Nanyang was about to be discharged from the hospital in the middle of the night. Mei Zhongli and others persuaded him for a long time, until the emotions in Nanyang's eyes were completely frozen, and they closed their mouths because they were afraid that they would really annoy Nanyang.
Sun Xuxue really drove over the white Audi that Nanyang liked. Nanyang just exchanged the keys of the ugly BMW he had driven with her. He drove the Audi A4L he liked and loaded the light that was already starting to feel sleepy. Welcome back to the hotel.
Zhu Qinghuan fell asleep in the car.
When Nanyang was discharged from the hospital, she changed into her hospital clothes, and Sun Xuxue sent her new clothes directly to the hotel, so she could only wear the white shirt that was half stained with blood. When she arrived at the hotel, she parked the car, and seeing that Qing Huan was already asleep, she got out of the car and went around to the passenger seat, opened the door, bent over and whispered, "Qing Huan, here we are."
Zhu Qinghuan mumbled something, but didn't wake up.
Nanyang wanted to stretch out his hand to hug her, but her right hand kept spasming, and the pain reliever that she had given earlier had gradually failed.
"Come, come, I'll carry you."
She touched Qinghuan's head, Zhu Qinghuan's eyes were sleepy, and her consciousness was still not awake. She only felt that she was being held by a hand, and then she lay down on a cool and soft shoulder.
Nanyang carried her steadily on his back, and let his right forearm get stuck in the bend of her leg, so that he and she could feel better. Carrying her on her back, she walked all the way from the garage to the lobby, feeling the warmth from behind her, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help bending.
There are many reporters in the lobby. I thought that the biggest explosion point of the day had been photographed, and they were preparing to go home. But no one thought that only a few hours later, they would see Nan Yang, who was half-dead on a stretcher not long ago, come back! Not only came back, but also came back with Zhu Qinghuan on his back!
A tall and cold boss wearing a white shirt half-stained red with blood, carrying another beautiful and glamorous star who was sleeping on his back, walked unhurriedly before the eyes of the public. This picture is so damn touching, it's even more dramatic than a TV series!
A group of people swarmed up and hurriedly turned on the microphone and handed it under Nan Yang's mouth: "Boss Nan! Boss Nan!"
"Has Boss Nan seen the topic on the hot search?"
"Is Boss Nan feeling better? You were still bleeding a few hours ago, can you stand and walk now?"
"May I ask if Boss Nan, as the media reported, that Zhu Qinghuan had domestic violence against you?"
"What do you think about domestic violence? Will you speak up for this group?"
"Did Zhu Qinghuan beat you with her own hands? Does she beat you often?"
Nanyang didn't want to say a word, but felt that a group of flies were circling around her, calling incessantly.
However, the group of reporters followed all the way from the lobby to the elevator entrance, and they kept asking questions while Nanyang was waiting for the elevator. The questions revolved around the center of Zhu Qinghuan's domestic violence, making Nanyang's scalp tingling.
After waiting for a long time, the elevator finally came down. With a "ding-" sound, the elevator door opened, but several reporters blocked the elevator door to prevent Nan Yang from entering, and kept asking: "Boss Nan, you have been silent, is it because of Zhu Qing? Huan domestic violence is serious, has constituted a spirit or flesh to you... "
"Boss Nan, why can't you answer our question directly?"
"Boss Nan, why do you keep silent? Are you threatened or..."
"Boss Nan..."
"Boss Nan, please take a look at the footage here!"
"South… "
"It's so noisy." Nan Yang finally couldn't help frowning, and coldly interrupted their chattering questions: "What does the love between the two of us have to do with your group of people?"
The group of reporters suddenly fell silent.
Affection…
Fun? ?
While they were in a daze, Nanyang immediately squeezed into the elevator with Qing Huan on his back and closed the elevator door.
Um.
The world is finally quiet.
"... If you say that, they will misunderstand." Zhu Qinghuan's soft voice came from behind. She woke up as early as the first reporter shouted, but considering that waking up would only make the group of reporters crazier, she kept pretending to sleep.
"You are afraid that I will ruin your character." Nan Yang said lightly.
Zhu Qinghuan shook his head. When she shook her head, Nan Yang could feel her cheeks rubbing against his neck was very hot.
In fact, Nanyang himself didn't believe that the word "interest" could be said so bluntly by himself in front of a large group of people. But she wanted to protect the person on her back, whether it was her health or her reputation, she wanted to protect. She didn't want to get up early tomorrow morning, and let Qing Huan see the word "domestic violence" next to her name. Although half of her ears were red after she finished speaking, but fortunately her long black hair blocked the red so tightly that Qing Huan couldn't see it.
"Put me down." Zhu Qinghuan said softly.
Nanyang put her down and stood aside with his arms crossed.
The elevator quickly reached their floor, and the two returned to the room one after the other.
Zhu Qinghuan went in first. She took off her coat, glanced at the sofa that had been stained with blood, and said to Nanyang behind her, "You should sleep in bed tonight."
Nanyang had already started to unbutton her shirt. She heard Qing Huan's words and looked up at her: "How about you?"
"I..." Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head, not daring to look into Nanyang's eyes, "I also sleep in bed."
"Um."
Nanyang responded.
They went to take a bath one after another, and Nanyang took a bath later. She said that she must have a bathtub full of blood after taking a bath. It turned out to be a bathtub of blood. When she was blowing her hair, Qing Huan took ten minutes to rinse it off with the faucet.
Nanyang turned off the hair dryer and suddenly said, "Do you still have that chocolate in the morning?"
Zhu Qinghuan put the water pipe back in its original position and glanced at her helplessly: "Yes, but don't eat it today."
"I like the taste of the Socha Gold agave." Nan Yang recalled those chocolates, "It has a very mellow taste, and the cocoa mass is also very rich. However, Remy Martin VSOP is relatively ordinary."
“… go to sleep after drying.”
"I'd like another one, the Sochakin tequila."
Zhu Qinghuan sighed and said, "You have already brushed your teeth."
"It's okay, I'll brush it again after I finish eating." Nanyang didn't care.
"Then..." Zhu Qinghuan's heart softened again, knowing that it was not appropriate to give Nanyang wine chocolate at this time, but she still couldn't bear her request, "Then just eat one piece."
"Um."
Zhu Qinghuan walked to her bedroom, and Nanyang followed behind her. She took out the chocolate box from the drawer, took out a piece of Socha Gold tequila, and handed it to Nanyang.
Nanyang sat on the edge of the bed, unpacked it with ease, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed with his mouth closed.
She finished eating after a while. She licked her lips and said, "I want to eat another one."
"no."
Zhu Qinghuan decisively refused.
"Okay." Nanyang didn't insist any more, just looked around the room for a week, and suddenly said, "Would you like to go to the toilet and put on a mask?"
"I'm running out of money today."
"Apply it, you didn't apply it all the time before."
"Even today..." Zhu Qinghuan suddenly reacted and looked at her suspiciously, "You... you want to steal chocolate while I'm going to the toilet, don't you?"
The corners of Nanyang's lips twitched slightly, and he admitted shamelessly: "Yes."
Zhu Qinghuan looked at her smiling face sitting on the bed, and the word "suffocating" appeared in her mind again. What is boring? It's just boring and irritating. When I was outside, I was extremely stuffy, and when I closed the door, I broke my leg. Although Nanyang has not exaggerated to the point of breaking her leg, she is indeed quite different from her usual state.
Not very big, but very big.
For example, now, she has the kind of smile that shows some teeth on her face again, and there is a small pear vortex on her lips, which looks cold and charming. Because she usually doesn't laugh, even if she does laugh, she just purses her lips and curls the corners of her lips when she is alone. She seldom smiled with her teeth bared.
As for her rippling chocolate like this
"Then... just eat another piece, okay?" Zhu Qinghuan compromised again, "No more, I'm afraid something will happen to you."
"Okay, thank you." Nanyang turned sideways with satisfaction and reached for the chocolate box.
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows wrinkled faintly: "Why did you say thank you to me?"
"Because it's your chocolate, you give it to me, of course I have to say thank you."
A strange emotion flashed in Zhu Qinghuan's eyes. She picked up her essence and went to the toilet. When she walked out of the bedroom door, she paused and turned around and said softly, "What's mine is yours."
Nanyang was stunned, stopped halfway through peeling, and raised his eyes.
"I mean chocolate, mine is yours."
Zhu Qinghuan explained quickly, and then went to the bathroom without looking back.
Nanyang smiled indifferently, put the peeled Socha Gold tequila flavored chocolate into his mouth, and chewed slowly.
When she was almost done eating, she went to the living room to pour a glass of water and rinsed the sticky mouth. Looking at the bloodstains left on the sofa, she raised her hand and touched her nose expressionlessly.
After drinking water, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Zhu Qinghuan had finished her skin care. She was standing by the sink, helping Nanyang wash the white shirt that was half covered in blood. The sink was full of bubbles, the water had turned red, and the stained area of the shirt was too large, she was rubbing it carefully bit by bit.
"What else to wash, throw it away." Nanyang squeezed his toothpaste and said.
"StellaMcey's white shirt, limited edition, several thousand." Zhu Qinghuan wiped the bubbles on the side of her face with her shoulders, "Try it, it should be able to be washed clean."
"Is this shirt still a brand?" Nanyang asked vaguely, holding his toothbrush.
"Do you think the white shirts that Uncle May prepared for you are ordinary white shirts?" Zhu Qinghuan sighed, "I saw the white shirts you wore, Ann Deuleester's, Gucci's, Fendi's, Margiela's. Yes, which one is cheaper?"
"Well..." Nanyang didn't understand a word, so he concentrated on brushing his teeth.
Mei Zhongli cared so much about Nanyang that he searched almost all the big brands of white shirts in the world, just to make Nanyang feel different even in white shirts. These precious white shirts were all made by very powerful designers, which matched Nanyang's temperament very well. She could tell that this person was "expensive" just by standing there and doing nothing.
Nanyang finished brushing his teeth and said, "Don't wash it, I don't want it anymore."
"What a waste of you." Zhu Qinghuan sighed.
"… sleep."
Zhu Qinghuan struggled for a while, and seeing that it was indeed unclean, she could only put it down, and yawned towards the bedroom.
The two of them lay down on either side of the bed, and neither was next to the other. Fortunately, the bed is also big enough for each of them to occupy a small space.
Zhu Qinghuan faced the desk, the darkness in front of him, and the environment fell into silence. When she should have fallen asleep with peace of mind, her heart was beating wildly in her chest.
She knows what it means to allow Nanyang to go to her bed. This is really a very ambiguous hint. Even if it doesn't really progress to a relationship, it is acquiescing to some intimacy. If she comes to hold her hand tonight, or take the initiative to hug her, or even... kiss her forehead...
She thought that she should not refuse.
She bit her lip, her shoulders shaking nervously as she waited.
Nanyang had no idea. She had been tossing around for too long today, and she was also very tired, even more tired than driving for a few hours the night before. After closing her eyes for a while, she fell into a deep sleep.
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a while when she heard Nanyang's long breathing. After regaining his senses, he smiled helplessly and sighed.
She turned to Nanyang's side, hesitated for a while, and quietly put her hand into Nanyang's quilt.
She found Nanyang's right hand, gently held her wrist in her palm, and carefully kneaded the slightly misplaced tendons on the inside of her wrist with her thumb.
Nanyang's burning wrist was effectively massaged, and the corners of his lips curled contentedly in his sleep.