I, Qing Huan

Tomorrow night will be sour.

She wrinkled a small face and stared at the stuffed garbage bag like lemon. After hearing Nan Yang's words, her round eyes filled with envy. Damn, it's another day to marry an ancestor.

Qi Yi stood aside, silently watching Cheng Ming's frowning eyebrows.

A child like Ah Cheng would also want to have such a doll from the claw machine.

The last little fox in the machine was also caught, and Nan Yang personally put this one on top of the garbage bag. The garbage bag is too full, the mouth of the bag is closed, and the volume is larger than an adult. With her face as usual, she dragged the trash bag with a sense of contradiction, and shook Qing Huan's hand: "Go, eat."

Qing Huan glanced at the huge garbage bag embarrassedly, and squeezed Nanyang's tiger's mouth: "Or, I ask Xiaoye to help send them back to the hotel first?"

"My name is Xuxue, Xiaoye still has to take care of you on the set." Nan Yang took out his cell phone as he said, awakening Sun Xuxue.

It took time for Sun Xuxue to come over, so they went to the restaurant for dinner first. Nanyang held Qinghuan in one hand and trash bag in the other, attracting a lot of attention. Most of the people who can appear in Zangzuo Film and Television City are inside the circle. There are many well-known directors and top stars. Many familiar faces on TV have looked at these strange people on the street. The paparazzi and reporters squatting on the roadside quietly took out the camera, and the subtle shutter sound was hidden in the noisy environment, no one noticed.

Four people picked a roast duck restaurant and ate roast duck burritos.

When eating Qinghuan, just dip a small corner of a small piece of roast duck lightly with the sweet noodle sauce to get a little taste. Nanyang is different. She presses every piece of roast duck in the sweet noodle sauce. When it is fished out, the duck has completely lost its original whiteness. After putting it in the spring cake, the cake is completely transparent. The sauce is brown.

Tomorrow night Cheng will not be able to stand it anymore: "Aren't you?"

Nanyang held the burrito and shook his head.

Qing Huan sighed and drew a paper towel to help Nanyang wipe off any sauce on the corner of her mouth, and whispered: "The meat will be less stained. If the taste is heavy, it is not good for your health."

"Ok."

Nanyang responded.

So she really didn't put too much sauce on the duck, and even put a piece of clean duck into the spring cake. However, after she finished putting the duck meat, she picked up a small piece of cucumber and pressed the cucumber into the sweet noodle sauce.

Cheng wants to applaud tomorrow night.

The ancestors are really logical ghosts.

Qing Huan was a little helpless, but she had always been soft-hearted to Nanyang, so she didn't say much.

After a meal, Nanyang stood up and put on her coat. Qing Huan stood in front of her and wiped her mouth with a tissue. While wiping her mouth, she said, "I didn't shoot in the afternoon. Something went wrong in Xiashan, and the afternoon scene was moved. Tomorrow. Acheng will continue to shoot in a while, I will accompany you back to the hotel, okay?"

Nan Yang's eyes were soft and nodded.

"Xiaoyi, do you want to go back with us?" Qing Huan folded the tissue and threw it into the trash can.

Qi Yi was silent for a while, and replied: "I want to go shopping for a while, and I will return tonight."

"Also, at night, you can take Acheng's car by the way."

Several people made a simple farewell. After eating for a long time, Li Dong urged him in the work group. Cheng Cheng left in a hurry tomorrow night. Qi Yi said that he still wanted to sit and drink tea for a while, so Nanyang and Qinghuan left her first.

When he walked out of the private room, Nanyang took the initiative to ask: "Are there any arrangements for going back later?"

Qing Huan tilted her head and thought for a while, "Hmm..."

Nanyang quietly waited for her to think while wearing a down jacket and hat.

Qing Huan bit her lip, looked around, and after confirming that there were no people, she whispered: "Are you...tired last night?"

Nan Yang froze for a moment, and his fingers paused in the furry collar of the side of the hat.

After a long while, she shook her head gently, and her red ears were quietly hidden in the down jacket hat.

Qing Huan pursed her lips and laughed, the curvature of her eyes resembled the cute little fox in the claw machine: "Then let's go back and continue. There are a lot of resources that Acheng gave me that I haven't seen. I can Learn and practice."

Nanyang's hand on the cane shook.

After Qing Huan finished speaking, she touched her nose and her eyes were a little red: "Well...it seems to be just thinking about last night, I just want to kiss you a little bit."

Nanyang stood still and said obediently: "Then kiss."

Qing Huan couldn't help laughing: "This is in the restaurant. Even if we are an upright couple, we can't be so embarrassed."

"Then change the place to kiss."

Nanyang took her hand, looked around the restaurant lightly for a week, and found the location of the bathroom. She took Qing Huan and walked unhurriedly, and opened the curtain, which contained three small compartments. There are people in the first two compartments, only the corner one is empty.

Nanyang pulled Qinghuan into the last compartment, gently unlocked, put the crutches aside, and stood upright, and then leaned against the compartment wall with her hands back, her voice pressed so that only the two of them could hear Size: "Kiss."

The smile on the corners of Qing Huan's lips couldn't be suppressed, Nan Yang really had no bottom line for her. If she asked for the stars and the moon, Nan Yang would probably build a spaceship to send herself to space to touch her.

She leaned forward with a smile, kissed Nan Yang's lower lip, swayed her head a little, and gently rubbed her lips, and even scratched Nan Yang's lower back with her fingers.

Nanyang was really excited, and the two hugged each other more closely.

Considering that there are people next door, they dare not make too much noise, and they are restrained when their lips are turning. It didn't take long for Qing Huan to learn to kiss, but as soon as she touched Nanyang's lips, her body seemed to be conscious, always provoking and exploring every soft, as if instinct carved into her bones.

Nan Yang's left leg was inconvenient at first, and being kissed by Qing Huan like this, his body became softer and softer. I don't know when it started, she was already in her arms by Qing Huan, but she was slightly taller than Qing Huan, and when she collapsed, her slender legs were still bending and shaking.

The floor of the compartment was the wet mark that Auntie Cleaning had just dragged. The walking stick leaned there, slid away little by little by the water stains on the ground, continuously compressing the angle with the ground at a slow speed that no one noticed.

Finally, it broke free of the last point of the wall's imprisonment on it, and fell straight down.

Snapped--

The collision between the metal crutches and the floor tiles sounded like thunder.

The people in the compartment made a dissatisfied voice.

Qing Huan let go of Nanyang, panting slightly, her cheeks flushed, and said very softly, "Let's go back."

Nan Yang was still holding Qing Huan's neck, and the elegant breath screamed unevenly on the side of Qing Huan's neck, humming with a dumb voice.

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Qi Yi sat alone in the roast duck restaurant for a long time, and she got up slowly, assuming that all three of them were almost gone.

For some reason, when she was alone, her mind was filled with the enviable gaze of Ming Wancheng looking at the bag of little foxes. The teenage girl had her mouth narrowed, her round eyes open, and she wanted but she didn't know who she should ask for.

Thinking about this, she unknowingly walked back to the supermarket door.

The humble rascal rabbit was still lying in the first claw machine, and his squinted rabbit eyes looked at her contemptuously.

Qi Yi shook a fist, she didn't know what she was thinking. When she came back to her senses, she was already standing in front of the coin exchange machine, and the phone interface was a deduction page for paying fifty yuan.

What Nanyang can do, she should also be possible.

Even if it's not a hundred shots and a hundred hits, one hits every one of them will do. She doesn't need a hundred rogue rabbits, just one is enough.

Qi Yi was holding fifty coins, standing in front of the claw machine, a layer of sweat came out of the tip of his nose, and his glasses kept sliding down. She pushed the glasses while controlling the joystick. The clip sank again and again, moved the little rabbit again and again, and then released it again and again.

Qi Yi's heart also followed the little rabbit up and down, and when it rose, her emotions also rose. When it fell, she seemed to fall harder than it.

With so much money, it is better to go to the supermarket and buy one.

Qi Yi wrinkled his nose irritably.

but……

After all, what I bought is not as pleasant as the one I picked up from the claw machine. Because of constant expectation and constant disappointment, the fruits obtained after stacking up the obsessions will be particularly satisfying.

The pocket is getting lighter and lighter, and obviously there are not many coins left. Just when Qi Yi began to think about whether to exchange another fifty or one hundred, the clip suddenly fought, and steadily picked up the chubby rogue rabbit and delivered it to the delivery port unimpeded.

Qi Yi couldn't help grinning a big smile, and ignoring the gold glasses that slipped to the tip of his nose, he immediately bent down and took out the rabbit doll. She squeezed the rabbit's squinted eyes, looked around, and slowly reduced the smile from the corner of her eyes, and stuffed the doll into her bag.

When stuffing it inside, she accidentally felt a strange sharp corner at the bottom of the bag.

Qi Yi let go of the doll, frowned, pinched the object suspiciously, and took it out of his bag.

It is a small square box, which is very beautifully packaged and is tied with a beautiful bow with a golden ribbon. Qi Yi pulled the ribbon and opened the box. At the moment when she opened the lid, this distinctive opening feel already gave her a foreboding of what was inside.

Sure enough, it was a ring.

A small ring was made into a Mobius ring, with dazzling broken diamonds set in a circle. A small folded piece of paper was also stuffed on the side of the inner cushion in the box, exposing half of the corner of the paper, curled at the edge of the gap.

Qi Yi pulled out the note and unfolded it to read the words on it.

"Sister, nice to meet you."

Qi Yi's eyes couldn't help but bend, and his fingertips twisting the paper gently rubbed. After rubbing, the index finger resting on the back was stained with ink.

Also wrote something on the back?

Qi Yi turned the paper over and saw the other six words there--

"Extremely happy!"

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Night falls inadvertently.

Although it is covered by a curtain, you can still see the night outside the window through a tiny gap. The multicolored lights between the high-rise buildings reflect each other, making the supposedly pure darkness hide some colorful dreams.

The exact same countless little fox dolls piled up the bed, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, like a sea of ​​toys, a few naughty ones jumped to the ground, and looked at the beauty of the bed.

Qing Huan sat in the chair beside her, curled her legs up, her arms gently wrapped around her knees, her chin rested on her knee bones, and she stared at Nanyang who was sleeping in a fox doll.

She seems to be tired.

In the process just now, she didn't think there was anything too much. Maybe it was too devotion, or maybe it was too tempting when the usual cold eyes were stained with sex. She asked her again and again, without stopping. Like a child who just got a new toy, when he plays with it, he always forgets time and loses his sense of measure.

Later, after not knowing the number of times, she realized that Nanyang was already crying.

He cried very silently, did not make a whimper, but buried his face in the soft pillow and shed tears. So conniving, so accommodating, so forbearing.

So distressing.

Qing Huan bit the back of her hand, and there was a sweet smell lingering on the fingers beside her nose.

This woman is really the best gift God has given her.

She is a handful of fresh snow on the window sill, the first flower to bloom on the branch, and a red carp that will wake up under the ice lake. She is so fragile and delicate, as if she would break when touched, or scattered when touched. She should be more gentle and careful to her, treat her as a child, and care about every inch of her life all the time.

Next time, we must be restrained.

She buried her head in her knees a little guiltily.

A light suddenly lit up on the table, accompanied by a slight vibration. Qing Huan was distracted, raised her head, reached out her hand to find her mobile phone among the messy chocolate candy paper on the table, and opened the lock screen.

It's a message from tomorrow night.

When she clicked in, she found that Cheng had changed her profile picture tomorrow night. Before, her profile picture was a red panda emoticon pack. Now she changed a photo that was obviously taken in Zangzuo Film and Television City. The photo shows a rogue rabbit held in her hand, which is almost like Ah Cheng. There is a vaguely hanging hand in the upper left corner of the photo, holding a pair of gold glasses in the hand.

Before I could see the mystery of this portrait, the news of Cheng Cheng came out again tomorrow night.

"Master, you are on the hot search again~ Hahaha Congratulations, don't you want to check it out? [hee][hee][hee]"

It doesn't seem to be a black entry, otherwise Mingwan Cheng would not be able to send three swish expressions in a row.

Qing Huan exits WeChat, clicks on Weibo, and clicks on hot search.

When the hot search list was refreshed, she looked down one by one. The first one in the hot search is [#淡锦打演依天#] which shows "explosion", and the second is [#白靳秋婚戒#]. When she saw the third one, she squinted her eyes——

【#妻妻拾荒#】

After the entry, the Weibo official praised an emoticon of [笑笑].

I don't know why, although she didn't mention her name in this article, she had an intuition that this article was related to herself.

Click on the entry, the first is a group of nine consecutive shots issued by a well-known marketing account.

Sure enough, the photo shows the scene where Nanyang had just finished picking up the doll at noon today and took her to dinner. The paparazzi was photographed very clearly, so clearly that he could see every fold on the giant garbage bag that Nanyang was dragging in his hand.

You don’t need to click into the comment to see a hot comment automatically laid out under this Weibo:

[Pu'er tea is really bad to drink pfr: Mei's broke? ? ? ? ? 】