Facts have proved that Nanyang felt that this little red envelope really could not hold his heart.
When Qing Huan opened the phone, five unread messages from Nanyang popped up on the lock screen page. She clicked in and was startled by a piece of orange-yellow transfer information.
Nanyang transferred her account four times, 50,000 yuan each time, a total of 200,000 yuan.
The daily limit of WeChat transfer is 200,000.
Under the four transfer messages, there are still three simple words in the white dialogue bubble—
Lucky money.
The smile on Qing Huan's lips couldn't help. She confirmed the receipt of the money one by one, and then withdrew it from her coin purse to a blank bank card of hers. In fact, the money she earned by herself is completely enough. Nanyang is not short of money, but she still wants to help her save all the money. Anyway, there is still a long time in the future, she can use this money to buy a lot of candied haws and chocolates for Nanyang.
After getting dressed, she got out of bed and went to the medicine cabinet to help Nanyang find cold medicine.
While searching, she sighed helplessly. Why is this woman so stupid, she really doesn't cover herself with a quilt just so as not to offend her naked self.
After finding the medicine, she put two capsules and three pills in a small bottle cap and took them to the living room. She boiled a pot of water. When Nanyang came out of the bathroom to wash, the water had just boiled. She mixed a cup of warm water with the right temperature with boiling water and cold water, and handed it to Nanyang together with the medicine in the bottle cap.
After Nanyang took the cap of the small bottle containing the capsules and pills, he suddenly sneezed.
"Heh-sneezes!"
Her arm shook violently, and the medicine in the bottle cap flew out, bounced on the ground, and rolled under the sofa.
She rubbed her nose, looked at the medicine on the ground, and squatted down to pick it up.
Qing Huan tutted, came over and bent down and hit Nan Yang on the back of his hand, saying angrily, "What else was picked up, it all fell to the ground. I'll get you a new one."
"I'm afraid you will step on it," Nanyang still lowered his head and picked up the medicine on the ground, "It will slip."
"… "
Qing Huan pursed her lips, because of Nan Yang's words, her heart beat a little faster.
She seemed to be fascinated all the time.
Nanyang was picking it up when there was a sudden thumping sound from the door. Both stood up and walked towards the door together.
When he opened the door, he saw Ming Wancheng in a red sweater standing there smiling, holding a lunch box.
"Master, Happy New Year! On the first day of the new year, I'm here to deliver dumplings to you." She also bent towards Nanyang, "Boss Nan is early, Happy New Year, congratulations on the New Year's Jubilee!"
Qing Huan smiled and took the lunch box from Cheng Cheng's hand tomorrow night, "Why, you called her Patriarch last night, and you called back to Boss Nan today?"
Tomorrow night Cheng's expression instantly solidified on his face.
"I, I called her Patriarch last night... did you...?"
"Yeah," Qing Huan didn't care, "I saw Xu Xue called her like that. Nanyang said, is it the nickname you gave her?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng stared blankly at Nan Yang, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, it's just a nickname, just a nickname."
"Then can I call you that too?" Qing Huan smiled and looked at Nan Yang beside him.
Nanyang was silent for a moment, then said dully: "As you wish."
Looking at her expression, Qing Huan thought it was funny, she didn't care much, and went ahead with the dumplings. She took it to the kitchen to heat it up, and after a while Nanyang took the medicine and could eat a little.
Tomorrow night Cheng saw Qing Huan leave, and then heaved a long sigh of relief: "It scared me to death, I thought Master found something."
"I don't seem to be filming today." Nan Yang looked at her and said lightly.
"That's right, on the first day of the new year, Director Li gave us a holiday." Cheng nodded simply tomorrow night.
Nanyang nodded and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since there is no filming, you don't need to use our car to go to the studio. You can go after the dumplings are delivered."
Tomorrow night Cheng stepped on the shit expression: "Old Ancestor, why are you such a person? New Year's Eve, I rushed over and wanted you to enjoy the blessings of Qi people..."
"The blessing of the people of Qi?" Nanyang frowned, "Is the idiom of the blessing of the people of Qi used like this?"
"Uh... what's that called?" Tomorrow night Cheng was desperately searching in his poor cultured brain, "God... family happiness?"
Why can't Nanyang see what Cheng wants tomorrow night, she sighed lightly from her breath, and took out the big red envelope that she had prepared a long time ago from her trousers pocket.
A very thick red envelope, but still not that thick for Qing Huan.
She threw the heavy red envelope into Cheng Ming's arms. Tomorrow night, Cheng smiled happily, caught it steadily, and laughed like a dog's leg: "Thank you, ancestor, I know that you love me the most. I wish you and Master a good relationship for a hundred years, and give birth to a precious son early!"
The corners of Nanyang's lips were hooked, and there was a faint smile in his voice: "Go away."
"I'm going away!"
Tomorrow night, Cheng smiled so much that his face was blooming, he trot away a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned around furtively and looked around, after confirming that there was no one in the corridor, he lowered his voice and said to Nanyang: " Ancestor, you have to be restrained. It’s okay to kiss in the toilet, and I won’t let my master go on New Year’s Eve. Look at how hoarse your voice is, my master must have been exhausted last night.”
Nanyang didn't understand the meaning of Cheng's words at first, but by the time he reacted, Cheng would be gone by the end of the day.
She gritted her teeth and squeezed the dirty pills she picked up in her hands.
Suddenly I regret not putting them in Tomorrow Wancheng's mouth.
Qing Huan walked over from the kitchen quickly, holding the interface of the mobile phone that had just hung up the phone in her hand. Her eyes searched back and forth outside the door, and her voice contained excitement: "Where's Ah Cheng?"
"Let's go." Nanyang replied briefly.
"How did you go?" Qing Huan leaned halfway out of the door, looked left and right, and sighed in her tone, "Unfortunately, I can only tell her the good news on WeChat for a while."
"What good news?"
"It's Xiao Yi," Qing Huan shook the phone in his hand with a smile, "A Cheng has always wanted to meet my friend Qi Yi. She called me just now and said she would come to visit my class in the afternoon. I asked her to go there. Have a meal at the nearest mall. In the afternoon, I will bring you and Ah Cheng with you, so you can get to know each other."
Nanyang was silent for a while, then spit out four words:
"Four people on a date."
Qing Huan blushed and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Yi doesn't know A Cheng, so there is no appointment."
"Yeah." Nanyang nodded, his eyes indifferent, "The two go on a date, and the two go on a blind date."
Qing Huan: "… "
However, in a sense, it is indeed a blind date.
Or a blind date with "parents".
When Qing Huan told the news to Ming Wan Cheng, Ming Wan Cheng sent an exclamation mark that swiped the screen. Across the screen, she could feel the excitement and anticipation of Cheng Wancheng.
Qing Huan didn't understand why Ming Wancheng was so interested in Qi Yi, obviously they didn't even say a word.
This kind of incomprehension also produced Nanyang. Until now, she still did not understand why a perfect person like Nanyang would only love herself alone.
Maybe it's really love at first sight
It still feels a bit silly.
The two ate the beef-stuffed dumplings delivered by Cheng tomorrow night, and it was already twelve o'clock noon. Qing Huan began to choose clothes and make-up to prepare for the afternoon meeting. Nanyang was sitting on the bed playing her inferior game console. As the lines of Tetris disappeared, the hot "biu~biu~" sound kept echoing in the room.
Nanyang's nose was running, but her hands were busy playing games, so she didn't have time to wipe it, so she could only keep sniffing.
Qing Huan sat on the other side of the bed and thrushed her eyebrows in the mirror. Hearing Nanyang's more and more frequent sniffing, she sighed, put down her eyebrow pencil, pulled a tissue, and walked around in front of Nanyang.
She folded the tissue and put it on Nanyang's nose.
"Strength." She said softly, looking at Nanyang seriously.
Nanyang raised his eyes in surprise, his right hand subconsciously released the button of the game console, and pressed the tissue on his nose, "I... come by myself."
Qing Huan didn't let go, just glanced down, and said leisurely, "I'm dying."
Nan Yang hurriedly lowered his head, put his hand back on the button of the game console, and in a panic, he controlled the cube to fall into the appropriate gap. Qing Huan pinched her nose through the tissue, and said again: "Strength."
Nanyang hesitated for a while before blowing his nose gently.
The temperature in the paper towel instantly became scalding hot.
Qing Huan squeezed the tissue, folded it again, and then put it on Nan Yang's nose again to help her wipe off the snot that remained there. Nanyang lowered her head and stared at the Tetris. She knew in her heart that it would be inappropriate for Qing Huan to wipe her nose, but she still couldn't let go of the game in her hand. It wasn't that it was really that fun. I don't want to die easily.
Stubborn to dull. This characteristic really runs through every detail of her life.
"Wear a turtleneck today," Qing Huan threw away the toilet paper, and pinched the tip of Nanyang's nose again, "You have a cold, so don't let the wind blow into your clothes."
"I don't have a turtleneck sweater." The tip of Nanyang's pinched nose was a little red, and he couldn't help but sniff again.
"Wear mine, I have a white turtleneck sweater." Qing Huan pursed her lips, and said again, "But it's not new, I've worn it before. Do you mind?"
Nanyang shook his head and said lightly, "I'm afraid you would mind."
"What nonsense?" Qing Huan said angrily, "Why would I mind."
"Um."
Nanyang responded and was still playing his Tetris attentively.
"If you don't pack up yet, Xiao Yi will be here soon, and A Cheng has already been ready. I'll be waiting for you now." Qing Huan gently pushed Nan Yang's arm.
"I don't have much to pack, just put on my clothes and go."
"Then wear it, hurry up, it will be too late to delay."
"Wait, this game is over."
"When will your game be over? Can't you press a pause?"
Nanyang shook his head stubbornly: "Don't pause."
Qing Huan looked at her helplessly, so she had to go and fetch the white turtleneck sweater herself, find out the pros and cons, and put it directly on Nanyang's head.
Nanyang's eyes were still fixed on the game console in his hand, but his body straightened up in coordination, and even took the initiative to stretch out his hand, motioning for Qing Huan to help her put her sleeves in.
He's such a well-mannered uncle.
Qing Huan sighed silently, accommodated her, and helped her put on the sweater carefully. After the sweater was in order, she carefully adjusted the collar so that it just caught on Nanyang's chin, then pulled the long black hair out of the clothes and spread it evenly behind her.
Obviously, the Nanyang game is not over yet. Qing Huan had no choice but to pull her sleeves and lead her to the door, help her put on her coat and change her shoes as she did just now.
She pulled her all the way, from the room to the elevator, and from the elevator to the garage. Until she got into the passenger seat, Nan Yang was still holding the piercing game console, unable to stop.
Why didn't she marry Tetris
Qing Huan held the steering wheel and wrinkled her nose slightly angrily.