"Huan'er, thank you." He said so.
Nie Changhuan was hugged by him just now, but she felt a little wronged. When he said this, she couldn't help crying.
She sniffed lightly, and Fu Xingye immediately let go of her halfway, and carefully and distressedly wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Nie Changhuan was stared at by his eyes that seemed to be able to suck people in. A little embarrassed and cramped, Nie Changhuan turned his face slightly to look at the ground, and said, "Thank me for what?"
"I thought that when you found out about Fu Chucheng, you would never want me again, and would never take care of me again. But you didn't cut off the possibility between me and you because of this, and you were willing to go downstairs with me and give I have a chance..." At this point, Fu Xingye choked slightly, he lowered his eyes, held Nie Changhuan's face, tilted his head slightly and kissed her lips gently.
Nie Changhuan’s eyelashes trembled, but she didn’t want this thing to be taken over because of this kiss. She must have made it clear, so she turned her body sideways again, and raised her hand to push him away while holding her face. .
When she was doing these actions, she asked him: "So what do you plan to do next?"
Fu Xingye was silent for a while: "I will find Chu Yan as soon as possible."
"How long is it as soon as possible?" After asking this sentence, Nie Changhuan became inexplicably angry, "What if you never find it? Do you want to raise Fu Chucheng for the rest of your life?"
"No!" Fu Xingye was a little worried.
Nie Changhuan looked at him anxiously, but his heart became even more upset: "Look, you have thought about this possibility, right? You are also afraid that you will never find her. The reason why you are afraid is because you are very afraid. Clearly, if this is the result, you will have to take care of Fu Chucheng for the rest of your life."
Fu Xingye's heart kept sinking, but he couldn't refute it. He was silent again.
His silence made Nie Changhuan hope for a moment, and suddenly became tired: "Since you have no solution, you should not come to me today. If you come to me today, you want to know my attitude towards the relationship between you and me. Then I think I have already given you a clear answer."
Nie Changhuan paused for a long time, and finally she said softly: "Fu Xingye, the next step is to see what you do. But you must remember that I will not wait for you forever if I make peace."
"I know that I force you to give up a child who is just over a year old like this. It is selfish and vicious, but Fu Xingye..." Nie Changhuan raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, "But Fu Xingye, as long as Fu Chucheng’s problems are not resolved, There will always be a ditch between you and me. The longer the time, the more stale the ditch will be, and it will emit a stench that is unbearable for you and me."
"More importantly, if your father’s love is incomplete, I would rather not. Even if your incomplete father’s love is as great as a mountain, it is broken, so it will have sharp points and horns. How many times have these sharp horns stabbed and knocked?"
After speaking, Nie Changhuan raised his eyes to look at Fu Xingye and said the last sentence: "I saw you holding Fu Xingye outside the villa that day. I made up my mind to choose to escape from you and end all possibilities like before. But then I thought, you I am not young anymore. If I really decide to be together again, then it is necessary to support each other, understand and tolerate each other. Therefore, I will give you one month."
When the words fell, Nie Changhuan turned and walked back.
Fu Xingye chased for a few steps: "Huan'er!"
Nie Changhuan took a deep breath and turned to look at him.
Fu Xingye walked up slowly, he bent down and gently held her hands, and cherished him and kissed him on his lips: "A month is too long, I will give you an explanation as soon as possible. When dealing with these things, don't cry secretly, okay?"
As soon as he said, Nie Changhuan immediately remembered the tears that he had been unable to sleep over the past two days and couldn't help feeling aggrieved and tired, and suddenly couldn't help but want to shed tears.
"Huan'er..." Fu Xingye's voice quivered, "I am sorry for you. Whether it was seven years ago or now, I owe you. When I solve this matter, I will compensate you. I can raise Zheng'er as much as I can. I promise, you believe me."
She has been single for seven years, and now Nie Changhuan is 27 years old. She feels that she has passed the time when she values love and believes in promises, but at this moment she looked at Fu Xingye’s sincere eyes and listened to every word he solemnly and carefully. I can't help but feel heartbeat and moving.
She said at the end: "Okay, I believe you."
But Fu Xingye, this is really the last time. If you are letting me down, I don't have the courage to use it on you again.
…
In the next half month, Fu Xingye did not contact Nie Changhuan, nor did Nie Changhuan actively contact Fu Xingye. He acted calmly, but was busy with his work wholeheartedly.
After I went to the studio to take photos last time, the magazine announced her shooting process on the official account. Because the magazine is famous and the official account has many fans, the trailer of Nie Changhuan's short ten-second trailer immediately came out. There was another fire, and the messages below were all praised.
One of the hot comments was that netizens suggested that Nie Changhuan should play the leading actress of a new drama that is about to start filming, and he was still commenting on the famous director of the drama that Aite finally played.
Probably because there were too many replies to this comment, the director also specifically replied, to the effect of expressing regret, and that the next part of the play will definitely contact Nie Changhuan personally.
Because of the director’s reply, Nie Changhuan’s online discussion has set off a new wave of enthusiasm. Many netizens even cut Nie Changhuan’s footage into some of the more well-known classic film and television dramas before. Harmony, even far beyond the heroine of the original drama. The saying that appearance is justice is vividly reflected in Nie Changhuan's incident this time.
Sha Rong knows business operations and hype well, and he knows how to take advantage of the trend. So Nie Changhuan has been popular online for a week or two with a short video of more than ten seconds, and the popularity is still high.
Because of this enthusiasm, many self-media and entertainment companies have contacted Nie Changhuan again, and many large companies have also given quite attractive signing conditions, but Sha Rong refused one by one. After all, it is true that he wants to make money, but I don't want to waste Nie Changhuan's talent.
But in the end, Sha Rong agreed to two TV stations' invitations for two programs. One TV station invited Nie Changhuan to be a judge of a poem program, and the other TV station invited Nie Changhuan to be one of the famous historical paintings. Guests.
On this day, Nie Changhuan was sitting in the dressing room and couldn't help taking out his mobile phone from his bag to check it.
The time Fu Xingye promised himself has long passed.
And the one month period given by Changhuan Nie, today is already the last day.
Fu Xingye didn't show up in front of her, didn't find a solution, didn't even contact her.
Nie Changhuan pulled his lips bitterly, and couldn't help but chuckle.
The makeup artist who was removing her makeup hurriedly stopped and asked her softly and respectfully: "Miss Nie, did I hurt you?"
"No." Nie Changhuan hurriedly smiled, but didn't have the strength to explain something to ease her heart.
The makeup artist took a close look at her look, guessed what was bothering her, and talked about one thing in general: "Miss Nie, the theme of this issue of our column is ending tonight. The group will have dinner with other groups. , I heard that our golden lord father is coming too, would you like to go with us to get together?"
Nie Changhuan actually didn't want to go, but he has been in the society for so many years, and there are some things that you can't want to do, so even if he is tired, Nie Changhuan smiled and said, "What time is it?"
The makeup artist hurriedly said: "Just six o'clock in the evening!"
Nie Changhuan pressed the screen of the phone and looked at the time. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. When she finished removing her makeup, she might not even have time to rest, and she was about to rush over.
So she didn't hesitate, and said, "I drove the car today. Come with me."
The makeup artist smiled openly: "Everyone says that Miss Nie is beautiful and good-tempered. It seems that everyone has sharp eyes! Thank you Miss Nie!"
Nie Changhuan is an important guest of the column team. For occasions like hers where a makeup artist can be taken by Nie Changhuan, there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future. Moreover, when Nie Changhuan appeared with her, people who didn't know would think that Nie Changhuan had a lot of friendship with her, and it was also a matter of face. In this circle, face is equal to the stepping stone of certain circles.
Nie Changhuan was a little absent-minded. After the makeup artist had finished removing her makeup, she led people directly to the dinner party, so that when she entered the dinner room, the makeup artist held her hand affectionately, and she didn't notice it.
Because Nie Changhuan was invited to be a judge at a young age, and with her face, almost everyone in the box knew her. As soon as she came in, many people stood up to greet her, and some of them were smiling and staring. Looked at her.
When Nie Changhuan was bending slightly to pay his respects, the makeup artist who had been holding her on her arm didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and gently tugged Nie Changhuan's arm.
Nie Changhuan was slightly taken aback, turning his head to look at her.
The makeup artist raised a bright smile and smiled at her.
Seeing her smile, Nie Changhuan understood her heart and turned to introduce to others: "This is my friend, she..."
Before Nie Changhuan could speak, the makeup artist let go of Nie Changhuan's hand and shook his grip on the male senior who was talking to Nie Changhuan, and said his name gently.
The middle-aged male executive with a protruding belly only paused for a second before squeezing the makeup artist's hand.
Nie Changhuan watched the makeup artist follow the high-level man all the way to the dining table, and finally sat down next to the high-level man, and smiled.
Although I have been used to such things, I still feel quite nauseous.
Nie Changhuan soon led the other two men to sit down in another vacant seat. If changed as usual, Nie Changhuan would not let herself sit between the two men, but she was especially impetuous tonight, and her thoughts were ups and downs. A messy meal is impossible to achieve. She looked at the makeup artist sitting at the other table. The makeup artist was holding a wine glass and feeding the wine to the mouth of the high-level man.
Nie Changhuan suddenly felt that after walking around for so many years, she was innocent and upright, and her life was not so good or decent. Why couldn't she indulge
Does the bottom line she sticks to make sense
Faintly, Nie Changhuan picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it without knowing who filled her up.
Drinking into his throat, his nose flushed, Nie Changhuan hurriedly lowered his head and covered his mouth and coughed a few times.
Seeing her doing this, a man next to her hesitated, one hand crossed her waist, and the other hand touched her back, with a mouth close to her ear and asked with extreme concern: "Miss Nie, are you okay?"
Nie Changhuan closed her eyes abruptly, but after two or three seconds, she still couldn't accept this. She smiled and said sorry to the man and stood up and said that she was going to the bathroom.
I didn't know that the man couldn't get rid of it, so he stood up and said that he was worried that such a big beauty would go out like this and would personally send her to the bathroom door.
When the other men on the table heard this, they all laughed. One of the middle-aged men shrugged and short eyebrows: "I don't know that kid's thoughts. You might even want to be with them directly. Miss Nie go to the toilet, right?"
Another man rushed: "Don't say what you want, you can ask the male colleagues present, which one doesn't want to? Miss Nie, Xiao Wang is not good in that aspect, would you consider me?"
His words were blatant, but they caused a new round of laughter. Among them were laughing loudly, many women, even the makeup artist at the table next door.
Nie Changhuan's brain swelled and did not answer. When he was about to walk outside, the box door was suddenly pushed open. A woman stepping on high heels came in and frowned and glanced in her eyes: "What are you talking about!? Mr. Gong is here!"
Everyone who made the show knew that Mr. Gong was the rumored father of the gold master, so the box immediately calmed down.
The woman with high heels immediately turned sideways to one side, but within a few seconds, a young man in a black sportswear with a peaked cap and his hands in the pockets of loose trousers walked in.
The brim of his peaked cap was pressed too low, everyone only saw his delicate silhouette and slightly warped lips, but Nie Changhuan suddenly woke up.
As he passed by his side, Nie Changhuan raised his hand and grabbed his arm.
The people in the box were agitated and suspicious. The high-heeled woman before was so scared that he rushed over to pull Nie Changhuan away.
Nie Changhuan let go first: "Chu Yuqiao, it's been a long time."
Sure enough, the man in the peaked cap moved for a while, then slowly raised his head.
Looking at each other, Nie Changhuan pinched his fingertips into his palm, and Chu Yuqiao raised his hand to take off his peaked cap, combing back his hair that was crushed by the hat, and grinning and said: "Xiao Huanhuan, long time no see, what a coincidence! Hey, Why are you standing, are you leaving? I just came here, don't you tell me a few more words to tell the past?"
Nie Changhuan just stared at him stubbornly, and had a lot of things to ask him, but with so many people in this box, Chu Yuqiao set out in this capacity, she always felt weird, so she held it back.
She watched Chu Yuqiao sit down where she had sat before, picked up the chopsticks she had used before, stuffed several chopsticks into her mouth, and started eating so intently regardless of the shocked eyes of others. A little in a daze: The last time she saw Chu Yuqiao, Chu Yuqiao stepped into her villa, but in a blink of an eye he disappeared.
Yesterday he seemed to be a shameless thief, but today he appeared in front of her, and he was again an investor and the father of the gold master whom everyone touted.
The world is really unspeakable.
However, what Nie Changhuan cares most about is not these, but Chu Yuqiao and Chu Yan are brothers and sisters, and now Chu Yuqiao suddenly appeared in front of him inexplicably, does it mean that Chu Yan is also in a certain place in Whale City now? Where is this corner
As long as Chu Yan can be found, the crux between her and Fu Xingye may be completely resolved.
So Nie Changhuan didn’t leave anymore, but walked back, learning Chu Yuqiao’s way, and took the seat of the man who had to send himself to the bathroom before, and called the waiter to remove the man’s bowl. Chopsticks, put on a new set of chopsticks.
The man was dumbfounded, but seeing that Nie Changhuan was so acquainted with the gold master's father, he dared to say anything, so he went to the next table to find the empty seat left after the individual had left.
Chu Yuqiao watched Nie Changhuan's series of operations, bowed his waist and laughed low for a long time. Finally, he smiled like his stomach hurts before he stopped.
He pointed at Nie Changhuan with his finger: "I haven't seen you in a year, you have finally grown and become what I like! Not bad, not bad!"
"Who wants you to like it?" Nie Changhuan pulled his lips. After looking at him with a smile, he used new chopsticks to pick up a chopsticks dish and stuffed it into his bowl. "Hurry up, don't you have a lot of things? waste time."
Chu Yuqiao shrugged, stopped talking, and concentrated on eating.
The other people in the box looked at the opportunity and wanted to come over to Chu Yuqiao to toast.
Chu Yuqiao leaned back in his chair, and asked with a smile while chewing on the things in his mouth: "Toast, do you deserve it too?"
"..." Nie Changhuan.
"… "other people.
Because of Chu Yuqiao's appearance, the whole meal that followed became more and more weird.
After finally getting through to the end of the game, Nie Changhuan poured some wine into the cup and respected Chu Yuqiao who was sitting next to him: "Are you full? If you are full, let's talk somewhere else?"
Chu Yuqiao put a large amount of chopsticks in his mouth and fed it into his mouth, chewing and chewing, as it was in the past, it seems that he hasn't had a good meal for a long time.
He just turned to Nie Changhuan with a mouthful like that, and said vaguely: "Okay, where do you want to talk?"
Nie Changhuan opened his mouth and was about to talk, when she suddenly remembered something. When she turned her eyes to look at it, the makeup artist who came in with her at the next table was long gone.
Nie Changhuan intuitively knew something was strange, but after thinking about it, he couldn't grasp the specific things, so he had to say to Chu Yuqiao, "Just outside the box."
Chu Yuqiao swallowed the unchewed vegetable, picked up the cap on his head and stood up, but when he stood up, he took another piece of cake on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. One hand passed a piece before beckoning to Nie Changhuan: "Go, let's find a quieter place to reminisce about the past."