After eating the porridge, Nanyang sent Qing Huan back to the room.
Qing Huan, who had eaten, looked much better, but still had a low fever. Nanyang took a wet towel for her and put it on her head, and then poured a basin of cold water on the stool beside the bed so that she could rinse the towel.
The capsule she had taken before had an effect, and she soon began to feel confused.
Nanyang bent down, touched her hair, and asked softly, "Do you want me to stay with you?"
She shook her head dimly.
"Okay, then call me if you feel uncomfortable, I can hear you."
The half-dazed eyes were completely closed.
Nanyang's fingertips rested on her hair, and only when she was tired could she touch her like this. Nanyang pursed his lips tightly, his eyes lingering on this familiar face. Such eyebrows, such eyes, she had kissed countless times, but now she even glanced at her, and she dared to stare for a while while she was asleep.
But it doesn't matter, she's already her wife, and they still have a long time left.
Nanyang grabbed the strand of curly hair that lay on the pillow, lowered his head, and kissed the soft end of his hair.
Yes, the hair ends.
She didn't dare to kiss her forehead, she didn't dare to kiss her cheek, and she didn't even dare to kiss the top of her hair, because Qing Huan would feel the kiss there. She is fortunate that there is no tactile nerve distributed in her hair, and she kisses the end of her hair, and only she will know the beauty of this moment.
After the kiss, she felt a little frivolous again, and her ears turned red.
She went back to her room, and instead of taking off her white shirt and changing into pajamas after washing, she sat on the corner of the bed and listened to the movement next door. She was afraid that Qinghuan would wake up again in the middle of the night.
That night, Nanyang sat there, motionless. She poured all the inner strength of her body into her ears, listening to the faint sound of sleeping breath, she lowered her eyes, and her eyes were filled with satisfaction from her heart.
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The next morning, Zhu Qinghuan woke up. She slept well last night, and her fever subsided when she woke up in the morning. She rubbed her dizzy head and went downstairs, wanting to pour herself a cup of hot water.
As soon as she entered the living room, she saw a bowl of white porridge on the dining table from a distance.
Zhu Qinghuan's head was stunned when he didn't wake up.
Did she really do it
Zhu Qinghuan picked up the kettle on the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking the water, she couldn't help but glance at the steaming bowl of porridge. Did Nanyang say last night that she would not put any more seasonings
Zhu Qinghuan licked his lips, walked over slowly, and glanced carefully at the contents of the bowl. It looks normal, neither thick nor thin. If you really just boil the rice and water together, it should be…
Would you like to try it
The first two dark dishes in Nanyang left her psychologically traumatized. This time, she basically picked up the spoon with an expression of resignation. She scooped up half a spoon. She cautiously stuck out the tip of her tongue and touched the few grains tentatively. Meter.
Really tasteless at all.
For the first time she felt that the lack of taste was also a perfect thing.
Zhu Qinghuan sat down at the table, dragged the bowl to him, and ate spoonful after spoonful. She noticed that there was a notebook next to the table, which Nanyang used to memorize how to make white porridge yesterday. She took it over and opened it.
Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help frowning.
This word is too ugly.
Crooked, like a worm crawling, she still wrote in traditional Chinese, which made it even more ugly. Everyone says that the words are like people, why is Nanyang's face not bad, and the words are so frantic? No matter how ugly an ordinary person writes, at least they can understand what they are writing. The word Nanyang, I am afraid no one can understand except herself.
The phone suddenly rang. Zhu Qinghuan swallowed the porridge and saw that it was Qi Yi's call, so he connected and turned on the speakerphone, so as not to delay eating.
"Wish Zhu, have you read Weibo?" Qi Yi seemed to be eating breakfast, and his words were slurred.
"Just woke up, what's wrong?"
"The marriage news between you and Boss Nan has been exposed, and it's on the hot search. It was 'boiled' half an hour ago, but now it's 'explosive'. Your square is in a mess now, and everyone knows the top stream Xiaohua Zhu Qinghuan married into a wealthy family at the age of twenty-four, you quickly look at your comment area, your fans are crying and scolding."
Zhu Qinghe sighed.
"Sooner or later, the certificate is received, and I can't cover it."
It’s normal for fans to cry for their father and mother. The company set up her girlfriend as a sloppy girl. The usual comment area is for my wife and wife to look at me. Now it must have become a large-scale lovelorn scene. After all, she is a traffic star, and announcing her relationship or marriage news will cause a large number of fans to turn off her fans and step back, and even the anti-black station will be lazier than usual. There is no way, before using the girlfriends to eat the dividends of the fan economy, once they get married, they will definitely be backlashed. And for a long time before, in order to support her, Mei Zhongli would throw money at her for her last hot search almost every two days. Hot search is good for increasing her popularity, but it will inevitably be disgusted by people and destroy part of it. Road popularity. She has always had a lot of black fans, and this is an opportunity to go wild and revel.
I would also like to know that this marriage news was exposed by Mei Zhongli and her company Xiaotian Entertainment. They never asked her about this kind of thing. Anyway, her account password was held by the company, and the company boss and Mei Zhong Li is an old friend again, so what can she control.
"I see you are scolding you in the square for marrying a thirty-five-year-old woman for money. They say people are old, fat, ugly, and have special hobbies, saying that you sacrifice your body for fame and fortune. Betrayed to an aunt," Qi Yi's chewing voice sounded a little louder, "So what does Boss Nan look like? Is he really a middle-aged aunt?"
The corners of Zhu Qinghuan's lips rose unconsciously, and her voice was thin: "No..."
"No?"
"She's pretty."
Zhu Qinghuan's index finger and thumb gently rubbed the handle of the spoon.
"I'm thirty-five years old. No matter how good I look, I can see where I'm going..."
At this time, the phone beeped again, indicating that there was a new incoming call. Zhu Qinghuan took a look, it was Xiao Ye, and he said to Qi Yi, "Xiao Yi, I'll take a work call."
"You take it, let's talk back."
After answering Xiaoye's call, the sound of gnawing instant noodles came from the receiver.
"Wish Zhu, you have seen the press release, it's about your marriage news. We did a wave of hot searches in the early hours of the night. You know, blacken the entry and put the blessing entry on top. You said it, but Boss Nan called us in advance and said you were sick, so don't disturb you yet."
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a while, pursed her lips, and after a while, she asked, "How did she know?"
"Maybe it's what Mr. Mei said. Mr. Mei wants to expose your marriage news, and he will definitely inform Boss Nan."
"..." Zhu Qinghuan was silent.
"Let me tell you a good thing. There will be a star dinner in Mingdu Building in two days. It's a charity theme. The scale is very large. The list of stars invited can be spread all over the room, and the sponsors are also in place. You bring Boss Nan to participate. Come on, you just announced the marriage news, the heat is just right, don't show your face, the less you show your face, the more black you know?"
"You can arrange these things." Zhu Qinghuan was noncommittal.
"Okay, just right, you and your Nan boss donate some money, and doing charity is a good opportunity to shut up the Internet trolls." There was another sound of gurgling drinking water from Xiaoye, "I will give the specific time and The location will be sent to you later, and I will send the clothes from the sponsor first, you two will try the size, don't go to the front and take out the basket."
"I see." Zhu Qinghuan hesitated for a while, but then asked, "Nanyang... is she really willing to appear in front of the media?"
Nanyang seems to love cleanliness very much. If she is exposed to the camera, her life is destined to become noisy. Zhu Qinghuan felt that she didn't seem like a person who likes to provoke right and wrong, and she should also understand that the entertainment industry is the most messed up.
"Yeah, Boss Nan himself called us and said that she would attend with you," Xiao Ye smiled, "I guess she saw those messages scolding you on Weibo, saying that you had a sugar daddy. A middle-aged aunt or something, she might come out to say something for you, who knows."
Zhu Qinghuan's fingernails grabbed the handle of the spoon, and her eyelashes trembled.