In the afternoon, the sponsor dress that Xiaoye said was delivered. It just happened that there was no announcement today. Zhu Qinghuan held the two big boxes and stood at the door of Nanyang's bedroom, hesitating, not knowing whether to knock on the door or not.
Nanyang sat on the windowsill reading a book, she listened to the footsteps swaying outside the door, and did not take the initiative to open the door. She gave Qing Huan the choice of meeting. When Qing Huan was ready to see her, she would open the door. If Qing Huan didn't want to see her after thinking about it, she would not bother.
It's just that the book in his hand hasn't turned a page for a long time.
The door was finally knocked. Nanyang hooked his lips in relief, put down the book and came to the door, opening the door for Qing Huan.
Zhu Qinghuan held the dress box, pondered for a moment, and said, "I heard Xiaoye say, you promised to attend that charity dinner?"
Nanyang hummed.
"You have to be prepared, now that the heat of our marriage news is still high, once you show your face, your life will definitely not be peaceful in the future," Zhu Qinghuan said, her charming eyebrows and eyes were warm and soft, "you have to wear it as soon as you go out. Sunglasses, it's impossible to go to the mall or restaurant openly, someone will stare at you and even harass you when you go out, do you really think about it?"
Nanyang looked at the dress box in her arms and smiled very lightly: "I'll stay at home since then."
"Don't go out for the rest of your life?" Zhu Qinghuan was helpless.
Nanyang was silent for a moment, then whispered: "As long as you can go home, I will stay at home for the rest of my life, what can't I do?"
Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.
lifetime
She smiled immediately, and see, the "lifetime" in the rich people's life is so easy to make a promise to a person who has only known each other for a long time. It's so nice to say, if other women heard this, they would probably be deceived into tears.
"Want to try on clothes?" Nanyang interrupted her thoughts.
Zhu Qinghuan restrained her emotions and nodded: "Well, the dress from the sponsor."
"Come and try in my room or in yours?"
"… It will be all right."
"Then come in."
Zhu Qinghuan walked in with Nanyang in a daze, never thinking that they could try it in their own rooms.
The box was opened, and inside were two couple-style red long dresses, no other color, pure red, simple tailoring, and well-designed stitching, which matched Zhu Qinghuan's glamorous face. Her temperament is tailored. It's a pity that the sponsor never met Nanyang and gave her the same red dress. If the designer saw Nanyang as cold as snow with his own eyes, he would have wanted to put this red dress in the dye vat and turn it into white immediately.
Nanyang usually only wears white shirts, she doesn't wear white T-shirts, she only wears shirts, and the color of the shirts is at best the difference between snow white, tea white, moon white and pale. If she needs to wear a coat or down jacket, it must be white. It doesn't matter what white is, except for pants. Zhu Qinghuan was worried that she would not be able to accept the dress, "Why don't I let them change..."
"Why do you want to change?" Nan Yang bent down and touched the soft fabric in the box with his fingertips. There was no expression on his face, "Do you think I will look bad when I wear it?"
"No..." Zhu Qinghuan pursed her lips, "You can accept it."
"acceptable."
Nanyang looked at the dress for a while, then suddenly straightened up and began to take off his clothes quietly.
She lowered her eyes, her face as usual, and her slender fingers unbuttoned the white shirt one by one, revealing the white underwear inside. She is very thin, her skin is cold white, the kind of delicate color that can only be cultivated without sunlight all year round, but there are many long scars on such delicate skin, which looks like some sharp tool. After taking off her shirt, she began to take off her trousers. As soon as the zipper of the black tights was opened, her flat and tight belly was exposed. The sunlight outside the window slanted over, outlining the beautiful outline of the "chuan" abdominal muscles. A thin, soft fluff on the skin.
A good-looking body must be exercised regularly, and every protruding skeletal texture is so perfect.
It is really rare that a thirty-five-year-old body can be maintained like this.
Zhu Qinghuan hadn't reacted yet, she was staring closely at a woman's every move of changing clothes, watching her take off herself little by little until only her underwear was left, she didn't seem to realize that this was a very unpleasant thing. a matter of courtesy.
The dress is a tube top style. Nanyang's fingers are on the buttons of his underwear. He is about to unbutton it, but after a pause, he turns his head to look at Zhu Qinghuan: "Should I take it off?"
Zhu Qinghuan snapped back to his senses, quickly retracted his gaze, and said in a hurry, "You... you don't need to, I'll let them deliver invisible underwear for dresses tomorrow."
Why did she stay here to watch Nanyang change clothes
How could something so intimate and ** happen between them
Zhu Qinghuan picked up her dress box and walked straight out the door regardless of what Nanyang was doing. Her mind was in a mess, and she even forgot that at the moment when she opened the door, someone might see Nanyang without clothes from outside, so she just left. Fortunately, when I left, I remembered to close the door.
Nanyang watched her leave suddenly, and the movement of holding the dress stopped.
Qinghuan is... shy
When she left, there seemed to be a little redness in her ears.
After a long time, Nanyang smiled lightly, lowered his head, and gently stroked his shoulder blades, collarbone, and lower abdomen with his fingers.
She didn't know how many times she had kissed these places, but now, she would be shy just looking at them.
Nanyang's fingers slowly moved up again, and when he moved to the position of the heart on the left chest, the emotion in his eyes suddenly froze, and then gradually cooled down and condensed into ice.
His fingertips moved slightly, and tremblingly touched a scar there.
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It's time for the dinner party.
During the day, Zhu Qinghuan went to catch two more announcements, and Xiaoye followed her around, and in the afternoon, she sent her home in a hurry. She almost returned to the room, changed her dress and put on makeup, and then came out immediately. .
Nanyang had already changed into her dress and waited for her in the living room ahead of time.
When Zhu Qinghuan went downstairs, he saw Nan Yang in a red dress, and was lost for a moment.
It is very strange that even if this woman wears red, she still feels that she is cold, unearthly, a handful of snow wrapped in flames. The extreme contrast brought about by people and clothes made her look more mysterious and charming, making people unconsciously want to get closer to her, to see the cold white skin on her neck and shoulders, to see her pursed lips, on her lower lip The stained spot was wet with water. It seems that only by looking at her in this way can she be sure that she is a real woman.
So lovely. It's good to see that Zhu Qinghuan doesn't really want to take Nanyang out.
She didn't know what kind of psychology she was, and she couldn't figure it out herself.
Maybe people will instinctively have exclusive thoughts about things that are too beautiful.
She didn't have time to stay for too long, and Xiaoye's WeChat buzzed non-stop. Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly walked to the door and called Nanyang: "Let's go, hurry up, it's too late."
Nanyang followed her without saying a word.
The two got into Xiaoye's nanny car parked at the door. Xiaoye turned his head from the driver's seat and saw Nan Yang who was closing the door. He was startled: "Which artist are you? Why are you at Zhuzhu's house?"
Nanyang lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I'm not an artist."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Xiaoye recognized her voice. Nanyang had been calling herself two days ago, telling Zhu Zhu something. Xiaoye's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit three eggs, and the two words Zhu Qinghuan said to him that day echoed back and forth in his mind—
"Ugly."
She was wrong. It turns out that looks and money can really exist at the same time.
"Boss Nan, Nan, Nan, I..." Xiaoye couldn't restrain the smile on his face with excitement, "I didn't expect that you... You... It's an honor to meet you, you are so beautiful! I really didn't expect... "
"Xiaoye, drive, you're going to be late." Zhu Qinghuan reminded Xiaoye thoughtfully that they were going to be late.
Xiaoye glared at Zhu Qinghuan, as if she was complaining that she was talking about Nanyang's appearance outside and spreading bad remarks.
"I wish you good luck, I'm serious," Xiaoye started the engine, "I think the fans you got out of the pit are going to come back soon. As long as the photos of you two are posted on Weibo, the group of women who used to call your wife Fans, I would love to become your rival in love."
"Really?" Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile, "then they have become my rivals, wouldn't they make me even worse?"
Xiao Ye opened his mouth, speechless.
Nanyang didn't speak, just stared at Zhu Qinghuan closely, noticing the tired bloodshot eyes in her eyes.
Tired of working all day.
"Sleep for a while." Nan Yang said suddenly.
"I'm fine, I'm not very sleepy." Zhu Qinghuan forced a smile.
Whether she is sleepy or not, Nanyang knows better than herself. In the past few years, they have been facing each other for more than ten years, and with just one look or the ups and downs of the corner of her lips, she can know what she is thinking at the moment.
When Qinghuan is sleepy, the whole person will become a little stunned, but she also likes to be brave. Once, when she poured sugar into Nanyang's milk, her eyes were as dull as a dead person's. Nanyang said, go to bed for a while, I don't have to drink milk, she shook her head with difficulty and said, I'm not sleepy, master must drink milk before going to bed. And then two seconds after she finished saying this, her head fell and slammed into the milk bowl. Nanyang hurriedly fished her face out of the milk, and when she fished it out, she was still awake.
Zhu Qinghuan supported her distressed eyelids and glanced at Nanyang: "...Are you wearing no makeup?"
Nanyang really did not wear makeup. She doesn't need to be transformed, every bit of that face is just right, and there is no need for decoration.
"I don't know how to put on makeup." Nan Yang replied.
Xiaoye interjected: "Anyway, I'm going to be in the mirror in a while, why don't Boss Nan still put on a lipstick?"
Zhu Qinghuan looked up at her: "Do you want it? I have it in my bag."
Nanyang was silent for a moment and said, "If you want me to paint, I will paint."
"Then let's put it on." After a while, the female stars who were present must have put on lipstick. If Nanyang didn't put it on by himself, he would still be somewhat pale.
"I can't paint, you help me."
Nanyang said lightly.
She really can't. She has never even touched this kind of thing. If she came by herself, her shaking hands would be smeared in blood.
"… All right."
Zhu Qinghuan agreed gently, she took out her cosmetic bag and let Nanyang choose the color, and Nanyang let her choose. So she picked a Dior color number 740, which is a cold maple leaf color, with a warm brown orange in the dark red, which is the same color as their skirt.
Zhu Qinghuan twisted out a little lipstick, turned sideways, and helped Nanyang apply lipstick with her sleepy eyes.
She was so sleepy that when she lowered her eyes and stared at Nanyang's lips, she was basically closed.
Nanyang looked at her sleepy appearance, and couldn't speak, after all, the sticky lip gloss was still on her mouth. Seeing that the open part of Zhu Qinghuan's eyes was getting smaller and smaller, finally, the hand holding the lipstick fell. Hanging down together, and her heavy head.
Nanyang immediately raised his right hand and caught her face.
It really "received" the "face", the soft cheeks were tightly pressed against Nanyang's cold palm, the weight of the whole head was handed over to Nanyang's hand, and the soft flesh on the side of the face squeezed cutely, Lips were squeezed a little bit.
When her hand was down, lipstick was drawn out on the corner of Nanyang's mouth.
Nanyang didn't mind her face getting dirty, she just quietly looked at Qinghuan sleeping in her palm, not for a moment, not blinking.
After a long while, the corners of her lips finally couldn't help but slowly hook up.
This was the first time she had such a gentle smile on her face when there were outsiders.
Why is he still a child who sleeps when he says sleep
Xiaoye secretly looked back in the rearview mirror, and she saw that Nanyang was holding Qinghuan's small face like that, and she didn't move steadily, as if there was only Qinghuan in her eyes. Nanyang looked at the person in his palm with a smile, raised his other hand, and gently wiped the lipstick from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, as if he was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Leaflet found this action inexplicably sexy.
The car drove for an hour, and Nanyang held it for an hour.
For an entire hour, without moving.
Xiaoye still maintained a calm expression on his face, and his heart had already exploded.
An hour! Does your hand not hurt? ! How can there be such a gentle person in the world! ! !