Sun Xuxue acted very neatly, the restaurant was cleared in time, and the ambulance arrived at the fastest speed. When she and the nurses put the unconscious Jiang Banxia into the ambulance, Nan Yang had already left.
Sun Xuxue's affection for Jiang Banxia was limited to her glamorous mixed-race face. Once she found that Jiang Banxia and Nanyang were on opposite sides, she chose Nanyang's side without hesitation. Nanyang had never told them before. It turned out that she stayed in Australia for so many years because of such a bastard. When Sun Xuxue found out, she was stunned. Like Nanyang, she did not understand why someone would dare to make such a fuss.
After following him to the hospital, Sun Xuxue didn't ask a word about Jiang Banxia's injury, instead he kept talking around the doctor, asking them to take off the knife quickly. Sun Xuxue knew that Nanyang liked that knife, and whether Jiang Banxia lived or died had nothing to do with her. She had to quickly retrieve the knife, clean it, disinfect it, and send it back to Nanyang.
Nanyang is a bit of a clean freak. If the knife is sent out later, she will have to clean it up all night.
Sun Xuxue hardly slept that night, and she dealt with the knife overnight. The next morning, she went to the police station where Nanyang's household registration was located to help her re-issue her ID card. However, it will take two months to reissue the ID card, so she first issued a temporary ID card for her. She had to be present in person, but Sun Xuxue saw that the time was too late, so she asked Mei Zhongli to ask her to do it quickly. All right. No matter what, Nanyang has to go back smoothly today.
At noon, Sun Xuxue booked the ticket and drove to Mei's house to pick up Nanyang.
Mei Zhongli was not in the villa, so he should still be busy with Sun Guohui on the transfer of Liu Zhen's shares. Sun Xuxue walked into the gate of the villa lightly, and glanced at the living room on the first floor. He didn't see Nanyang, so he went straight upstairs to Nanyang's room.
As soon as the door opened, Sun Xuxue was dumbfounded.
The woman who was as cold as snow did not sit on the bay window reading a book as usual, or sat at the desk to take notes, or even leaned against the cabinet to look for clothes. She fell abruptly to the door, and lay there lifelessly, motionless.
She looked as if she was dead, her long solid black hair lay on her snow-white shirt, side down, and the floor was covered in blood. Most of her cheeks and shirt were soaked in blood, her right hand was holding something tightly, her whole hand was dyed red, but she still didn't let go.
"Ancestor!" Sun Xuxue knelt down in a panic, holding up her hands in a panic, not knowing where to move Nanyang.
Nanyang's consciousness was still there, her eyelashes trembled violently, but she still struggled to open half of it in a pool of blood, looking at Sun Xuxue, her voice hoarse: "I... It's fine."
"I'll take you to the hospital, I'll call right away..." Sun Xuxue was trembling with fright.
"No need," Nan Yang tried to move, slowly curled up his left hand and propped up his shoulder a little bit, "It's over. The hospital... no need to waste time."
Delayed catching a flight.
Sun Xuxue understood what she meant, and she didn't want Qinghuan to wait for her.
If she had come two hours earlier, she would have sent Nanyang to the hospital, but now... it's really over, it's over. Although she survived by herself.
Sun Xuxue's eyes were red, and she helped Nanyang up from the ground, and said no more.
Nanyang stood up weakly, and slowly loosened his right hand that he had been holding tightly. Inside were two socha gold tequila chocolates that had been crushed to pieces. The liquor wrapped in the chocolate had already melted into the blood in her palm, and the cocoa butter bits were warmed by her body, sticking sticky to her fingertips.
Qing Huan said, don't eat it right away, so she didn't eat it all the time. She is very obedient, and if Qinghuan doesn't let her eat it, she won't eat it. Just like what Qing Huan said before, "Don't eat those carbs, it's easy to get diabetes, try chocolate." Since then, except for a bunch of candied haws when she was drunk, she has never eaten candied haws again.
It's just a pity that it was broken after all. She probably shouldn't be holding them when the pain hits.
"Ancestor, it's time to take off in three hours. Let's... Why don't we change the ticket for the next flight, so you can rest for a while?" Sun Xuxue asked cautiously.
"It's okay, I'll take a shower. You'll wait for me downstairs, you won't miss the plane."
Sun Xuxue sighed, she had no choice, she knew that Nanyang was a particularly stubborn person, so she could only go downstairs silently.
Nanyang locked the door and untied the three buttons on the neckline. This time, she did not have the patience to untie them one by one. After unbuttoning the three buttons, she took off the neckline and took it off. She rolled the white shirt into a ball in her hand, wiped her blood-stained nose and chin, one side of the collarbone was full of blood, and the other side was still white, like a butterfly with one-sided wings dyed red. Her breathing was shallow, flapping her wings up and down.
After she finished wiping, she threw her shirt on the pool of blood and walked slowly into the bathroom.
The shirt slowly collapsed on the pool of blood, and red wet marks slowly climbed up every uncontaminated corner, like ivy spreading over the walls, clamoring to infect every inch of empty territory. It didn't take long for the entire shirt to sink from pure white to blood red, and the slightly curled neckline was dripping with plump blood droplets.
tick.
tick.
Like an endless sentence of cruel and ferocious punishment.
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Five hours later.
It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. After getting off the plane, Nanyang and Sun Xuxue took a taxi to Zangzuo Film and Television City.
When it was time to Zang Zuo, Zhu Qinghuan was playing the last scene of the day with Cheng Cheng tomorrow night.
It was another day when the prince was absent, and another day when the palace maid bullied the goddess. Tomorrow night, Cheng wants to slap her Master Qinghuan three times today. She was already afraid, but when she knew that Nanyang would come in the afternoon, she shivered even more.
In order to seek truth in general TV series, in most cases, the actors will really fight, and the feeling of punching to the flesh. And if you really fight, you can also sell a wave of dedicated people by the way, which is beneficial but not harmful. A person as strict as Li Dong, of course, will ask Cheng to go to Zhu Qinghuan tomorrow night.
When Cheng rolled up his sleeves tomorrow night, he planned at least twenty different routes that looked like real fans but didn't actually hurt her master. Fortunately, she has a high internal strength, and she can turn the strength back to her hands at the moment when she hits it, but she will suffer more and suffer a little more pain.
Nanyang silently went to the shooting venue, found a fishing chair and sat down. Sun Xuxue leaned over to the camera to watch the excitement. The scene was so hot that no one noticed Nanyang coming. Nanyang also had no intention of disturbing their filming.
Tomorrow night, Cheng fanned very beautifully and looked exactly like the real one. Everyone present thought she was really fighting. Only Zhu Qinghuan knew that although Ming Wancheng really touched her face every time she touched her face, she didn't feel any pain at all, as if she was just touched hard by Ming Wancheng.
Li Dong was very satisfied, Cheng played well tomorrow night, and Zhu Qinghuan's expression was also in place, with tears in his eyes, a look of aggrieved but stubborn forbearance. This scene only took three shots.
Three, that means Cheng Cheng fanned her master nine full times tomorrow night.
Nanyang could see that tomorrow night Cheng didn't really fan, but even so, there was still a little displeasure in his eyes. She really didn't have a fan, but she really touched it. Touching is also inappropriate.
"Okay!" Li Dong clapped his hands, "This is over, I wish you, A Cheng, you have worked hard, you can go first. Xiao Zhang, prepare for the transition, and tell Xia Shan to get ready!"
Zhu Qinghuan finally relaxed after maintaining her stiff expression, and the tears she had been holding back could no longer be tolerated. She walked outside, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, while reaching out to Xiaoye: "Xiaoye, give me the towel."
A soft towel was placed in her palm, and at the moment of delivery, the familiar cold temperature passed her mouth.
Zhu Qinghuan opened her eyes immediately, but her eyes were still red, so she couldn't hold back the smile on her lips: "Nanyang?"
Nanyang stood in front of her and hummed.
It's been a month since we saw her, and she still looks so cold and clear, wearing a pure white bread down jacket with a tight zipper, but you can still see a bit of the neckline of the white sweater inside. She should have taken a shower not long ago, her hair was in a slightly fluffy state that had been hastily swept by a blow dryer, and it exuded a good shampoo scent.
It's just that the lips don't seem to be bloody.
"Are you not feeling well?" Zhu Qinghuan keenly noticed something.
"You can see it." Nanyang didn't hide it too much, and even coughed out a cough that had been suppressed for a long time. "I... I'm a little cold on the road, so I'll be fine when I enter the house."
"Frozen?"
Zhu Qinghuan frowned, feeling a little troubled in her heart. Nanyang's body is really squeamish. It can't be hot or cold. What should she do to take care of her
"Nanyang!" Cheng ran over tomorrow night carelessly, lifted up his skirt without hesitation, and tucked his phone into the pocket of his jeans, "When did you come? I was looking for you just now."
Nanyang said with an expressionless face, "Don't call me by my name."
Tomorrow night, Cheng tsk tsk twice, quite disgusted: "Okay, Boss Nan. The shelf is quite big."
Zhu Qinghuan smiled reluctantly, and then whispered, "I'm sorry... Boss Nan."
Nanyang: "..."
Tomorrow night Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud.
"You can call my name." Nan Yang explained to Qing Huan lightly, "I just don't let her call it."
"Really?" Zhu Qinghuan raised her eyes, her eyes lit up.
"Um."
Tomorrow night Cheng looked at the two of them, folded his arms, and pouted: "It seems that I'm quite redundant, so I'll go first."
Tomorrow night, Cheng walked away a few steps, deliberately slowed down, looked back quietly, and found that no one really kept her. She gritted her teeth and angrily covered her right hand, which was already red due to the reaction, and shouted for her assistant, and went back to the hotel first.
"Then I'll change clothes first, you wait for me." Zhu Qinghuan handed the towel to Xiaoye next to him, and a gentle arc was raised on his lips, "I prepared hot pot in our room. The hot pot ingredients are mine. I made it myself, using salad oil and Pixian watercress, it's not very spicy, you can eat a little more this time."
It turned out that she always remembered that she didn't eat a hot pot to the fullest that day.
Nanyang lowered his eyes to hide the momentary gaffe in his eyes, cleared his throat, and said:
"Okay, I'll go back to eat hot pot later."