I, Qing Huan

Mei Zhongli got up very early, and a group boss like him couldn't sleep a lot in his life. He limped downstairs with a cane, wanting to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

He walked to the dining room and saw a faint figure busy behind the glass door of the kitchen, he shouted over there: "Xiao Liu, help me fry an egg!"

The people inside did not respond. Mei Zhongli didn't care too much. He sat down and took out his cell phone to check today's stock market situation, while watching and drinking a glass of milk poured on the table.

After a while, a moving sound came from the sliding door of the kitchen. The footsteps gradually approached, and a plate of freshly fried eggs was gently placed in front of Mei Zhongli. Mei Zhongli glanced at it, and when he saw a splash-like scar on the wrist of the hand holding the egg, he almost squirted the milk from his mouth.

"Ancestor..." Mei Zhongli hurriedly wanted to stand up.

Nan Yang used his index finger to press down on his shoulder, with a bit of internal strength, and a light push made him sit back intact. There was no expression on her face, but she didn't seem to be angry either: "I don't know if you are used to eating old or tender ones. I made sweet eggs. Are you used to eating them?"

Mei Zhongli looked at Nanyang with astonishment. Nanyang is still wearing a white shirt that has not changed forever, with a little oil star splashed on the collar of the shirt, and his sleeves are pulled up to his elbows, revealing a white forearm. She also wore an apron around her waist. This pyrotechnic decoration made her look like a gentle wife of ordinary people.

Mei Zhongli has never seen Nanyang cooking, and Nanyang has always been the one being served.

"You still cook? Why are you interested in coming to the kitchen today?" Mei Zhongli felt strange.

"I've always learned," Nan Yang wiped his hands on the apron. "She sleeps here. I want to make her some breakfast."

"So..."

Mei Zhongli feels that Nanyang has been very different from before. He has followed Nanyang since he was fifteen years old. In his impression, Nanyang has always been a cold person, who does not speak or laugh, which is very in line with her identity as a three-thousand-year old antique. Mei Zhongli felt that that was normal, and the **** he admired should be like this, not eating human fireworks.

But since Nanyang came back from Australia and met Qinghuan, she began to melt. Melted into a mortal.

For the first time, Mei Zhongli felt that Nanyang was warm. It turned out that a gentle light can also appear in her eyes.

"You can eat first. I'll give her a meal. It will be cold after a while."

Nanyang returned to the kitchen and brought out a large plate. The food on the plate is very rich, there are roasted garlic bread, tenderly fried beef, cooked water shrimp, and sliced ​​ham. There are also dipping sauces of various flavors that are squeezed in the corners but are still neatly arranged.

She should have been preparing for a long, long time.

Mei Zhongli was inexplicably pained as she watched Nanyang carefully carrying the food away.

Although Zhu Qinghuan moved in, he did not live in the same room as Nanyang. Considering that the two of them are really strange, Mei Zhongli did not force her, but arranged her room next to the Nanyang room.

Nanyang came to the door of Zhu Qinghuan's room and knocked on the door with difficulty.

For a long while, no one responded. Nan Yang knocked again.

Isn't anyone there?

She increased her strength a little and knocked **** the door with her finger bones.

After a while, the door of the room was opened, Zhu Qinghuan messed with long curly hair, squinted sleepily, with a little hoarse voice in his voice: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Nan Yang raised his hand holding the plate, "I made breakfast for you, would you like something?"

Zhu Qinghuan glanced at the food on the plate, and reluctantly pulled out a smile, "Thank you. But the calories are too high, I am about to join the group, I can’t eat so much carbon water... You don’t need to cook for me, It's not worth wasting this time on me."

The arc of Nanyang's mouth froze. Her fingers on the edge of the plate turned white.

She pursed her lips, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes were still gentle: "What do you usually eat?"

Zhu Qinghuan looked a little unwilling to answer, but still said: "Boiled cabbage."

Nan Yang nodded briefly: "I'm going to learn."

Zhu Qinghuan stared at the ground and said lightly: "I said I don't need you to cook for me, I will cook for myself, thank you for your kindness. I have already said that, in private, it is best not to have too much More intersections."

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, there was still no obvious emotion on his face. But the fingers of her right hand were shaking, trembling clearly.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at her and could feel her sadness at the moment.

Maybe the current Nanyang is really interested in him, so the big boss who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui has worked so hard to cook for himself, at least this second is a little sincere. But how long can this interest be maintained? She is used to seeing female artists in the circle who are deceived by the gold master and deceived their feelings. After they are abandoned, they are all stinky except for one body.

"I know."

Nan Yang spit out four words lightly, holding her plate and turning to leave.

Zhu Qinghuan watched her slowly moving away, her fingers curled up on the door frame.

She understands the truth, but she is also unaccustomed to ruining the sincerity of others in this way.

She was not used to Nanyang looking at herself with that look. When Nanyang looks at others, there is no emotion in her eyes, but every second she looks at herself, there is a lot of forbearing tenderness in her eyes. This made Zhu Qinghuan feel that her random words or actions were bullying Nanyang.

She hates people who bully others, and of course she hates herself who bullies others.

Fortunately, I have work today. The company didn't leave her too much time to think about it. The agent called her as if she was urging her for life, asking her where she was now, and kept reminding her that the recording would begin in five hours.

Zhu Qinghuan went back to the house and put on simple makeup, and asked the driver of Mei's family to send him off. When passing by the living room, Nanyang was looking at his mobile phone on the sofa, and Zhu Qinghuan took a quick glance. He vaguely saw a picture of cabbage on the screen of the mobile phone and the small characters like ants next to it, which looked like a tutorial.

Pick the palm of your hand with your nails.

I scolded myself secretly, looking at something indiscriminately.

Today's announcement is to record variety shows. If nothing else, the recording should be finished this afternoon.

It's a sports variety show. It takes a whole day of running and jumping. There are a lot of guests invited today, most of them are the actors of the "God Dance" TV series that will start soon. There are quite a few TV dramas promoted through variety shows before they are released, but almost none of them have been promoted before they start. The reason Shenwu dared to make publicity in advance is because it invited two traffic guys to be the leading male and female actors-a diehard fan can forcibly brush a certain part of the brain-deficient romance drama with a small fresh meat Xiashan of 8.5, and The hot search Baonian user reviews are all from the wife of female fans.

One disadvantage of too much traffic is that even before Xia Shan and Zhu Qinghuan have met, the two fans have started a brainless cooking carnival in advance. Today I will take a photo of your brother P's mourning hall, and tomorrow you will cut the ghosts that penetrate the center of the earth for my sister. Both sides feel that they are the world's most popular, and both sides agree that the other side is rubbing their own heat. This is a very common hype method among brokerage companies, which stimulates conflicts among fans, makes fans spontaneously enthusiastic, and may even get one or two free hot searches. As long as the cooking doesn't end, it doesn't matter how ugly the entry is, they have a way to clear the star himself.

Of course, under normal circumstances, the war between fans does not affect the relationship between the stars themselves. Exceptions in special circumstances.

Xia Shan had arrived at the recording venue long ago and saw Zhu Qinghuan surrounded by a group of people from a distance, and happily ran over to greet her. His agent couldn't hold it.

"Hello, see you for the first time," Xia Shan smiled brightly, "I have watched your other dramas, so long."

"Hello..." Zhu Qinghuan immediately looked around and confirmed that there are enough staff here and that she and Xia Shan will not be photographed alone in the camera, "Good meeting, happy meeting."

"I really look forward to working with you." Xia Shan smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to shake Zhu Qinghuan.

Zhu Qinghuan shook it with face, and by the way made a small joke: "I hope this picture will not be turned into a gorilla by your fan."

Xia Shan laughed loudly.

She is so cute.

"It's going to be a long run in a while, you have to remember to warm up." Xia Shan pointed to the prop site in the distance, "I just went to see those levels. It's very difficult. If you can't get through, tell me, I will help. You."

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but curled his lips. Xia Shan is 21 years old, still in college, three years younger than himself. This little boy is soft and glutinous. He likes to speak with a lot of sticky tones. He is a southerner. Xia Shan fired suddenly, and basically didn't experience the pain of climbing up step by step in the entertainment industry, so the refreshing warmth still remained in the eyes. I wish Qinghuan had a good impression of him.

"Okay, I'll find you if I can't go."

Zhu Qinghuan smiled at him.

She didn't deliberately smile charmingly, but her face was very demon, a demon that could not be ignored, from the curvy eyebrows to the full lips, from the beautiful eyeliner at the end of the eyes to the moist lipstick on the lips, The movements of her eyebrows are all amorous. She smiled as if she was seduce someone. And it's not the kind of dazzling seduce, it's a soft and subtle seduce, it's a seduce with a pipa half-faced.

There has never been a woman who can integrate the two extreme qualities of "feminine" and "gentle" so well.

Xia Shan's agent was worried in the distance, thinking that his child was going to be taken away.

Xia Shan had indeed been hooked away, but not just now, his soul had already been hooked away when he watched her first TV series.

The variety show was recorded smoothly, and the snow stopped at noon, and the venue and props were not affected at all.

Zhu Qinghuan basically ran for a whole day without a break. While running, she kept asking questions in her mind. She didn't know if there was something wrong with the concept of variety show planning, and let a bunch of stars who rely on their faces to eat. Jumping up and down here, there is no image of blushing. If it weren't for the high ratings of this variety show, and the fixed schedule arranged by the company, she would definitely not jump around like a monkey here.

She didn't eat breakfast, she was very hungry for a while, and she felt nothing after she was hungry. But strenuous exercise on an empty stomach can make people anemic. She feels that stars are rising in front of her all day, and she feels very vomiting. For a few moments, she thought that she was about to vomit on the track.

When the recording finally ended at night, Zhu Qinghuan was almost climbed into the nanny car by his assistant.

"Where to send you back?" Xiaoye looked at Zhu Qinghuan distressedly.

Zhu Qinghuan reported the Mei's address weakly.

"You changed place to live?" Xiaoye was a little surprised, "could it be that the paparazzi found your previous address?"

"No," Zhu Qinghuan was still sweating on his forehead, "I will go to my father-in-law's house."

She just uttered the three words "My father-in-law" naturally, as if she had become accustomed to the existence of this marriage and assumed that Nanyang was her decent wife. Zhu Qinghuan was in a daze when he realized this, and after the trance, he felt like slapped herself.

Xiaoye's expression was as expected. Zhu Qinghuan was taken by the wealthy. This is no longer a secret in the circle, and it is almost piercing the window paper of the public: "I have heard the boss say, you want Married to the daughter of Mei Zhongli, the city’s richest man. The boss and Mr. Mei have a good relationship. He doesn't mind you getting married during the rising season."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan said nothing.

"How about, when will you bring your daughter-in-law to the set and let us have a look?" Xiaoye said with a gossip, "Do you look good?"

Zhu Qinghuan didn't smile for a while, and deliberately teased Xiaoye: "It's ugly."

Xiaoye immediately changed a sympathetic face. What a pity, I wish I was so beautiful, I actually want to marry an ugly monster. However, wealthy people generally do not look good, and it is normal that money and beauty cannot be combined.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and Zhu Qinghuan could be regarded as returning to the Mei's villa.

She supported her sore waist, drooped her eyelids, and resisted the urge to vomit in her stomach, just wanting to go back to bed and sleep. But when I walked in, I saw a light on in the living room. Nanyang fell asleep leaning on the sofa, half of his face was covered by her long black hair, and she was still holding a spread cookbook in her hand.

Zhu Qinghuan wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, and went directly to his room. But when she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped again and turned to look at Nan Yang on the sofa.

Sleep like this will make you sick.

She looked at the recipe in her hand, the kitchen where the lights were on but no one was far away, and the cooking pot on the stove.

Did you cook something?

Could it be cooked all day?

The fingers on the handrails of the stairs tightened and picked up the patent leather.

She laughed at herself, laughed at her hesitation at the moment, and then turned upstairs.

Only stepped up three steps.

She couldn't help but stop again, and sighed heavily, not knowing why, her conscience hurt. After a short pause, she turned and walked down the three steps, came to the side of the sofa, and patted Nanyang on the shoulder with her fingertips: "Hey."

Nanyang slept very lightly and woke up immediately after being photographed. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Zhu Qinghuan, with a lazy hoarse voice in her voice: "You are back."

For some reason, Zhu Qinghuan felt that Nanyang's voice at this time was better than Xiashan's soft southern tone.

"Yeah." Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip vigorously, and then looked at the illuminated kitchen.

Nanyang noticed that she was looking at the kitchen and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"I……"

She is not hungry, not only is she not hungry, she also wants to vomit.

Nanyang said, "There is a little boiled cabbage in the pot. I just made it. Would you like to eat something? It should be marinated with salt and sugar before cooking. It should be delicious."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan opened his mouth, trying to say something.

Nan Yang looked at her with soft water in his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay...you...go hot."

Nanyang smiled extremely shallowly and went to the kitchen. Zhu Qinghuan was paralyzed on the sofa, motionless, and it was a bit of a headache to think of stuffing that tasteless crude fiber into his mouth for a while.

Before long, Nanyang brought out a bowl of simple boiled cabbage. She put the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table and pushed them in front of Zhu Qinghuan. The cabbage in the bowl looked very good, and it was steaming with crystal clear heat.

Zhu Qinghuan sighed silently, dragged his weak arm to hold the bowl, and put a chopstick and cabbage into his mouth.

The moment the cabbage touched her tongue, her face turned green with a single brush.

Boiled cabbage has always been unpalatable, she has this mental preparation. But she didn't expect that Nanyang could make it unpalatable to the next level. She was sure that Nanyang had put too much salt and sugar in it, otherwise the cabbage could not be bitter, fishy, ​​salty and sweet.

"Isn't it delicious?" Nan Yang noticed Zhu Qinghuan's trembling eyelashes.

"..."

Zhu Qinghuan didn't say a word, just lowered his head and wrinkled his eyebrows into a lump, and gobbled the cabbage into his mouth. It was too bad, so bad that she didn't dare to chew it with her teeth. If her stomach is alive, she must jump up and curse at this time: Why didn't the brother above process this thing and throw it away?

Zhu Qinghuan finished a whole bowl of cabbage, put the chopsticks on the table, and immediately got upstairs.

Nan Yang may have tasted the sweetness of Zhu Qinghuan’s compromise, or maybe he thought they had a further possibility, so he stopped her in an inch, "Would you like breakfast tomorrow?"

Zhu Qinghuan stopped on the stairs. When she turned around, her face was a little ugly, but her tone was still soft: "I have said it many times. Don't waste time on me. It's really not worth it. I won't like you. ."

After speaking, she turned around and went upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, Zhu Qinghuan threw the phone on the bed, and suddenly there was a sudden upset from his stomach.

She finally couldn't help the irritation of the smell of vegetables. She covered her mouth and ran to the toilet. She started to vomit when she held the toilet. All the things she had eaten in her belly just now were vomited out. Vomiting is no longer something her consciousness can control, it is an instinctive reaction that threatens her health.

After vomiting, she knelt down weakly and slumped on the edge of the toilet, thinking dazedly, if only she could vomit her hypocritical compassion into the sewer.