I Woke up to Find I Have a Child

I packed my mood, found the cosmetic bag to make up, and after taking a deep breath, Jiang Lingyu was mentally prepared.

She solemnly opened the door and decided to meet Han Feixu with the most elegant face. Although she was brokenhearted again, she didn't want the person she liked and the rival to look down upon.

He came to the backstage with his head held high, and as a result, Han Feixu and Ye Mingxin were not there.

...

Ye Mingxin went to touch up makeup, while Han Feixu went to the bathroom.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Han Feixu washed her hands with her head hanging down, and came out of the ladies’ bathroom by herself. Han Feixu didn’t care much. After washing her hands, she turned around and drew some absorbent papers. Ready to go.

But this turn around, she was stunned.

Realizing that the people around her were staring straight at her, the other party gently shook her hand to get rid of the excess water droplets. She took out a handkerchief from the light brown cotton and linen plain clothes pocket and wiped her hands. While looking at Han Feixu, "What?"

Han Feixu finally reacted, but she didn't know how to answer. She stood for a while at a loss, and finally put her hands together and bowed to the other party, "Hello Master."

Nan Zhihan: "..."

Nan Zhihan's dress is very simple, there is no pattern on her clothes, just plain clothes. There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging on her right hand. The beads look like wooden, but the surface is very smooth, reflecting thick under the light. The light, at first glance, was tortured for a long time.

But this is not the reason why Han Feixu called her master, the main reason is that Nan Zhihan is a bald head.

The bald head is the most test of the appearance of a person. Nan Zhihan's face is small and looks quite dusty, so Han Feixu took her for granted as a nun.

Nan Zhihan frowned and looked at her, "Han Feixu, what do you call me?"

Han Feixu was even more surprised, "Master, do you know me?"

Nan Zhihan: "..."

She approached Han Feixu a few steps and looked at her face carefully. After a while, she took two steps back and looked at her suspiciously, "You seem to have an accident. Is your brain broken?"

This time Han Feixu was shocked, "Master, you deserve to be a master, will you still meet?"

Yes, she will meet and she will beat others.

Later, Liang Zhu never came back after watching her go to the bathroom, and after a look, he saved the embarrassing scene here.

After Liang Zhu's introduction, Han Feixu knew that this was the author of her favorite suspense novel "Cold Wind Night". Nan Zhihan and Jiang Lingyan invited the famous writer to be her.

I heard that Han Feixu had exposed herself, and Nan Zhihan now firmly believes that her mind is wattless. Liang Zhu had no choice but to tell Nan Zhihan the truth, and then repeatedly begged her not to talk about it.

Nan Zhihan did not say anything but agreed, "It's not enough to put a finger on it."

More than an hour before the shooting started, Han Feixu looked at her excitedly and didn't want to let her go. She had liked "Cold Wind Night" for so many years, and now she finally saw the living author, and she had to ask about it.

Like Lianzhu Pao, he asked seven or eight questions about the plot of the character. Nan Zhihan couldn't stand it after only three. "Didn't you ask me all of these before!"

Han Feixu blinked and answered innocently, "But I forgot..."

Seeing Nan Zhihan's speechless expression, Han Feixu quickly changed the subject and began to get close to her, "Well, what is your identity?"

Nan Zhihan raised the Buddhist beads, "I am a Buddhist."

"Oh," Han Feixu nodded repeatedly, and she smiled and pointed to her hair, "I understand, you are called Liugenqingjing."

Nan Zhihan shook his head, "No, I shaved it to cool off because it was too hot."

Han Feixu: "..." You are still honest ==

They were talking outside, Ye Mingxin walked out of the dressing room and saw them sitting together, she also walked over, "What are you talking about."

Nan Zhihan: "Talk about my hair."

Ye Mingxin looked at her again, "Didn't you just grow a layer of slabs in winter? Why did you shave it again."

Nan Zhihan replied helplessly, "No way, it's still very hot this summer."

It's hot every summer, so you can just keep your head bald.

Ye Mingxin and Nan Zhihan knew each other because she had acted in the TV series "Cold Wind Night", but Han Feixu and Nan Zhihan did not have any intersection. When Ye Mingxin was filming "Cold Wind Night", she was still abroad, then she was in Where do you know Nan Zhihan?

Thinking of this, she asked, and Nan Zhihan replied unpredictably: "If people are predestined, everything is predestined, and if they are predestined, they will meet each other naturally."

At first hearing this sentence, it was quite unclear, but thinking about it carefully, she didn't answer her question at all. Han Feixu was stunned and chose to ask for help off the court.

She looked at Ye Mingxin, "What does this mean?"

Ye Mingxin replied: "Meaning, she doesn't remember anymore, so she covered you with this kind of chariot talk."

Han Feixu: "..."

Nan Zhihan: See through, don't talk through, dear.

After a cough, Nan Zhihan looked at Han Feixu, his amber eyes seemed to be transparent, "Since there is a fate, I will give you a divination, as a reunion gift."

Han Feixu opened his eyes wide and didn't say a word for a long time. He recalled the first time she saw Han Feixu that year and she said that she was going to fortune her. Nan Zhihan had a black line on her face, "I am not a **** stick! "

She looked at Ye Mingxin again, and the latter nodded, "She really isn't. God sticks all charge money, she doesn't."

Han Feixu was relieved, "Oh, that counts."

...

Nan Zhihan felt that she had just opened this mouth, and she was silent for a long time. She asked, "What do you want to be?"

Han Feixu thought for a while, "You count what I ate last night."

There was a strange noise in Nan Zhihan's throat, which seemed to be a laugh or a cold snort. With a light cough, she shook her head, "People are really not easy to change."

Han Feixu was confused, "What do you mean?"

Nan Zhihan raised his eyes and looked at her amusedly, "The first time I gave you the fortune, you said this too, and you didn't trust me too much."

Han Feixu is an atheist, how much he can trust someone who wants to fortune her. She lowered her head and squeezed the fingertips of her other hand. After a few seconds, Nan Zhihan began to declare the name of the dish, "A plate of Cobb salad with Thousand Island sauce, and a spicy chicken drumstick. A box of French fries, a box of McLean chicken nuggets, a cup of Coke you wanted to buy, but the last thought has been an exception. It is better to break it more thoroughly, so I bought Coca-Cola."

Touching her bald head, she added, "Oh, there is another crispy cone."

Damn it.

Ye Mingxin looked at Han Feixu speechlessly: "Didn’t you say you want to lose weight? You eat so many high-calorie foods at night, and they all come from Golden Arches. Wait, you ordered the Golden Arch’s takeaway yesterday? Who will get it? of?"

Is the Golden Arch still the focus now? The point is how did she know? !

Han Feixu almost stared out of his eyes, Nan Zhihan touched his bald head triumphantly, "Look, I am not a magic stick, I have real talents, otherwise you think why my books are so popular? It’s because I have calculated before writing, what will be hot and what will not be."

Han Feixu was instantly excited, "Master! I knew I was right, you are really a master! Then you can help me calculate, can I still develop a second time?!"

Ye Mingxin: "..."

Nan Zhihan: "..." You are already plump like this, and you want to grow. Is it possible that you want to grow into 36D? !

Nan Zhihan silently swallowed a mouthful of blood, and replied coldly, "I can tell you this without counting, no."

Han Feixu has no obsession with her figure, but she has an obsession with her height. She is one centimeter shorter than Ye Mingxin, just one centimeter!

She always felt that she was no match for Ye Mingxin, that was, she was compared in terms of height. If she could grow taller, Ye Mingxin would definitely be suppressed by her aura.

Daydreaming is still necessary, maybe someday God will be blind.

Nan Zhihan knocked on the table: "Change to be realistic."

"That..." Han Feixu looked around and found no one was watching them. She leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Can I win the championship?"

Nan Zhihan looked down for a while, then looked at her again, "No."

Han Feixu was stunned, Ye Mingxin's expression was also a bit stunned, someone called her in the distance, Nan Zhihan stood up, "I'll go first, and talk later."

Looking at the back of Nan Zhihan leaving, neither of them knew what to say. Ye Mingxin had known Nan Zhihan for a longer time and knew her this very strange and enviable scarce skill better. She just sat there just now. In the sitting position, facing Han Feixu, she could see Han Feixu's slightly sinking expression.

She pondered, "Xiaoxu..."

Without waiting for her to finish the rest, Han Feixu patted the table, "What a master, it's a magic stick! I don't believe in this because I write novels. I am an atheist, huh, I want to win a championship. Show her!"

After that, Han Fei got up angrily and went to find Liang Zhu to shoot the script.