After Li Dong called for the intermission, Xiaoye immediately ran over with water to give Zhu Qinghuan a drink, and the makeup artist also came over to touch up her makeup. Zhu Qinghuan was holding the mineral water bottle, but she had no intention of drinking water at all. All she could think about was the back of Nanyang leaving with Zhao Dan.
"Zhu Zhu, why are you in a daze?" Xiaoye patted Zhu Qinghuan's hand holding the mineral water bottle.
Zhu Qinghuan suddenly shoved the water bottle into Xiaoye's hand, her brows and eyes seemed a little flustered:
"You, you take it first, I have something to do."
After she finished speaking, she picked up her skirt and hurried down the sacrificial altar. Except for Xiao Ye who called her twice, everyone else was busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed her.
She wants to go see Nanyang.
She wonders what she did with Zhao Dan.
Just like the last time she wanted to explore Nanyang's anger, she wanted to explore everything about Nanyang, and she couldn't help it. It's like the instinct of the body, she has no time to think about how despicable it is to stalk her, even if she herself hates others stalking her.
Zhu Qinghuan came to the corner of the city wall where they disappeared, quietly stood behind the corner and looked over there.
Zhao Dan talked about him in the middle of his eyes, and said some very suggestive words, even Zhu Qinghuan could hear the dirty meaning in her words. And Nanyang stood opposite her, didn't speak, didn't respond, just lowered his head and peeled off one after another of the boozy chocolate, and ate it madly.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at the chocolates in her hand, and her ears were a little hot.
This was given to herself by a fan when she came to visit the class. She doesn't have much obsession with sweets. Besides, she is an entertainer, so she can't avoid this kind of high-calorie food. She thought that Nanyang likes to eat sweets, so in the morning, while Nanyang was still sleeping, she quietly took ten of them and stuffed them into her down jacket pocket.
There are 60 chocolates in a box, and there are a total of 10 flavors of wine. She chose one for each flavor. The original intention was to let Nanyang taste all the flavors. But what she didn't expect was that Nanyang actually stood there, eating piece by piece without stopping, eating it all in one go.
It is best to avoid mixing alcohol with alcohol, as it is very easy to get intoxicated. Although there is not much alcohol in the boozy chocolate, it is still a bit scary to drink ten kinds of alcohol together.
Sure enough, as Nanyang ate one by one, her eyes and cheekbones were visibly covered with a layer of pink. Her consciousness seemed to be a little bit out of focus. She had already eaten the tenth pill, and she still drank it in her empty pocket for a long time. Finally, he took out a handful of air and stared at it for ten seconds.
"So boss Nan, are you willing?"
Zhao Dan finally asked this sentence with a face flushed with shame.
Nanyang frowned, and glanced at Zhao Dan, who was facing him.
That look was so confusing, Zhu Qinghuan was sure that she hadn't heard a word just now.
"You are noisy."
she said in disgust.
Nanyang's articulation is very characteristic. She pronounced the word "noisy" as if it sounded like "noisy", but after thinking about it, it seemed to be "ugly". In addition, Nanyang's articulation is a little vague at the moment, so it sounds like he is scolding each other for being loud and ugly.
Zhao Dan was stunned for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes, and ran away crying aggrieved.
Fortunately, she ran from the other side and didn't pass Zhu Qinghuan's side, otherwise the scene would have been better.
When Zhu Qinghuan saw her walking away, she slowly walked towards Nanyang. Nanyang shouldn't seem to be drunk. After all, she was still standing upright, but her eyes were no longer focused. Originally, it was only red around her eyes, but now her ears and neck are all red.
Nanyang saw Zhu Qinghuan walking to his side, closed his eyes, and grabbed Qinghuan's wrist.
"Send me back," her voice trembled a little, and she seemed to realize something, "I'm... drunk."
She can't be outside in a drunken state, it's indecent.
Nanyang's skin has always been cold, but at this moment, the palm covering his wrist has a scorching temperature. Zhu Qinghuan swallowed inexplicably, patted the back of Nanyang's hand with the other hand, and comforted: "Don't worry, I'll tell Xiaoye to take you back to the hotel."
"No, you send me..." Nan Yang narrowed his eyes, and water glittered in his eyes.
"I still want to shoot, and Xiaoye will send you back safely." Zhu Qinghuan said it again.
Nanyang shook his head and said stubbornly: "No, you send me... You must send me... "
Zhu Qinghuan is a person who is easily soft-hearted. Looking at Nanyang like this, he sighed. It seems that he can only take a leave of absence from the director temporarily. It's just a pity that after wearing the outfit for most of the day, I have to get off work before taking a few moves.
She took the drowsy Nanyang back to the set, and roughly explained it to the director. Li Dong originally wanted to refuse, but he glanced at Nan Yang, who was in really bad condition at this time, and didn't dare to offend the Mei Group, so he reluctantly agreed. Zhu Qinghuan asked Nan Yang to sit on the fishing chair first, and then went back to the dressing room to change clothes.
Half an hour later, when she came back, Nanyang was still sitting on the fishing chair in a daze. What did she look like when she left, and what did she look like when she came back.
"Is it better?"
Zhu Qinghuan walked up to her and wanted to reach out and touch her blushing face, but he held it in the air and didn't dare to touch it.
Nanyang didn't speak, but his eyes were still open.
"Come on, I'll take you back," she said softly.
Nanyang's body trembled, as if she had slept for a long time and suddenly woke up, she raised her hazy light brown eyes, and spit out a word between her lips and teeth:
"hand."
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a while, then even though she understood that she wanted to hold her by herself, her face was a little hot, but she nodded meekly and stretched out her hand.
Nanyang stretched out four slender fingers from the cuffs of the thick down jacket and pulled her gently.
Zhu Qinghuan pulled Nanyang and said goodbye to the other colleagues in the crew who were still working. Those people in the crew watched the scene of their affection and love, and their hearts were spitting sour bubbles.
The area of Zangzuo Film and Television City is relatively large, and the filming site of Shenwu is relatively inward. It takes a long distance to walk to the parking lot. Walking on the quaint streets, we shuttled through various shooting sites, here was the Warring States period, there was the Tang Dynasty, here was the parting of the princess and the general, and there were the arrests and robbers. They walked among them, It's like walking through many, many stories together and through many, many years.
On the way, they ran into Dan Jin and Jiang Yanran who were filming the new version of Yitian and Dragon Slayer. Jiang Yanran played Zhao Min, and Dan Jin played Zhou Zhiruo. It was time for a break. Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo were squatting together and eating a lunch box. Zhao Min was still putting vegetables in Zhou Zhiruo's lunch box, showing a strange harmony.
"Congratulations!" Jiang Yanran waved at her.
Dan Jin held up his mobile phone while eating, as if he was making a video with someone. Seeing Zhu Qinghuan, she smiled and pointed the camera of her mobile phone here, and said, "Chu Qiu, say hello to the beautiful sister."
After a long while, a milky voice came from the phone: "Not as beautiful as you."
Dan Jinchao Zhu Qinghuan smiled apologetically, and Zhu Qinghuan waved his hand, indicating that he was not at ease at all.
After greeting Danjin and Jiang Yanran, Zhu Qinghuan was about to pull Nanyang through here quickly so as not to delay the filming, but unexpectedly, he suddenly stopped pulling.
Nanyang stopped.
Zhu Qinghuan had to stop with her, and turned around, a little doubt in her gentle eyes: "What's wrong?"
Nanyang stared straight at a little brother who was playing the role of a hawker. To be precise, she was staring at the stack of candied haws that the little brother was holding in his hand.
She raised her hand and pointed at the bright red props: "I want to eat."
Zhu Qinghuan took her index finger, pressed it down, and whispered, "That's fake, you can't eat it."
Nanyang slowly turned his head, stared at Qing Huan, and repeated blankly, "I want to eat."
All right.
Looking at the situation, she won't leave if she can't eat it today.
"Go a little further, there's a cart selling real candied haws over there, I'll take you there to buy a bunch, okay?" Zhu Qinghuan coaxed softly.
Nanyang was silent for a long time, and finally nodded lightly.
So she pulled Nanyang, turned a few more intersections, and found the peddler who was pushing a cart to sell candied haws. There must be some background for hawkers to sell things in such a place. It is not uncommon to see celebrities every day.
"What do you want to buy?" The hawker held a stick in his mouth. "I'll give you a discount. My wife likes you. Your name is Zhuzhu, right?"
"Thank you for liking." Zhu Qinghuan thanked politely and asked Nanyang, "Look, which one do you want to eat?"
Nanyang silently looked at the various candied haws in the cart for a long time before sighing.
She wants to eat.
Zhu Qinghuan understood the meaning in her eyes. Of course, she couldn't buy all the candied haws, so she hurriedly grabbed Nanyang's mouth and chose a bunch of candied haws with bean paste for her, and asked the little brother to wrap them in kraft paper. in the bag.
"How much?"
"Thirty-one strings."
"Thirty?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned, "So expensive? It's only six yuan outside."
"You're a big star, you're still pitiful for this little money, and it was originally fifty, so I gave you a discount," the little brother snorted, "Be considerate, it's an attraction after all."
"… All right."
Although she is indeed a star and earns a lot, Zhu Qinghuan is still very frugal in her bones. In any case, unnecessary waste can be avoided. If it is kept at ordinary times, she will never pay 30 yuan to buy a string of candied haws.
"Here." She handed the candied gourd to Nanyang.
Nanyang took the candied gourd, and as expected, he was obedient, and ate it without saying a word.
Zhu Qinghuan pulled her out for a while, and was walking when the ancestor said again: "I don't eat black food."
"What?" Zhu Qinghuan turned her head and frowned.
Nanyang pointed to the piece of bean paste sandwiched between the hawthorn and said, "I won't eat this piece."
"You..." Zhu Qinghuan, such a good-natured person, suddenly had the urge to knock Nanyang unconscious. No wonder he had to let Xiaoye deliver it. If Xiaoye came, he would have to jump up and beat himself in the head tomorrow.
"Help me eat it." Nanyang finished, and shoved the string of bean paste candied haws into Qing Huan's hand.
Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, looking at the string of candied haws in his hand, he didn't understand what Nanyang meant.
Nanyang repeated it again: "You eat the black ones and leave the ones for me."
Zhu Qinghuan's face flushed all of a sudden.
How close does it have to be for one person to help nibble off a portion of the food with his mouth, leaving saliva on the surface of the food, and then let the other person eat it bit by bit
"Hurry up." Nanyang urged impatiently.
"You..." Zhu Qinghuan hesitated.
"hurry up."
She really won't leave if she can't eat, will she
never mind…
The less trouble, the better. Consume here again, and the paparazzi will notice it in a while.
Zhu Qinghuan let out a long sigh, blushed, and tentatively bit into the string of candied haws. It is a technical job to nibble off the bean paste sandwiched between the hawthorns. She had to use her teeth to crush the sugar coating, then stick out her tongue and carefully lick the bean paste out bit by bit. When a piece of bean paste was really licked out, basically the candied haws were full of saliva, and the sugar coating was broken into pieces.
How can you eat this? ?
Nanyang took it from her hand, took a bite without changing his face, wrapped it in his mouth, and chewed it generously.
Zhu Qinghuan felt that her entire body was burning with shame.
What kind of woman is this?
Her face was flushed, and she dragged Nanyang to the parking lot quickly, desperately trying to walk fast, she really didn't want anything to happen halfway.
Fortunately, Nanyang, who ate the candied gourd without bean paste, was satisfied, and there was no more moth.
But only before getting in the car.
It was supposed to be Xiaoye to drive, but there was still a lot of things in the studio that needed to be cleaned up, so Xiaoye didn't follow. Zhu Qinghuan helped Nanyang to the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.
When the car drove halfway, Zhu Qinghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Nan Yang, who was holding half a bunch of candied haws, suddenly stopped eating. She sat for a long time, her brows getting tighter and tighter, and her face getting redder and redder. After a while, there was a lot of sweat on her forehead.
No, it stands to reason that the wine should have dissipated.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Qinghuan distracted her while driving.
Nan Yang's expression seemed to be trying to hold back something, but his hands were out of control, and he suddenly wanted to go behind him.
When Zhu Qinghuan saw her like this, she was still puzzled, but suddenly she understood.
Mei Zhongli had told himself before that Nanyang had a minor illness called cholinergic urticaria. This is not a serious disease. It is mainly caused by heat, mental stress, and consumption of hot or alcoholic beverages. The body temperature rises, and the conscious itching, tingling or burning sensation usually occurs on the upper trunk and upper limbs. skin lesions. There is no need to treat this, as long as you keep your body cool and don't get hot.
Mei Zhongli insisted thousands of times not to let Nanyang get hot. The place where she used to live was very cold and could not stand the heat. Especially don't give her a drink and then heat her up, or it will be serious.
Oops, the heater in the car seems to be running too much.
"You... are you itchy?" Zhu Qinghuan asked tentatively.
Nanyang's neck was already red in a large area, she couldn't hold back a little, and she began to pant a little between her breaths.
"I'll drive faster, just bear with me."
Zhu Qinghuan opened the car window on the Nanyang side to let in the cold wind. With the cold wind blowing in, Nanyang's expression looked a little better, but he was still frowning.
The cold wind blew in like a knife, blowing on the back of Zhu Qinghuan's hand holding the steering wheel. She gritted her teeth, her hands were shaking from the cold, but she still held the steering wheel tightly.
Fortunately, the hotel is not far from the studio, and it takes 20 minutes to drive there.
After getting out of the car, Nanyang walked faster than Zhu Qinghuan, her neck was still red, and she seemed to have developed a papular wheal. Zhu Qinghuan asked the company to wait for the driver at the hotel to park the car, followed behind Nanyang, and squeezed the room card tightly.
The moment Nanyang arrived at the door, she immediately opened the door. Nanyang pushed open the door and walked in, regardless of whether the door at the back was closed or not, and started undressing.
She still kept her sanity, and did not take off all of them, but only took off her down jacket and sweater. She was wearing a thin white shirt, standing at the window, opening the window a little to let the cold wind blow into her neckline.
Zhu Qinghuan walked over carefully and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Nanyang hasn't spoken for a long time. She pursed her lips and seemed to have finally recovered a bit. She said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so dizzy."
"Then lie down, I don't close the window."
Nanyang glanced at the sofa, walked over, and lay down on the sofa. It was her back that was itching, and she had to expose her back to the cold air.
Zhu Qinghuan squatted down beside the sofa and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have given you boozy chocolate."
"It's fine, it's delicious, I still want to eat it." Nan Yang was lying on the soft cushion, his cheeks and ears were still red.
Seeing that she still didn't blame herself, Zhu Qinghuan felt a little softer in her heart.
"Screw me."
Nanyang said in a low voice.
Zhu Qinghuan obediently put her finger on the white shirt on Nanyang's back. Her hand had no nails, and after scratching it back and forth for a long time, Nanyang's expression didn't seem to improve.
Nanyang raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were stained with a touch of peach, and there was a soft halo in his eyes. She frowned suddenly, looked at Qing Huan with an uncomfortable expression, her lips shriveled into a seductive arc, and her voice was low and pleading:
"... go in."
in, in...
go in
Zhu Qinghuan's fingers rested on her back.
After a while, the ears turned red.
She actually thought about it for a moment just now? ?
When did she have such a pure brain, when was she stuffed with yellow waste? ?
"cough."
She hid a dry cough and put her hand into the back neckline of the white shirt slowly. The relatively cool fingers touched the hot and red skin there, and they scratched gently.
The skin is so smooth.
No wonder it's so squeamish, so tender skin, it's normal that it can't stand heat stimulation.
The temperature of her fingers was very good, and the strength of scratching was also very good. Slowly, Nan Yang gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep with Jiujin.
Zhu Qinghuan quietly withdrew his hand, took a quilt from the room, and put it on Nanyang.
As she was about to leave, she glanced at Nanyang's sweating neck again, thinking, is it not good to cover too tightly? Otherwise, expose your feet to dissipate the heat.
She bent down and gently lifted the quilt, exposing Nanyang's slender and white feet.
But less than a second after it was exposed, the foot shrank back.
Immediately, a trembling dream came with a bit of crying:
"Don't bite me..."