I, Qing Huan

Zangzuo Film and Television City ushered in an extremely stable month.

The crew of "Dance of Gods" proceeded with the filming process in an orderly manner, and the next door "Yi Tian" also waited for their Danjin. I heard that Jiang Yanran personally brought it back from the hospital. The large and small crews are working step by step in Zangzuo, fast or slow, peaceful and peaceful.

The people in the God Dance crew have always looked at their heroine with jealous eyes recently.

What the **** is the entertainment industry? Everyone knows that the combination of rich people and big stars has gone, isn't it all just showing off to outsiders? Occasionally, the rich might also come to visit a class for celebrity wives, but the bosses of other big companies have everything they can do. When the basic drama is in place, people leave. There are so many beautiful juniors waiting for them in the invisible places.

But Nanyang's existence is simply a BUG.

She doesn't seem to be working at all, and she doesn't have any other things she needs to do. She has always been in the crew, eating and living with Qing Huan, and will personally send Qing Huan to the set every day. When Qing Huan was filming, she was sitting aside reading or playing Tetris. After eating at noon, everyone squatted on the ground to eat boxed lunches. She took Qing Huan to the restaurant and started a small stove. After Qing Huan got off work, she waited gently at the door of the changing room. When Qing Huan came out, she took her hand and went home.

If the celebrity sticks to the rich like this, the crew may not be so surprised. Because the celebrities need to hold the thighs of the rich, they ask for something, not willful. But as a rich man, Nanyang clearly has more choices and more freedom, but he still guards his wife so considerately and faithfully. This really has to be jealous.

How can such love exist in this impetuous age of material desire?

On the day of the finale, Xiaoye lay on the railing, biting his cuff and spitting sour bubbles.

Not far away, Nanyang leaned against the other side of the railing. She is wearing a white turtleneck sweater with a coat on her forearm and holding a thermos in her hand. She always looked so cold and arrogant. She didn't smile or talk. From the pure silk of her hair to the tips of her fingers, her whole body was filled with the fairy air of non-eating fireworks.

It's just that she's a bit different recently. She started wearing ear studs.

She is an old-fashioned woman who has not been infected by any modern elements. The dazzling stud in her left ear is the only embellishment of her body. It was like a piece of white paper. After many years of being white, someone finally lit a scorching cinnabar. Such a shiny diamond did not tear her quaint, but made her look more refined.

The right decoration will only attract more people's attention.

I'm so envious.

Xiaoye lied down on his head, thinking of the identical couple earring on Zhu Zhu's left ear.

Boss Nan really spoils her.

Qing Huan had changed clothes and came out. The filming of her last scene was over. Li Dong originally said to give her a finale banquet, but she declined, and only accepted everyone's bouquets, and hurried out to find Nanyang.

After seeing Nanyang leaning on the railing, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she ran to Nanyang's face.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?"

The corners of Nan Yang's lips were unusually bent, and she was a little bit hygienic to help Qing Huan wipe the sweat by pinching the sleeves of her sweater.

Qing Huan’s eyes were tightly attached to Nanyang’s face, and she couldn’t see enough: “I’m afraid I won’t be able to catch the plane late. I’m going to the program group of "Honeymoon Together" tomorrow, if I can’t go home today. Packed up, we went back to Thailand and didn't even have to change our clothes."

"Honeymoon Together" actually should have been recorded a week ago, but after a few days of re-shooting of Shenwu here, the whole program group is waiting for her, so she must rush over as soon as she finishes.

A few days earlier, Qin Jiabao, the director of "Honeymoon Together", informed her of some related itineraries. The first phase is to go to Thailand. They need to go to the ancient city wall of Ho Kyung to start the game. Each pair will be based on the game result. There are many ways to go to Thailand for the lottery, and the shooting has already started from the transportation.

Nan Yang lifted the thermos in his hand: "I made egg custard for you and eat it on the road."

"Do you have a good amount of soy sauce this time?" Qing Huan felt lingering when she remembered the bowl of egg custard that was spit out half a month ago.

"Yes, according to the number of grams you said."

"Well...I will check the results at that moment."

Xiaoye consciously walked over to help Qinghuan take the flowers and bag in her hand, reminding them: "There are still four hours left for the plane."

"Let's go to the airport first, it won't be good if there is a traffic jam along the way." Qing Huan said as she pulled up Nanyang to the parking lot.

The sun shines on their left faces, and the same diamond stud earrings on the left ears of the two people reflect the bright warm light, undisguisedly piercing the heart of everyone who looks at them, as if the sun has been worn by them. .

They will go back to Mei’s villa today, pack their clothes and luggage, and then go to Zhu’s house for the night.

Qing Huan hasn't returned home for a long time, Zhu Jun and Yu Fengli both want to see her. One more thing, they have been married for some time, but Nan Yang has never visited the "elders". Yu Fengli kept talking about cooking for her son-in-law Nan, but Nan Yang was unwilling to go, but Qing Huan asked her, and she could only accommodate her.

After getting off the plane, Mei Zhongli came to the airport personally to pick them up back to the villa. Time is tight, and they didn't have much time to chat on the way. When they arrived at the villa, they went back to their rooms to pack their things. At least one month after this trip, Qing Huan needs to pack a lot of cosmetics and clothes. Nanyang is much simpler. She only brought a few bottles of sunscreen and a box of white shirts. In less than half an hour, she dragged her suitcase and waited in the living room downstairs.

While waiting, Mei Zhongli also sat on the sofa, caring about Nanyang's life in Tibet for more than a month.

Nanyang listened to each other. After a long while, she suddenly thought of something, and interrupted Mei Zhongli's chatter: "Little Lizi, help me do something when we are away."

When Mei Zhongli heard Nan Yang talk to him in such a serious tone, he hurriedly sat up straight and bowed his head: "Ancestor, you said."

Nanyang looked at the stairs.

"Combine our two rooms into one."

Mei Zhongli opened his eyes slightly.

"From now on... we will always sleep together."

Nan Yang stared at the direction upstairs and said softly.

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After Qing Huan packed up his luggage, Mei Zhongli sent someone to drive them to Zhu's home. When I arrived at Zhu's house, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Zhujiaan is located in a high-end apartment complex "Yuejiang Mansion", on the 34th floor of the top floor, the best high-rise in the community. At night, you can see the unique prosperous night scene and a big river next to the community. In the evening, colorful lights flash between the buildings, and the river is reflected with dreamlike lights and shadows, as if overlooking the glitzy world from the sky.

When in the elevator, Qing Huan smiled mysteriously at the corners of her lips: "You will like my bedroom very much."

"Why?" Nanyang asked.

"You'll find out in a while."

When the two reached the top floor and got out of the elevator, they could smell the scent of food from afar. When they got closer, they found that Zhu's family had already opened the door for them, and there was a busy back in the kitchen in the distance. Zhu Jun was watching the news on the sofa.

Qing Huan walked in first naturally, and began to change shoes at the hallway, and greeted Zhu Jun while changing, "Dad, I'm back."

Zhu Jun immediately put down the remote control and greeted him with a smile: "The girl is back." Halfway through, he saw Nan Yang who was following Qing Huan with surprise on his face, "Boss Nan is really here? Seeing you on mobile phones and TV, seeing you in person for the first time, it’s so beautiful, I’m glad to see you

After he finished shouting, Yu Fengli came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, stood side by side with Zhu Jun, and smiled kindly to Nanyang.

After Zhu Jun said hello, he stretched out his hand.

Qing Huan knew that Nanyang would ask her own opinions. Before she could speak, she said in a low voice, "Hold it."

Nan Yang gave a hum, and gently pressed Zhu Jun's palm with his finger bones.

The Zhu family has always been unable to look up in front of the Mei family. Even though the cold woman in front of them is already their son-in-law, they will still use the honorific name for Nanyang. No wonder Qing Huan has always been so humble in front of the Mei family. Mei Zhongli and others have always recognized Nanyang as a respect, and everything else is a "tool" to meet Nanyang’s needs, including Zhu’s family and Qinghuan. . It was not without reason that Qing Huan was so afraid of Nanyang at first.

Nan Yang has become accustomed to being respected, and didn't realize that there is anything wrong with this. After all, in her concept, these two ordinary middle-aged people are not her relatives.

Yu Fengli greeted them into the living room: "Quickly, the girl will take Boss Nan to the dining table. The meal will be ready in 20 minutes."

"Mom, don't rush, do it slowly," Qing Huan took Nanyang to her bedroom, "I will take her to the bedroom for a while. If you are busy over there, call me and I will help you."

"You too underestimate your mother. You have been a housewife for decades, and you still need your little niezi to intervene in a meal?" Yu Fengli snorted and waved her arms. "Go, take Nan The boss will take a good look at your doghouse."

"What kind of doghouse, don't talk nonsense!"

Qing Huan looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly pulled Nan Yang into the bedroom and closed the door, fearing that Yu Fengli would say something to cheat her daughter to make her lose face.

Her bedroom is a second bedroom, small in size, but nicely furnished. The walls were painted fresh blue, the TV cabinets and bookshelves were filled with various dolls, the bed was obviously cleaned up by Yu Fengli, there was no dust at all, and the quilt cover exudes a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

As soon as Nanyang came in, he understood Qing Huan's sentence "You will like my bedroom very much."

Her bedroom does not have the narrow window sills that the second bedroom should have, nor the cramped bay windows, but a full floor-to-ceiling window facing the night view. The orange-yellow light spot outside the window lies on the black curtain, like a galaxy warmed by the sun, drifting down from the sky and flowing in the world of mortals.

"Is the night view very beautiful?" Qing Huan smiled and turned off the lights in the bedroom to make the beautiful scenery outside the window more prominent. "At night you can watch such a night view and sleep, and you will have beautiful dreams."

"Well, it looks good." Nanyang's eyebrows were curved a little, and she could see that she was in a good mood.

Qing Huan took her to sit down by the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the night scene together.

Nanyang was silent for a long time, and took the initiative to speak softly: "Did you have a good time living here for more than 20 years?"

"Well...Except for the sad news of accepting marrying you since I was young, I am happy most of the time." Qing Huan replied in a joking tone.

Nan Yang didn't laugh, and for a long while, his voice trembled a little: "Then you...do you regret marrying me?"

Qing Huan realized that Nanyang had taken her joke seriously, and immediately grabbed her hand, squeezed the back of her hand, and said softly, "Don't think about it."

"...I'm just afraid you regret it."

Qing Huan smiled and looked out the window, her tone becoming more gentle: "The only thing I regret is that I met you at the age of twenty-four. If you could appear in my world earlier, I must be at the best age. Love you."

Nanyang thought of the six years that she had been blocked in Australia, and her guilt instantly swept through her mind. She lowered her eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry."

"Why do you apologize."

Qing Huan looked at her dull look, her uncurled eyelashes were not even curled, like two frustrated butterflies sticking to her eyelids. She felt soft, raised her hand to wrap Nanyang's neck, and said softly, "Come here."

Nanyang leaned back obediently.

Qing Huan hugged her neck and leaned in to kiss her. The two naturally touched each other’s lips, and Qinghuan kept rubbing Nanyang’s hair, making her move closer to herself. The other hand resting on the side of Nanyang’s neck could feel the hotter and hotter temperature. The lip that I held has also lost its usual coldness.

She was like a fire, slowly pulling a piece of snow into the bottomless abyss.

I don't know when it started, and while still kissing, her fingers had already been covered with Nanyang's shirt buttons, starting from the top, unbuttoning them one by one.

Only after solving the third one, I heard a "bang--" door opening behind me.

Nanyang immediately stopped opening and closed his unbuttoned shirt.

Yu Fengli stood at the door holding a spatula, looking at the two people doing bad things in the dark, her mouth wide open. She was stunned for a long time before she spoke with a shaking chin:

"You, do you still eat?"