Zhu Qinghuan took the two boxes of meals on the coffee table and hurried downstairs with Nanyang. She didn't want to be late for the second time after leaving early. Xiaoye had already driven out the company car, but the nanny car was old and had some problems. Nanyang took out his Audi A4L key from his pocket and threw it to her to let her drive her own car.
Xiaoye's eyes widened: "Boss Nan, although it is offensive to say this, you must know that I am Zhu Zhu's assistant, not yours."
Nanyang glanced at her silently, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.
Five minutes later, Sun Xuxue appeared in front of Nanyang at lightning speed, and took another two minutes to drive the white Audi A4L from the garage. Nanyang opened the car door for Qing Huan and let her sit in. Before getting in the car, he said to Xiao Ye in the nanny car next to him, "I don't want her to be late. You can drive slower at the back."
This sentence is really mysterious. At first glance, it sounds like a concern, but when you think about it carefully, it seems like a mockery. Sun Xuxue shuddered in the driver's seat, the ancestor was really boring, and he spoke with puns.
Nan Yang and Zhu Qinghuan sat in the back row, and took advantage of the time on the road to open the breakfast that Cheng gave them tomorrow night.
It's two boxes of medicated porridge, cooked very finely and fragrantly, very nourishing, and not too heavy with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.
Nanyang's face almost froze when he saw the words "medicine" and "nourishing" on the box. For a moment, the words Ah Cheng said in the morning flashed in his mind again.
Overindulgence.
"It all looks the same, which one is sugar-free..." Zhu Qinghuan frowned and lifted the two boxes of porridge to see if there were any sticky notes underneath.
"You can just eat a box first, continue to eat the sugar-free ones, and give me the ones with polysaccharides." Nanyang said lightly.
"is this okay?"
Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback. Let Nanyang eat his leftovers
"Eat quickly. I won't have time to eat in a while."
"… Um."
Zhu Qinghuan glanced at her phone, and she really didn't have much time. She picked up a box at random, peeled off the plastic paper from the disposable spoon, and scooped a spoon into her mouth.
When the tip of her tongue touched the porridge, her eyebrows immediately frowned. It was exactly the same as the expression on his face when he ate the greasy porridge made by Nanyang himself that night.
She was holding that mouthful of porridge, and she couldn't go up or down, and her face turned red. She was so tired that she didn't dare to swallow at all. She would waste at least an hour on the treadmill with this mouthful.
Nanyang saw that she had eaten wrong, so he straightened up immediately and looked around for toilet paper. But there was no toilet paper in the back row, so Sun Xuxue helped to find it in the small block on the driver's seat while driving. Zhu Qinghuan kept holding the mouthful of porridge, her eyebrows were tightly twisted, and her face was full of pain.
Nan Yang's brows also wrinkled, she glanced at Sun Xuxue who was looking for toilet paper, spread her palms out, and stretched them out in front of Qing Huan.
"Spit here."
Her light brown eyes were calm and her tone was flat.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang in disbelief, covered her mouth, and pushed her hand away.
Nanyang put his hand to Qing Huan's mouth again, and repeated, "Come on, spit it out."
Zhu Qinghuan saw her serious expression, her throat trembled, and she swallowed the porridge in her mouth. The sweet and greasy taste spreads across the tongue, slides down the throat, and reaches the warm stomach.
Fortunately, she didn't really spit the porridge into Nanyang's white palm.
Sun Xuxue finally found the toilet paper, and threw the whole bag to the back row: "I wish you a quick wipe. Old... Boss Nan, you are too... How can you... "
In just a few words, her heartache was about to overflow.
This is the "God" that their family has followed for generations! Her god actually opened his palm to a mortal, and let the mortal spit out what he had in his mouth into her hand? ?
Seeing that Qing Huan had swallowed, Nanyang put his hand back, took a bottle of water from the debris block on the inside of the door, unscrewed it, and handed it to her.
"… thanks."
Zhu Qinghuan blushed and took it over, taking a sip.
Nanyang didn't speak, his expression was as usual, he picked up the box of porridge that Qinghuan had eaten, and ate it bit by bit with the spoon she used.
The inside of the carriage fell silent for a while, only the slight sound of two people eating porridge could be heard.
Sun Xuxue is still doubting life in the front row.
Soon they were on set. Zhu Qinghuan hurried to the dressing room non-stop. Nanyang guessed that she was dancing the sacrificial dance all day again today, so she didn't follow her, and took Sun Xuxue around the Zangzuo Film and Television City twice.
Zangzuo Film and Television City is very large, and there are crews filming in almost every corner, and the popular scenes and crews are waiting in line. When Nanyang was hanging out, many people recognized her. After all, she was also a person who has been on the top two hot searches. The men watched as she pointed and covered her mouth, and the actresses saw her blushing and pretended not to. Sun Xuxue looked at Nan Yang's face getting worse and worse. Knowing that this was all caused by her "love between the two of us" last night, she didn't know how to comfort her. I can't say: The ancestors want to open up, you see, at least people will think that the staying power you endure in bed is really great, right
However, did the ancestor really suffer
Sun Xuxue wrinkled a small face.
Ah, Patriarch, such a high-mountain flower, is actually in bed. So disillusioned.
"It's almost lunch," Nanyang finally didn't want to go shopping, "Go back and find Qinghuan."
"Okay!" Sun Xuxue responded immediately.
The two swayed back to the Shenwu crew again.
Today is Cheng's first day in the group tomorrow night. As soon as Nan Yang came back, he caught up with Ah Cheng and shouted in the crew very lavishly. She invited everyone to eat Haidilao takeout for noon today, and everyone had a share.
Tomorrow night, Cheng Cheng, a person who is so sick of drinking Starbucks, how could he have so much money, and he also knew that he asked for it from Nanyang. As soon as she said she was short of money, Nanyang directly threw her a stack of bank cards tied up with rubber bands, saying that I didn't know how much money was in them. You can use them first, and then come to me when they are finished.
When Cheng got the stack of bank cards tomorrow night, he had the heart to marry Nanyang.
With such a big meal, she immediately bought the hearts of the entire crew, and they all praised her that she would have more trouble than the previous Zhao Dan, and she would help her more in the future. Tomorrow night Cheng experienced the convenience brought by capital for the first time, and deeply regretted that she had lived for so many years just thinking about playing. If she could think a little about making money, she would not be mixed up like this.
Nanyang waited in the dressing room for a while, and Zhu Qinghuan, who had changed her clothes, walked out of the fitting room. She finally finished the ritual dance and said goodbye to the eight-layer red silk dress. The corners of his lips couldn't hold back a smile.
"You're back," she smiled at Nanyang, and then asked Xiaoye, "What's for lunch today?"
"Acheng said to invite everyone to eat Haidilao takeaway," Xiaoye replied enthusiastically, "It should be coming soon, and finally you can skip the white rice and stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts. I wish you, don't you like hot pot the most?"
"Yes, then thank Miss Ming well." Zhu Qinghuan smiled politely.
"… "
Nanyang didn't speak. For some reason, she could still read a little something wrong from Qing Huan's "Miss Ming".
Still arguing
"You've already eaten twice." Nan Yang said lightly.
"Don't talk nonsense." Zhu Qinghuan knew the meaning of Nanyang's words, and she was short-tempered. She had accepted their good intentions twice, and she couldn't justify it if she wanted to eat jealousy. But she wasn't really jealous, she was just being polite, she couldn't be as close as "A Cheng" all of a sudden.
Xiao Ye looked bewildered by the side. What are these two talking about? Why does it feel like they are the only ones who understand what they say
After a while, the takeaway was delivered. Everyone sat happily together, a few people gathered around a pot, and put all kinds of beef, mutton, and vegetable lunch boxes around. Everyone was very happy, and even Li Dong, who was always serious, was smiling today.
Nanyang followed Qinghuan and sat in front of a pot with Cheng, Sun Xuxue, and Xiaoye tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, Cheng's order today is all butter pot. Haidilao's butter pot is famous for its spicyness. The more you cook it, the more spicy it becomes.
As soon as Nanyang picked up the chopsticks, Qing Huan gently hit the back of his hand with the chopsticks.
"Don't eat it, it's too spicy," Zhu Qinghuan lowered her voice and frowned, "You forgot your cholinergic urticaria."
"Well, I remembered."
Nanyang finished his words, put down his chopsticks, sank his shoulders back a little, pulled his cuffs, and took off the white woolen coat on his body.
After taking off her coat, she wore a thin white shirt and picked up the chopsticks again.
"Aren't you cold?" Zhu Qinghuan asked again. They were outside now, and the cold wind was blowing, and none of the people present dared to take off their down jackets.
"I want to eat." Nanyang touched his arm, "Just eat a piece of lotus root, and take off your clothes, so you won't be hot again."
Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip and didn't turn her head away, "... Then eat a piece."
"Um."
Nanyang picked up a piece of lotus root from the pot with chopsticks, dipped it in a layer of red oil and put it in his mouth. After chewing for a few times, my ears turned red and I frowned. There was a bit of disgust in my eyes, and it was a bit enjoyable to be abused, and it seemed that I actually enjoyed it.
After she swallowed it, she took a sip of milk tea, and after a while, she said, "I want to eat another piece."
As soon as Zhu Qinghuan put the chopsticks down, he looked a little angry: "You can't be like this all the time, after eating the first one, you want to eat the second one, you are thirty-five years old, can't you control your diet? Eating like this A lot of things that are not good for health, aren’t you afraid of getting sick in the future?”
Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned to see their interaction.
Is this what the ancestor said "no progress"
Why does she think that they are completely old and married
Sun Xuxue put down the bowls and chopsticks a little dissatisfied, and said, "If she wants to eat, let her eat." Sun Xuxue knew that Nan Yang's body was a twenty-year-old body, and his martial arts were strong.
"Forget it, I won't eat it." Nanyang put down his chopsticks and lowered his eyes towards Qinghuan, "Don't be angry."
Zhu Qinghuan buried his head and poked at the kelp in the bowl without speaking.
For a while, the atmosphere at the dinner table became quite embarrassing, and everyone could see that Qing Huan was not very happy, and Nan Yang followed with a gloomy face, and no one dared to speak again.
Everyone was rinsing the vegetables silently, and there was silence in their ears, except for the sound of Cheng chewing on the lettuce tomorrow night.
Suddenly, Nanyang frowned and stared at Ming Wancheng: "Why don't you order a clear soup pot?"
Sun Xuxue chopped the bowl on the table and agreed angrily: "That's right, why don't you order a clear soup pot?"
Xiaoye also looked at Ming Wancheng resentfully, "I can't eat spicy food either. Why don't you order a clear soup pot?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng took a mouthful of lettuce, and the range of "stunned" widened. ? ?
Did she say a word from beginning to end? What about her shit? ?