand was holding something tightly, the whole hand was dyed red, but it still did not loosen.

"Ancestor!" Sun Xuxue knelt down in a panic, raising her hands in a panic, not knowing where to move Nanyang.

Nan Yang's consciousness was still there, her eyelashes trembled fiercely, but she still opened halfway in a pool of blood with difficulty, looking at Sun Xuxue, her voice hoarse: "I... okay."

"I'll take you to the hospital, I'll call right away..." Sun Xuxue was trembling with fright.

"No," Nan Yang tried to move, slowly curling up his left hand, propping up his shoulder a little, "It has passed. The hospital...no need, waste time."

Delay in catching the plane.

Sun Xuxue understood what she meant, she did not want Qing Huan to wait for her.

If she had come two hours earlier, she would send Nanyang to the hospital whatever she said, but now... it has indeed passed, it is all over. Although she lived through it by herself.

With red eyes, Sun Xuxue lifted Nan Yang from the ground and stopped talking.

Nanyang stood up weakly, slowly loosening the right hand that had been tightly held. Inside are two Socha Golden Tequila Chocolates that have been crushed. The liquor wrapped in the chocolate had already melted with the blood in her palms, and the bits of cocoa butter were warmed by her body, sticking to her fingertips.

Qing Huan said, don't eat it right away, so she hasn't eaten it all the time. She was very obedient, and if Qing Huan refused to let her eat, she would not. Just as Qing Huan said before, "Don't eat those carbohydrates, you are prone to diabetes, try chocolate", since then, except for a bunch of candied haws when drunk, she has never eaten candied haws again.

It's just a pity, it was broken after all. Maybe she shouldn't hold them when the pain is on.

"Old ancestor, it's time to take off in three hours. Let's...Should we change the booking for the next one, and you will take a rest?" Sun Xuxue asked cautiously.

"It's okay, I'll take a shower. You will wait for me downstairs, and you won't miss your flight."

Sun Xuxue sighed. There was nothing she could do. She knew that Nanyang was a particularly stubborn person on promises, so she could only go downstairs silently.

Nanyang locked the door and unlocked the three buttons on the neckline. This time she impatiently unwrapped them one by one. After unfastening the three, she grabbed the neckline and took them off. She rolled her white shirt into a ball in her hand, and wiped her blood-stained nose and chin. The collarbone on one side was covered with blood, and the collarbone on the other side was still white, like a butterfly with one-sided wings dyed red. Her breath fluttered up and down shallowly.

After she wiped it off, she threw the shirt on the pool of blood and walked slowly into the bathroom.

The shirt slowly collapsed in a pool of blood, and the red wet marks slowly climbed up every uncontaminated corner, like ivy spreading on the wall, clamoring to infect every inch of blank territory. It didn't take long for the entire shirt to sink from pure white to blood red, and the slightly curled neckline was dripping with full drops of blood.

Tick.

Tick.

It seems that cruel and hideous punishments are pronounced endlessly.

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Five hours later.

It was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon. After getting off the plane, Nanyang and Sun Xuxue took a taxi to Zangzuo Film and Television City.

When he arrived in Zangzuo, Zhu Qinghuan was performing today's last scene with Mingwan Cheng.

It was another day when the prince was away, and another day when the court lady bullied the goddess. Tomorrow night Cheng will slap her Qinghuan master three times today. She was scared at first, but she shivered even more when she knew that Nanyang would come in the afternoon.

Generally, TV dramas are for the sake of reality, and in most cases, the actors will really fight, and the feeling of punching to the flesh. And if you really hit it, you can also sell a wave of dedicated people's designs, which will benefit you without harm. Li Dong is such a demanding person, of course, he will ask Qinghuan to be a true fan tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night, when I rolled up my sleeves, I designed at least 20 different routes that look like real fans but do not hurt her master. Fortunately, she has high internal strength and can put the strength back into her hands the moment she hits, but she will suffer more and suffer more.

Nanyang went to the shooting site silently, found a fishing chair and sat down. Sun Xuxue leaned over to the camera to watch the excitement. The scene was playing hot, and no one noticed that Nanyang was coming. Nanyang also had no intention of disturbing them in filming.

Cheng fanned very beautifully tomorrow night. It looked exactly like the real one. Everyone present thought she was really playing. Only Zhu Qinghuan knew that even though Ming Wancheng had really touched her face every time, she didn't hurt at all, as if she had just been touched by Ming Wancheng.

Li Dong was very satisfied. Cheng played nicely tomorrow night. Zhu Qinghuan's expression was also in place, tears in his eyes could not shed, an aggrieved but stubborn look. The scene was over after only three shots.

Three points means that Cheng slapped her master nine times tomorrow night.

Nanyang could tell that Cheng didn't have a real fan tomorrow night, but even so, there was still a little discomfort in his eyes. She does not have a fan, but she really touched it. It's not proper to touch.

"Alright!" Li Dong clapped his hands, "This time is over, I wish Zhu Zhu, Acheng, you have worked hard, you can go first. Zhang, get ready for the transition, tell Xia Shan to get ready!"

Zhu Qinghuan's stiff expression finally relaxed. She could not bear the tears she had been holding back. She walked out of the court, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples, while reaching out to Xiaoye: "Xiaoye, towels for me."

A soft towel was placed in her palm, and at the moment of delivery, the familiar cold temperature passed her mouth.

Zhu Qinghuan opened his eyes immediately, his eyes were still red, and he couldn't restrain a smile at the corners of his lips: "Nanyang?"

Nan Yang stood in front of her and gave a hum.

It has been a month since she saw her. She is still in this deserted look. She is wearing a pure white bread down jacket with a tight zipper, but she can still see a little neckline of the white sweater inside. She should have just taken a bath not long ago, her hair is a little fluffy that has been hurriedly visited by a hair dryer, exuding a nice shampoo scent.

It's just that the lips don't seem to be bloody.

"Are you not feeling well?" Zhu Qinghuan was keenly aware of something.

"You can see it." Nan Yang didn't cover up too much, and even coughed up a sullen cough that had been suppressed for a long time. "I... I got a bit cold on the road, just go in the house."

"Frozen?"

Zhu Qinghuan frowned, feeling a little embarrassed. Nan Yang's body is really squeamish. It can't be hot or cold. What can she do to take care of her?

"Nanyang!" Tomorrow night, he ran over with a grin, lifted up his skirt without shy, and stuffed his phone into the pocket of his jeans, "When did you come? I just looked for you."

Nanyang expressionlessly said, "Don't call my name directly."

Tomorrow night there were two clear tuts, quite disgusting: "Well, boss Nan. The shelf is quite big."

Zhu Qinghuan smiled reluctantly, and then whispered: "I'm sorry... Boss Nan."

Nanyang: "..."

Cheng couldn't help laughing tomorrow night.

"You can call my name." Nan Yang faintly explained to Qing Huan, "I just don't let her call."

"Really?" Zhu Qinghuan raised his eyes, his eyes bright.

"Ok."

Tomorrow night Cheng looked at them, hugged his arms, and curled his lips: "It seems that I am quite superfluous, so I will leave first."

Tomorrow night Cheng walked away a few steps, deliberately slowed down, and quietly looked back and found that no one was holding her. She bit her teeth, angrily clutched her right hand that was already red from the reaction, shouted loudly for her assistant, and went back to the hotel first.

"Then I'll change my clothes first. You wait for me." Zhu Qinghuan handed the towel to Xiaoye next to her, her lips curled up with a gentle curve, "I prepared a hot pot in our room. The hot pot ingredient is mine. The salad oil and Pixian Douban I used to stir-fry by myself are not very spicy. You can eat more this time."

It turns out that she always remembered that she didn't have a hot pot meal that day.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, covered the momentary loss of his eyes, cleared his throat, and said:

"Okay, go back to eat hot pot later."