The variety show started recording three hours later, and they rushed to the hotel set by the show team non-stop. Qing Huan slept so hard that she never woke up. Nan Yang carried her into the car, carried her all the way to the door of the hotel while she was asleep, and carried her into the hotel lobby.
When I entered the lobby, I saw Cheng Cheng standing by the sofa where the guests were greeted with his hips on his shoulders, holding up a mobile phone and frowning and shouting, "Where the hell is my sister?"
The other end of the phone was probably her assistant, and she didn't know what to say. Tomorrow night, Cheng said again, "Didn't you want to be optimistic about her? Why did you tell me now that she went shopping alone? What time is it? The recording will start soon, you know?"
She gritted her teeth, listened to a few scattered explanations on the phone, and quickly interrupted: "You don't need to say so much, tell me immediately where she is... Near you? Then pick her up quickly!"
There were two people sitting on the sofa, with their backs to the hotel door, and Nanyang couldn't see their faces.
One of them suddenly stood up. It was a graceful young woman. She looked about the size of Qinghuan. The half of her face, which was slightly turned to the side, was as beautiful as a white daffodils that had just bloomed. Her tender peach eyes were as clear as An untouched spring in the mountains. She patted Ming Wancheng's shoulder and said softly, "Acheng, don't worry, Zhuzhu hasn't come yet."
Tomorrow night Cheng sighed, his eyes swept away, and suddenly he saw Nanyang carrying Qinghuan not far away.
"Look, isn't this coming?" Tomorrow night Cheng laughed happily, ran over, and greeted Nanyang all the way, "Oh, you two are finally here. , the whole group is waiting for the two of you, you see, our teacher Bai and Miss Ziyan are sitting here eagerly waiting for you. Hurry up and put things downstairs, the show team's car is already waiting at the door. "
The peach-eyed woman who was talking to Cheng Wancheng just now nodded towards Nanyang: "Hello, I'm Cen Ziyan."
Another woman on the sofa also stood up.
Bai Jinqiu crossed his arms and nodded to Nanyang. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which covered most of her face, and only half of her jawline and graceful chin could be seen. She was wearing a soft and decent black velvet shirt, and the skin at the neckline was very white, but she could still see a few lines of wrinkles on her neck that could not be covered by foundation. This is what a 40-year-old woman should look like. No matter how well-maintained her face is, she can't stop the signs of aging on her body.
When she and Nanyang appeared in the same picture, Nanyang, who should be thirty-five years old, seemed too abnormal.
Fortunately, the program team should apply a thick layer of microdermabrasion filter to the finished product, which should not be so obvious on TV.
Cen Ziyan knows Qing Huan. They have worked together in a drama before, and they often attend various dinner parties together. Although the two of them are official rivals, both of them have a soft temperament. No matter how much fans scold each other, they are still very good friends in private. Seeing Qing Huan lying on Nan Yang's back, Cen Ziyan seemed to want to come over to say hello.
But she only took a step, then she stopped carefully, and asked Bai Jinqiu softly, "Auntie, can I go and say hello to her?"
Bai Jinqiu glanced over there, didn't speak, just nodded.
Cen Ziyan is like a puppy whose rope has been loosened, with a smile in her eyes because of this short-lived freedom. She walked to Nanyang, looked at Qinghuan who was still sleeping, and politely asked Nanyang, "Can I wake her up?"
Nanyang hesitated for a moment, but allowed it.
Cen Ziyan patted Qinghuan's shoulder gently and called her name twice. Qing Huan woke up leisurely, saw her friend in front of her vaguely, and the corners of her lips couldn't stop rising: "Ziyan?"
She quickly found herself on Nanyang's back, and immediately asked Nanyang to put herself down. While sorting her clothes, she smiled at Cen Ziyan: "Ziyan, long time no see, you seem to be thinner than before."
"You're still asleep, and the recording will start soon," Cen Ziyan looked at her with a smile, "Boss Nan is so used to you, he didn't even wake you up." After speaking, Cen Ziyan turned her head to look at the top of Qinghuan's hair. , "It's very unique to issue cards."
Qing Huan froze for a moment.
Issuing cards
Do not issue cards when she goes out today
Qinghuan raised her hand in doubt and touched her head tentatively, but she actually touched a foreign object, icy and hard, like two thin pieces of metal. After rubbing it again, I found the trunk of the card, and took it off carefully.
It is a small butterfly hairpin strung with colorful beads and flapping its wings.
Qing Huan raised her eyes to look at Nanyang, and shook the butterfly in her hand: "You don't let me go up?"
Nanyang hummed expressionlessly.
"...when else?"
Nanyang glanced away indifferently, "...on the plane, when you fell asleep."
Qing Huan paused, and then the melancholy that had been frozen for a long time in her eyes melted away softly, her fingertips shrank, and she clenched the butterfly into her palm. Looking at the woman who was as cold as ice and snow in front of her, holding the little joy she quietly gave her, she suddenly felt that she could put down any unpleasant things for the time being.
Cen Ziyan reminded aloud: "Come upstairs to clean up, we'll set off for the recording venue right away."
"Okay," Qing Huan then noticed that everyone in the hall had basically arrived, and knew that she couldn't write any more ink, so she hurriedly pulled Nanyang and the suitcase to the elevator, and was far away from the sofa before leaving. The people on the side greeted, "Acheng, Teacher Bai, see you later."
Tomorrow night Cheng waved his hand: "Master, hurry up!"
Qing Huan pulled Nan Yang into the elevator, Xiao Ye followed behind them dragging a few boxes, and when the elevator closed, there were only the three of them.
Seeing that there were no outsiders, Qing Huan squeezed Nan Yang's hand with a blushing face, "Next time you want to wake me up, I don't even know when I got off the plane."
Nanyang was silent for a moment and said, "You are too tired, I just want you to rest for a while."
"After today's recording, the program team will give three days of preparation time before leaving for Thailand. By then, you can stay in bed for three full days. Are you afraid that I will not be able to rest well?"
Nanyang looked at her, his eyes slowly moved down from her face, and landed on her fingers resting on the handle of the suitcase.
"Well, I'm afraid."
Nanyang replied softly.
Xiaoye gave a cold war. For some reason, she seemed to smell the tail odor of driving.
Qing Huan quickly glanced at the little leaf that was shrunk in the corner and wanted to become transparent, and her face flushed: "There are others here!"
Nanyang glanced at Xiaoye, and his voice was as calm as water: "I don't know when you were more reserved than me."
"You..." Qing Huan looked at Xiaoye, pursed her lips, and said, "Xiaoye, cover your ears."
Xiaoye hurriedly shoved his left and right little fingers into his ears, and after thinking for a while, he even closed his eyes, trying to be quiet.
Although he closed his eyes, Xiao Ye couldn't help but open a slit and looked at the two people secretly.
I saw Qing Huan leaned forward and said something in Nan Yang's ear, but he didn't understand the specific content, but Nan Yang's face immediately turned red from the ear to the base of his neck, looking at Qing Huan's eyes in a rare area. A little flustered.
Qing Huan pursed her lips, and her charming eyes showed a successful smile.
Xiaoye shook his head and closed his eyes in pain.
How many years will she have to eat dog food like this? !
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While waiting for Nanyang and Qinghuan, Qi Yi was also brought back.
Tomorrow night, Cheng pounced on her as soon as she stepped into the hotel and shouted, "Sister!"
Qi Yi held a bag in his hand and stepped forward, blocking Ming Wancheng who wanted to move, "Stay away from me."
"Where have you been? Why didn't you tell me?" Cheng Wancheng asked aggrievedly.
Qi Yi smiled mysteriously, lifted the bag in his hand, took out a thick purple book from it, and shook it in front of Cheng Mingming: "I'll buy you five or three."
Tomorrow night, Cheng stared blankly at the book "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" in Qi Yi's hand, opened his mouth, and was so full of words that he couldn't utter a single sentence.
The origin of this matter has to be pulled back half a month ago.
The recording started immediately, but the pair of Cheng Cheng has not yet been determined tomorrow night. The program team of "Honeymoon Together" kept urging all parties, urging Ming Wancheng's company, Ming Wancheng himself, Nanyang, and Mei Zhongli. Cheng is also anxious tomorrow night, Qi Yi has not given a clear explanation, neither agree nor refuse. If it wasn't for the fact that Qi Yi would have to go to class during the day and night, Cheng Cheng would have wanted to call her twenty-four times a day tomorrow night.
One night, tomorrow night, Cheng trembled and called Qi Yi again.
"elder sister?"
Qi Yi has already returned home, and is grading homework on the desk, turning on his mobile phone hands-free, "Huh?"
"Sister, are you still not giving me an answer today?" Cheng's tone sounded like he was about to cry tomorrow night, "The director told me that if I can't confirm it tomorrow, I will be replaced."
"That's it." Qi Yi was still noncommittal.
"Sister, don't hide from me all the time, we're just traveling with them. If you don't like me, I can stay away from you and try not to touch you when playing games. You stay home alone during the winter vacation. How boring, Master said that your parents won't be back until several months later, I just don't want you to be alone..."
"A Cheng," Qi Yi's eyes were glued to the test paper, and the red pen drew a cross behind a poem, "If the two loves last for a long time, what is the next sentence?"
Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned, "... ah? What?"
Qi Yi asked again.
Tomorrow night, Cheng is still the second monk who can't feel his head: "What is it?"
"This is an ancient poem that must be memorized for the third course of Chinese language in high school," Qi Yi looked at the paper that was also being corrected, and smiled gently, "Look, you don't study hard, even such a simple Poetry does not know."
"Sister, if you are willing to promise me to participate, I will recite it right away!" Tomorrow night Cheng pitifully begged, "If you are willing to come, let alone recite a few ancient poems, I am willing to let me take the college entrance examination next year, really !"
Qi Yi raised his eyebrows: "Yo, if you want to say that, I really want to try it."
Tomorrow night, Cheng opened his mouth wide, but he didn't want to dig a hole and bury himself up to the root of his neck.
Qi Yi originally thought that she could go or not, but since Cheng had thrown it out tomorrow night, she was also curious whether this ignorant little idiot would really devote himself to his studies. A highly educated teacher like her is most willing to save the illiterate. And tomorrow night Cheng happens to be the illiterate who has never even read elementary school.
So from that day on, tomorrow night Cheng inexplicably threw himself into the army of college entrance examination reviewers.
Qi Yi also gave her a countdown card, which, like other high school students studying for the college entrance examination, made her stare at the countdown of her exam every day.
Tomorrow night, Cheng will grit his teeth and learn!
As long as Qi Yiyu can be invited to participate in variety shows, what's wrong with her learning a little bit? She just hasn't received modern education, and she's not a fool. Could it be that with her IQ, she can't learn the courses that these little kids struggle with
half a month later.
Standing in the hotel lobby holding "Five Years and Three Years of College Entrance Examination", tomorrow night Cheng lowered his head, recalling his ten-day hard work as a beast, and wishing to travel back to half a month ago and put his mouth alive torn to shreds.