"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned.
The host on the stage has already started the opening speech of the party, the lights in the hall are dimmed, and the light is given to the stage. The red eyes just now were hidden in the darkness, like an illusion.
"It's okay." Nanyang's flat voice came in his ears.
From the sound, it seems that there is nothing wrong. But Nanyang doesn't seem like a person with red eyes easily. What happened? Did something happen when you went to the toilet
After a while, Nan Yang took the initiative to speak: "Be mentally prepared, I just hugged a woman and may have been photographed."
Zhu Qinghuan was startled.
For some reason, her heart suddenly felt empty, and then she felt a faint pain.
What is she disappointed in
Shouldn't she have known long ago that rich people's liking is so casual? She would embrace other women unscrupulously whenever she was out of sight.
She was ready for the two to get married, but she didn't expect that they had just announced their marriage. This was the first time they had attended a public event together, so Nan Yang couldn't wait to find someone else. Is she really so eager? Eager to open the room after the dinner party, risking being discovered by reporters, having to chat with others at the scene of the dinner party
Soon, Nan Yang's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"It's a friend I haven't seen for a long time. I haven't seen her for a long time, so I hugged." Nanyang continued to say in a light voice, "Don't get me wrong, I can show you another day. I'm sorry, I should come first. I asked you."
When Zhu Qinghuan listened to her explanation, she was stunned for a moment, and the turbulent emotions just faded away slowly. After fading, I couldn't help laughing at myself in my heart.
People are just hugging their friends, and they are thinking about some messy things.
"You hug your friend and ask me what to do?" Zhu Qinghuan replied softly.
"Only with your permission can I hug someone else."
There was still no emotion in Nanyang's voice, but Zhu Qinghuan seemed to be able to pass through the darkness and hear the hidden loyalty inside.
"..." Zhu Qinghuan didn't look away, bit her teeth on her lower lip, her chin trembled slightly, "Why?"
Why is her "allowance" so important
Nanyang seemed to have heard a very idiotic question, "Huh?" for a moment, and then patiently gave the answer: "Because I am yours. Of course, if my arm is going to touch other people, it should pass by yours. agree."
Is she a person
Can she also have a person completely
Nanyang lowered his voice and continued: "If it is really photographed, I will try my best to suppress it. Sorry, I didn't expect to cause you trouble."
Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, with a soft voice: "Don't apologize to me, I'm not angry."
"Um."
Nanyang closed his mouth. She is not very fond of talking in public, and it is very rare to say so much at once this time.
Zhu Qinghuan quietly tilted her head to take a peek at Nanyang beside her while the surroundings were still sunk in darkness.
Nanyang sat neither near nor far from her, neither too distant nor too close, so she could see her desire to get closer and the respect she expressed to herself after suppressing her desire. Zhu Qinghuan's eyes fell on her slender and white neck and the greasy skin on her shoulders. Can't help thinking, when she is holding a person, will that person touch these places? Where would that person's hand be placed in Nanyang? The back of the neck? Or on the waist
What does it feel like to be held by Nanyang
The host on stage began to read each star's name and then the amount of their donation. One after another, the numbers full of the aroma of money echoed on the stage, and everyone was beaming and beaming, as if everyone had really carried out a perfect redemption, as if these numbers could be implemented into every poor family.
Nanyang listened carefully to the host's speech for a while, and whispered to Zhu Qinghuan in the interval, "It's almost your time. I donated a very high amount to you, higher than them all."
Zhu Qinghuan didn't speak, but the light on the stage reflected in her eyes, making her look a little softer.
Nanyang did donate a very nice number in her name. When the number was read out by the host, there was a soft "Huh" in the audience.
This gold master is really willing to throw money at this little flower.
Many people looked at Zhu Qinghuan with envious eyes. It's great to be married to a wealthy family. In this entertainment circle where capital speaks, the future will definitely be smooth. Maybe soon, it will develop from a small flower to a big flower. Even taking a few trophies to become a movie queen is not necessarily the case.
After the dinner is over, it's time for a group photo of the stars. Zhu Qinghuan knew that Nanyang definitely didn't like this kind of occasion, so he told her in advance to let her go to the toilet to avoid it.
As soon as Zhu Qinghuan came on stage, Xiong Xueer of ANT took her to the middle of ANT. Xiong Xueer asked her where Boss Nan went. Zhu Qinghuan excused herself and said she had left. Xiong Xueer looked disappointed and said that she wanted to see Boss Nan in person. Hearing Xiaojin and the others boasting that there is something in the sky and nothing on earth, they all listened to her heart. Itchy.
After the photo was taken, everyone went back to their respective houses, the field officials came up to pack up, and the reporters on both sides also withdrew.
Zhu Qinghuan sat at the table and sent Nanyang a WeChat message to ask her to come back.
When Nanyang came back, he happened to meet a group of people walking out, so he waited for a while, and then walked into the hall when there were fewer people. There were not many people left in the hall, only a few reporters who were still packing up their equipment.
Maybe she wasted a bit of time, and Zhu Qinghuan sat on the edge of the table and started to doze off again.
She pecked her head down one by one, just like the red sleepy duck on the Internet. She was really tired today, and her body didn't seem to be her own. Once she walked out of the camera, she relaxed and wanted to sleep when she said sleep.
Nanyang walked down the stage, stood in front of Zhu Qinghuan, didn't speak, just looked at her like that, with a little doting smile in his eyes. Zhu Qinghuan sat by the table with her head lowered, her eyes closed, naturally she didn't see Nanyang in front of her.
Finally, she fell asleep completely and fell down.
Nanyang opened the arms that he had prepared for a long time, let her fall into his arms, and firmly hugged her horizontally.
It seems that I have to tell the boss of Xiaotian Entertainment, and arrange a little work for Qing Huan, how tired it is. She looked really distressed.
Nanyang hugged her like this, all the way to Xiaoye's car. When he got to the villa, he took her out of the car and carried her all the way back to her room.
Without permission, Nanyang didn't dare to take off her clothes, so she could only unzip the zipper on the back of her dress to make her chest more comfortable. Nanyang covered her with a quilt, tucked the quilt, looked at the makeup on her face, hesitated for a while, and went to the bathroom.
She searched for a long time on the washstand in the bathroom before she found the makeup remover in the pile of bottles. She took the bottle of makeup remover and carefully read the instructions behind it, found a pure cotton towel, poured a little of the makeup remover on it, and went back to Qinghuan's bed and squatted down. Carefully and gently, she wiped her eyebrows, cheekbones, cheeks, bridge of nose, and midriff with the soft cloth little by little, wiping every inch clean. After wiping, she took another soft towel, dipped it in water, and wiped it again for Qing Huan.
Qinghuan should do another set of skin care before going to bed at night. But Nanyang didn't know anything about this, so she sat by the bed, searched for a woman's daily skin care process, and learned it step by step. After she finished studying, she scoured the whole room to find all the toner, lotion, essence, and eye cream. Like a primary school student doing a problem, she spread all the skin care products on the bed, and picked them up according to the steps on the phone. Gently apply on the face.
Qing Huan, who was asleep, was very obedient, letting Nan Yang wipe her face clumsily without even wrinkling her eyebrows.
When Nanyang applied the last essence, he couldn't help but smile. She has never served others like this. Her identity has been honored since ancient times, and she has always been the only one who has been served. Even the original Qing Huan did not have time to be actively served by Nan Yang. Until Qing Huan died, Nan Yang was the one who was cared for by Qing Huan.
Almost all painted, Nan Yang's fingers also stopped on Qing Huan's chin. She stared at her lips with burning eyes, frowned slightly, and tried her best to suppress the desire in her heart.
Depressed, there is already pain in his eyes.
In the end, she still didn't go overboard, just grabbed the curls of her loose pillow, and gently kissed the soft end of her hair.
The first time it was born, the second time it was cooked, this time Nanyang no longer had red ears.
She was about to go back to her room to rest, and after a pause, she went to the kitchen downstairs to make a bowl of white porridge, and brought it to Qinghuan's bedside table.
What if you wake up at night hungry.
Zhu Qinghuan also slept soundly this night, completely unaware that she was being moved around, and slept until dawn.
After she woke up, she habitually opened Weibo to read various news, and by the way, to see if the photo of Nanyang hugging her friend was leaked yesterday.
Unexpectedly, she didn't see the photo of Nanyang hugging someone else, but instead saw the photo of Nanyang hugging her hanging on the top of the list. There are also three entries related to this photo on the hot search, and one of them has reached the top of the list.
Zhu Qinghuan opened her eyes in shock.
In the photo, the environment is half dark, and a silhouette of a woman hugging another woman. The person who took the photo should have temporarily turned on the device to take the photo. The pixels are very general, and only a rough outline can be seen. Although the photo is blurry, I can still see myself sleeping unconsciously, and Nanyang's good face. She looks like she's smiling in the photo, and she doesn't seem to be smiling. She held herself very carefully, as if she was afraid that a little harder her fingers would leave marks on the bend of her legs, and her curly hair was wrapped around Nanyang's arms, like seaweed entangled in a guqin.
Open comments.
I wish light smiles.
[Sea Guitarist: Ah, ah, it's too sweet! ! ! ! awsl! ! ! ! Did it get real? ? ? ? ? 】
[aysehj: Kneeling and begging such a gold master to fall in love with me, I can’t do it [kneel down] [kneel down] [kneel down] is beautiful and rich, and will it leave a way for ordinary people to live? [cry]]
[The Cube Devil from the Deep Sea: Kneeling and begging for the contact information of Boss Nan, is there a shortage of mistresses? The kind that has no face, no money and no temper [love] [love] [love]]
[Write about the unintentional chatting and laughing of the collapse every day: [cute] Don't rob me boss Nan, thank you [smile] [smile] [smile]]
[Authentic boiled fish pants: I beg the fairy sisters to make their debut together, I will be a fan [kneeling] [crying] [kiss] I want to see the likes of the two of them making a TV series together [like]]
[Snail Pie 123: This 35 years old? ? ? ? ? ? And so much hair? ? ? ? ? ? 】
Zhu Qinghuan saw that there was a hyperlink called "Nan Huan Nu'ai CP" in the comment, muttered a bit about this strange CP name, and clicked in.
She had never seen a few who wrote fanfiction for two people who were already married. Facts have proved that as long as the face value is enough, there are a large number of face value dogs who come to produce food.
I wish Qinghuan opened a fanfiction.
In the humanities, Nan Yang and her are childhood sweethearts since childhood. She has seen her most immature appearance and her most self-willed appearance. When she grows up, the two of them will be together naturally. She supports her to pursue her dreams, silently supports all her decisions, loves her, and protects her until they grow old.
At the end of the article, I also wrote a paragraph about their daily life as two little old ladies. Nanyang was drinking tea with an old enamel cup, and Qinghuan was interviewing in front of the mirror wearing a wig she just bought. They were betting each other to see who bought more shoes last year. Nanyang stubbornly ran to put out all the shoes of the two of them, counted them one by one, and found that he had lost after counting, so he angrily handed Qinghuan a piece of old Baba's fifty dollars, Let her play mahjong good afternoon.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at the words and caressed them with her fingertips, her eyes were broken and intertwined with desire and despair.
How wonderful it would be if such a feeling could be real.