Zangzuo Film and Television City has ushered in an extremely stable month.
The "God Dance" crew proceeded with the filming process in an orderly manner, and the "Eternal Heaven" next door also waited for their light brocade. It was said that Jiang Yanran personally pulled it back from the hospital. Large and small crews are working step by step in Zang Zuo, fast or slow, peaceful and peaceful.
The people in the God Dance crew have been looking at their heroine with jealous eyes lately.
Everyone knows what the hell the entertainment industry looks like. The rich and the big stars have gone all the way together. Isn't it all about making a show for outsiders to see? Occasionally, the rich may come to visit a class for the star wife, but the boss of the big company has a lot of time, and people leave when the basic scenes are in place. There are many beautiful mistresses waiting for them in places they can't see.
But the existence of Nanyang is simply a bug.
She doesn't seem to be working at all, and she has absolutely nothing else to do. She has been staying in the crew, eating and living with Qing Huan, and sending Qing Huan to the studio in person every day. When Qinghuan was filming, she would sit and read a book or play Tetris. At noon, everyone squatted on the ground to eat boxed lunches, and she took Qing Huan to go to the restaurant to open a small stove. After Qinghuan got off work, she stood warmly at the door of the changing room and waited. When Qinghuan came out, she took her hand and went home together.
If the stars stick to the rich like this, the crew may not be so surprised. Because celebrities need to hug the rich's thighs, they ask for something, but they are not willful. However, as a rich man, Nanyang obviously has more choices and more freedom, but he still guards his wife so considerately and faithfully, which is really enviable.
How could such love exist in this impetuous age of materialistic desires
On the day it was finished, Xiaoye was lying on the railing, biting his cuff and spitting out sour bubbles.
Not far away, Nanyang leaned against the other side of the railing. She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater with the coat draped over her forearm and carrying a thermal bucket in her hand. She always looks so cold and arrogant, she doesn't laugh or speak, from her hair to the tips of her fingers, her whole body is full of immortal aura that doesn't eat human fireworks.
However, recently, she is a little different from before. She started wearing earrings.
She is an old-fashioned woman, a woman who has not been infected by any modern elements, and the dazzling ear stud on her left ear is the only embellishment on her body. It's like a piece of white paper, which has been white for many years, and finally someone has lit a dazzling cinnabar. Such sparkling diamonds did not tear her quaintness, but made her look more refined.
Just the right decoration will only attract more and more people's attention.
I'm so envious.
Xiaoye slumped his head down, thinking of the identical couple earrings on Zhu Zhu's left ear.
Boss Nan really pampers her.
Qing Huan had already changed her clothes and came out. Her last scene had already been filmed, and Li Dong originally wanted to hold a banquet for her, but she declined. She only accepted everyone's bouquet and hurried out to find Nanyang.
After seeing Nanyang leaning on the railing, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she trotted to Nanyang.
"What are you doing in such a hurry?"
The corners of Nanyang's lips curved up in a rare way, and she was a little bit clean, and she helped Qing Huan wipe off the sweat by pinching the cuffs of her sweater.
Qing Huan's eyes were tightly glued to Nan Yang's face, and she couldn't see enough of it: "I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the plane if it's too late. I'm going to the "Honeymoon Together" program tomorrow, if I can't go home today Pack up, we head back to Thailand without even changing our clothes."
In fact, "Honeymoon Together" should have started recording a week ago, but Qinghuan's Shenwu reshoots for a few days, and the entire show team is waiting for her, so she must rush over as soon as she finishes.
A few days ago, Qin Jiabao, the director of "Honeymoon Together", informed her about some relevant itineraries. The first phase is to go to Thailand. They need to go to the ancient city wall in Haojing to play the opening game. Each pair will be based on the game result. There are many ways to get to Thailand by drawing lots, and the filming has already started from the transportation.
Nanyang raised the heat preservation bucket in his hand: "I made egg custard for you, and I will eat it on the road."
"Have you weighed the amount of soy sauce properly this time?" Qing Huan thought of the bowl of egg custard that spit out half a month ago, with lingering fears.
"Yes, according to the grams you said."
"Well... I'll check the results at that time."
Xiaoye walked over consciously and helped Qinghuan take the flowers and bag in her hands, reminding them: "There are four hours left for the plane to take off."
"Let's go to the airport first, if there is a traffic jam along the way, it will be bad." Qing Huan said and pulled Nanyang to the parking lot.
The sun shines on their left faces, and the same diamond earrings on their left ears reflect the bright warm light, unabashedly piercing the hearts of everyone who looks at them, as if the sun has been worn by them by their ears .
They will go back to Mei's villa today, pack their clothes and luggage, and then go to Zhu's house for the night.
Qing Huan has not been home for a long time, and Zhu Jun and Yu Fengli both want to see her. Another, they have been married for some time, but Nanyang has never visited the "elders". Yu Fengli kept talking about cooking for Nan's son-in-law, but Nan Yang was reluctant to go, but Qing Huan asked her, and she could only accommodate her.
After getting off the plane, Mei Zhongli personally came to the airport to pick them up back to the villa. Time was tight, and they didn't have time to chat much on the way. Once they got to the villa, they went back to their rooms to pack their things. After going for at least a month, Qing Huan needs to pack a lot of cosmetics and clothes. Nanyang was much simpler. She only brought a few bottles of sunscreen and a box of white shirts. In less than half an hour, she dragged her suitcase and waited for Qinghuan in the living room downstairs.
While waiting, Mei Zhongli was also sitting on the sofa, caring about Nanyang's life in Tibet for more than a month.
Nanyang listened to each other. After a long while, she suddenly thought of something, and interrupted Mei Zhongli's chatter: "Little Lizi, help me with something when we're not here."
When Mei Zhongli heard Nan Yang speak to him in such a serious tone, he hurriedly sat up and lowered his head: "Old Ancestor, say it."
Nanyang looked at the stairs.
"Combine our two rooms into one."
Mei Zhongli opened his eyes slightly.
"From now on... we'll always sleep together."
Nanyang stared at the direction upstairs and said softly.
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After Qinghuan packed her luggage, Mei Zhongli sent someone to drive them to Zhu's house. When we arrived at Zhu's house, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.
Zhu Jia'an is located in a high-end apartment complex called "Yuejiang Mansion", on the 34th floor of the top floor, which is the best high-rise in the complex. At night, you can see the unique and prosperous night scene, as well as a big river next to the community. At night, colorful lights flash between the buildings, and the river reflects the dreamlike light and shadow, as if overlooking the floating people from the sky.
In the elevator, Qing Huan's lips curled into a mysterious smile: "You will like my bedroom very much."
"Why?" Nanyang asked.
"You'll know when you go in."
The two reached the top floor and got out of the elevator, and they could smell the smell of food from afar. When they got closer, they found that the Zhu family had already opened the door for them. In the kitchen in the distance, a busy back shook, and Zhu Jun was watching the news broadcast on the sofa.
Qing Huan naturally walked in first, started to change shoes at the entrance, and greeted Zhu Jun while changing: "Dad, I'm back."
Zhu Jun immediately put down the remote control and greeted him with a smile: "Girl is back." Halfway through, he saw Nan Yang following behind Qing Huan, his face full of surprise, "Boss Nan is really here? Seeing you on your phone and TV, seeing you for the first time in person, it's so beautiful, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Just after he finished shouting, Yu Fengli came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, stood side by side with Zhu Jun, and smiled kindly to Nanyang.
After Zhu Jun said hello, he stretched out his hand.
Qing Huan knew that Nan Yang would ask her opinion, and before she could speak, she whispered, "Hold it."
Nan Yang hummed, and gently pressed Zhu Jun's palm with his phalanx.
The Zhu family couldn't raise their heads in front of the Mei family. Even though the cold woman in front of them was already their son-in-law, they would still use the honorific title for Nanyang. No wonder Qinghuan has always been so humble in front of the Mei family. Mei Zhongli and others have always regarded Nanyang as their respect, and all the others are "tools" to meet Nanyang's needs, including the Zhu family and Qinghuan. . It was not without reason that Qing Huan was so afraid of Nanyang at first.
Nanyang was used to being called honorably, and didn't notice anything wrong with it. After all, in her mind, the two ordinary middle-aged people in front of her were not her relatives.
Yu Fengli greeted them into the living room: "Quick, take Boss Nan to the dining table, the meal will be ready in twenty minutes."
"Mom, don't worry, do it slowly," Qing Huan dragged Nanyang to her bedroom. "I'll take her to the bedroom to sit for a while. If you're busy there, call me, and I'll help you out."
"You underestimate your mother too, you have been a housewife for decades, and you still need your little girl to intervene at a meal?" Yu Fengli smiled and snorted, waving her arms, "Go, bring Nan Take a good look at your kennel, boss."
"What kennel, don't talk nonsense!"
Qing Huan looked a little embarrassed, so she hurriedly dragged Nan Yang into the bedroom and closed the door, for fear that Yu Fengli would say something to hurt her daughter and make her lose face.
Her bedroom is the second bedroom, which is small in size, but very warmly arranged. The walls were painted a fresh blue, the TV cabinet and bookshelf were filled with various dolls, the bed was obviously cleaned by Yu Fengli, there was no dust, and the quilt had a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.
As soon as Nanyang came in, he understood what Qing Huan said, "You will like my bedroom very much."
Her bedroom does not have the narrow window sill that the second bedroom should have, nor the cramped bay window, but a full-length floor-to-ceiling window facing the night scene. The orange-yellow light spots outside the window are accumulated on the black curtain, like a galaxy warmed by the sun, drifting down from the sky and flowing into the mortal world.
"Is the night scene beautiful?" Qing Huan smiled and turned off the lights in the bedroom to make the scenery outside the window more prominent. "You can sleep with such a night scene at night, and you will have beautiful dreams."
"Well, it looks good." Nanyang's eyebrows were slightly curved, and it could be seen that she was in a good mood.
Qing Huan pulled her to sit beside the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the night scene together.
Nanyang was silent for a long time, and then took the initiative to speak softly: "Have you been living here for more than 20 years, have you been happy?"
"Well... Except for the bad news that I was going to marry you since I was a child, I was happy most of the time." Qing Huan replied in a joking tone.
Nanyang didn't laugh. After a while, his voice trembled a little: "Then... do you regret marrying me?"
Qing Huan realized that Nan Yang took her joke seriously, and immediately grabbed her hand, squeezed the back of her hand, and said warmly, "Don't think about it."
"...I'm just afraid you'll regret it."
He smiled lightly, looked out the window, his tone became more and more gentle: "The only thing I regret is that I only met you when I was twenty-four years old. If you could have appeared in my world earlier, I would have died at the best age. Love you."
Nanyang thought of the six years she had been blocked in Australia, and a sense of guilt swept her heart instantly. She lowered her eyes and murmured in a barely audible tone, "I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?"
Qing Huan looked at her dull appearance, her untwisted eyelashes even less, like two dejected butterflies clinging to her eyelids. She felt soft in her heart, raised her hand to wrap Nanyang's neck, and said softly, "Come here."
Nanyang obediently turned to the side.
Qing Huan hugged her neck and leaned over to kiss her. The two naturally pressed their lips and tongues together, and Qing Huan kept rubbing Nanyang's hair, making her unable to help get closer to her. The other hand resting on Nanyang's neck could feel the temperature getting hotter and hotter. The lip he was holding also lost its usual coldness.
She is like a fire, slowly pulling a piece of snow into the bottomless abyss.
I don't know when it started, while still kissing, her fingers had already covered Nanyang's shirt buttons, starting from the top, unbuttoning them one by one.
It was only after the third one was solved that he heard a "bang-" sound of the door opening behind him.
Nanyang stopped immediately and closed his untied placket.
Yu Fengli stood at the door with a spatula, looking at the two people doing bad things in the dark, her mouth wide open. She was stunned for a while, and then she shook her chin and said:
"You, are you still eating?"