I, Qing Huan

Facts have proved that Nanyang felt that this little red envelope really couldn't fit his mind.

When Qing Huan turned on the phone, five unread messages from Nanyang popped up on the lock screen. She clicked in, and was surprised by the orange transfer message.

Nanyang transferred her accounts four times, each time 50,000 yuan, a total of 200,000 yuan.

The daily limit of WeChat transfers is 200,000.

Under the four transfer information, in the white speech bubble, there are still three simple words——

New Year's money.

The smile on Qing Huan's lips couldn't help. She confirmed the receipt of the money one by one, and then withdrew it from her coin purse to her blank bank card. In fact, the money she made by herself is completely enough, and Nanyang is not short of money, but she still wants to help her save all the money. Anyway, the days will be long in the future, and she can use the money to buy a lot of candied haws and chocolates for Nanyang.

After getting dressed, she got out of bed and went to the medicine cabinet to help Nanyang find cold medicine.

While searching, she sighed helplessly. How could this woman be so stupid, just to not offend her undressed, she didn't really cover her quilt.

After finding the medicine, she packed two capsules and three pills in the cap of the small bottle and took it to the living room. She boiled a pot of water. When Nanyang came out of the bathroom to wash, the water had just boiled. She mixed a cup of warm water with the boiling water and cold water, and handed it to Nanyang along with the medicine in the bottle cap.

After Nan Yang took the cap of the small bottle containing the capsules and pills, he suddenly sneezed.

"Oh-sneeze -!"

Her arm shook violently, and all the medicine in the bottle cap flew out, bounced on the ground, and rolled under the sofa.

She rubbed her nose, looked at the medicine on the ground, and squatted down to pick it up.

Qing Huan gave a tut, came over and bent down and hit Nan Yang on the back of his hand, and said, "What else I picked up, it fell to the ground. I'll get you a new one."

"I'm afraid you will step on it," Nan Yang still lowered his head, picking up all the medicine on the ground, "it will slip."

"..."

Qing Huan pursed her lips, because of Nan Yang's words, her heart beat a bit faster.

She seemed to be beating her heart all the time.

Nan Yang was picking it up, and suddenly there was a sound of booming booming from the door. Both stood up and walked towards the door together.

Opening the door, she saw Ming Wancheng, wearing a red sweater, standing there with a lunch box grinning.

"Master, happy new year! On the first day of the new year, I'm here to give you dumplings." As she said, she also bent towards Nanyang, "Boss Nan is also early, happy new year, congratulations on the new year!"

Qing Huan smiled and accepted the lunch box in Cheng's hand tomorrow night, "Why, you called her ancestor last night, but today you called Boss Nan again?"

Ming night Cheng's expression instantly solidified on his face.

"I, I called her ancestor last night...?"

"Yeah," Qing Huan didn't care, "I saw Xuxue called that way too. Nan Yang said, is it your nickname for her?"

Tomorrow night, he glanced blankly at Nan Yang, who was expressionless, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, just the nickname, just the nickname."

"Then can I call you that way?" Qinghuan smiled and looked at Nan Yang beside him.

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and said dullly: "It's up to you."

Qing Huan looked funny at her expression, and didn't care much, and went in with dumplings. She took it to the kitchen to heat it up, and after a while, Nanyang took the medicine and could just take a little.

Tomorrow night, Cheng Kan Qing Huan left and let out a long sigh of relief: "I was scared to death. I thought Master found something."

"There seems to be no filming today." Nan Yang looked at her and said lightly.

"Yes, on the first day of the new year, Director Li gave us a holiday." Tomorrow night, he nodded purely.

Nan Yang tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since there is no filming, you don't use our car to go to the set. The dumplings are finished, you can go."

Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng said with an expression of stepping on shit: "Old Patriarch, why are you such a person? New Year's Eve, I ran over eagerly, wanting you to enjoy the blessing of the people..."

"The blessing of the people of Qi?" Nan Yang frowned, "How is the idiom of the people of Qi being used like this?"

"Uh...what's that called?" Tomorrow night Cheng searched desperately in his poorly cultured brain, "Heaven... the happiness of family?"

Nan Yang couldn't see what Cheng wanted tomorrow night, she let out a sigh from her nose, and took out the big red envelope that she had prepared long ago from her pants pocket.

Very thick red envelope, but still not that thick for Qinghuan.

She threw the heavy red envelope into Cheng's arms tomorrow night. Tomorrow night Chengxi smiled and caught it steadily. She laughed like a dogleg: "Thank you, ancestor, I know you love me the most. I wish you a good relationship with Master for a hundred years and give birth to a good son!"

The corners of Nan Yang's lips hooked, and there was a slight smile in his voice: "Go away."

"I'll get out of here!"

Tomorrow night Cheng smiled so that his face was about to bloom, trot a few steps away, and suddenly stopped, sneaking back and looking around, after confirming that there was no one in the corridor, he lowered his voice and said to Nanyang: " Patriarch, you have to be temperate, just forget the hot kiss in the toilet, and let my master go on New Year’s Eve. Look at how your voice is dumb, my master must have been exhausted last night."

Nanyang hadn't understood the meaning of Ming Cheng's words at first, but when he reacted, Ming Cheng would have run away long ago.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed the dirty pill she had picked up in her hand.

Suddenly regretted not putting them into Ming Wancheng's mouth.

Qing Huan walked over from the kitchen quickly, with the phone interface that just hung up in her hand, searching back and forth outside the door, her voice suppressed excitement: "Where is Acheng?"

"Go," Nan Yang replied briefly.

"How did you go?" Qing Huan leaned out half of the door, looked around, and sighed a little, "Unfortunately, I can only tell her the good news on WeChat for a while."

"What good news?"

"It's Xiaoyi," Qing Huan smiled and shook the phone in his hand. "Acheng has always wanted to know my friend Qi Yi. She just called me and said that she would visit my class in the afternoon. I asked her to go. Have a meal at the nearest mall. In the afternoon, bring you and Acheng, you know each other."

Nanyang was silent for a while, and uttered four words:

"Dating for four."

Qing Huan blushed and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, Xiaoyi doesn't know Acheng, so why not make a date."

"Yeah." Nan Yang nodded, eyes indifferent, "The two are on a date, the two are on a blind date."

Qing Huan: "..."

However, in a sense, it is indeed a blind date.

Still with the "parents" blind date.

When Qing Huan told Ming Wan Cheng the news, Ming Wan Cheng sent a screen exclamation mark. Across the screen, she could feel the excitement and anticipation of Cheng night tomorrow.

Qing Huan didn't understand why Ming Wancheng was so interested in Qi Yi, obviously they hadn't even said anything.

This kind of incomprehension also produced for Nanyang. Until now, she still didn't understand why Nanyang, such a perfect person, would love herself so desperately.

Perhaps it was really love at first sight?

It's still a bit of a joke.

The two ate the beef dumplings delivered by Cheng Cheng tomorrow night, and it was 12 noon. Qing Huan began choosing clothes and makeup to prepare for the afternoon meeting. Nanyang was sitting on the bed playing her inferior game console. As the lines of Tetris disappeared, the sound of "biu~biu~" from the hot ears echoed in the room.

Nanyang was having a runny nose, but she was busy playing games with her hands and had no time to wipe it, so she could only sniff her nose continuously.

Sitting on the other side of the bed, Qing Huan threw her eyebrows in front of the mirror. He heard Nanyang sniffing more and more frequently. He sighed, put down the eyebrow pencil, pulled a piece of paper towel, and walked around in front of Nanyang.

She folded the tissue and put it on Nanyang's nose.

"Strong hard." She spoke softly and looked at Nan Yang seriously.

Nan Yang raised his eyes in surprise, and subconsciously released the game console button with his right hand, and pressed the tissue on his nose, "I... come by myself."

Qing Huan didn't let go, just glanced down, and said leisurely: "I'm dying."

Nan Yang hurriedly lowered his head, immediately put his hand back on the buttons of the game console, a little flusteredly manipulated the cube to drop into the appropriate gap. Qing Huan pinched her nose through the tissue, and said again: "Strong hard."

Nan Yang hesitated for a while before blowing his nose gently.

The temperature in the paper towel became hot instantly.

Qing Huan squeezed the paper towel, folded it again, and then covered Nanyang's nose again, helping her to wipe away any snot remaining there. Nanyang lowered her head and stared at the Tetris. She knew in her heart that it was not appropriate to let Qinghuan wipe her nose, but she still couldn't let go of the game in her hand. It wasn't that it was really fun, she was compulsively. Not willing to die easily.

Stubbornly rigid. This characteristic really runs through every detail of her life.

"Wearing a turtleneck sweater today," Qing Huan threw away the toilet paper, and squeezed Nanyang's nose again. "You have a cold. Don't let the wind blow into your clothes."

"I don't have a turtleneck sweater." Nan Yang's pinched nose turned red, and she couldn't help but sniffed again.

"Put on mine, I have a white turtleneck sweater." Qing Huan pursed her lips, and said again, "But it's not new, I wore it before. Do you mind?"

Nan Yang shook his head and said lightly: "I'm afraid you mind."

"What nonsense?" Qing Huan groaned, "Why would I mind."

"Ok."

Nan Yang responded, still playing his Tetris intently.

"You don't tidy up yet, Xiaoyi will be here soon, and Acheng is already ready, now I'll wait for you alone." Qing Huan gently pushed Nanyang's arm.

"I don't have much to pack, I can leave after putting on my clothes."

"Then you wear it, hurry up, it will be too late."

"Wait, finish this round."

"When will your round be finished? Can't you press a timeout?"

Nanyang stubbornly shook his head: "Don't pause."

Qing Huan looked at her helplessly, and had to go to personally bring the white turtleneck sweater, find the positive and negative, and put it directly on Nanyang's head.

Nanyang still fixed his eyes on the game console in his hand, but his body straightened up very cooperatively, and even proactively stretched out a hand to signal Qing Huan to help her put her sleeves in.

What an uncle who is used to being served.

Qing Huan sighed silently, accommodating her, and helped her carefully put on her sweater. After the sweater set was neatened, she carefully arranged the collar so that it was just stuck on Nanyang's chin, and then pulled the long black hair out of her clothes and spread them evenly behind her.

Obviously Nanyang's round is not over yet. Qing Huan had no choice but to pull her sleeves, led her to the door, and helped her put on a coat as before and changed her shoes.

She pulled her all the way, from the room to the elevator, and then from the elevator to the garage. Until she sat in the passenger seat, Nanyang was still holding the ear-piercing game console and couldn't stop it.

Why doesn't she marry Tetris?

Qing Huan held the steering wheel and wrinkled her nose slightly angrily.