"No, I'm here to deliver something, not on purpose..." Qing Huan hurriedly explained.
Nanyang shook his head and motioned her to stop first, then turned his head to look around, and after confirming that there were no cameras installed in this corridor, he pulled Qinghuan towards their room.
Back in the room, Nanyang put the large and small plastic bags that helped Qinghuan carry on the table, and the hot aroma of the food rushed into his nose. Without a word, she took out the lunch boxes one by one and arranged them neatly in a row.
"I bought too much." Nanyang sat down, took a pair of disposable chopsticks, broke them apart and scraped off the sawdust on them. She glanced around the lunch boxes that covered the table, so much food that the two of them couldn't finish.
"I was going to give Ziyan and Teacher Bai a copy, but..." Qinghuan's ears were a little hot when she remembered the movements she had just heard.
"It's okay, let's eat."
Nanyang handed the scraped chopsticks to Qing Huan, and took another pair himself. He didn't seem to care about Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan, and only focused on the food in front of him, "Are these special dishes?"
"Yeah," Qing Huan nodded, reluctantly pulled back a little thought, pointed to a few of the lunch boxes and said, "This is gourd chicken, that is Qin Zhen Mipi, and the kraft paper bag is Roujiamo..."
While talking, she suddenly stopped and sighed: "I'm still very worried about Ziyan."
Nanyang felt Qinghuan's unease, so he put down his chopsticks and asked, "what's the matter?"
"You...will you listen to me in detail?"
"Well, you said."
"I've known Ziyan for two or three years," Qing Huan lowered her eyes and fell into deep memories, "The first time I saw her, I played the first female role, and she played the second female role. From the moment the cast list was announced, My company just bought the draft and trampled her. At that time, the Internet was full of scolding her, and up to now, there are more black fans scolding her than her loyal fans. Ziyan is really good, behind us The company is the opposite of the family, and the fans are also on the opposite side, but she never has a little bit of grudge against me. Xiaoye went home for a while, and the company has not contacted a new assistant for the time being. The hotel is very far from the studio. Ziyan takes me to and from get off work every day, no matter how late I shoot, she will wait for me quietly and take me back in her car."
"I was photographed by the paparazzi later, and the marketing account said she was rubbing off on my popularity. My fans scolded her on Weibo, but Ziyan didn't care at all, she still picked me up as before. I didn't quietly leave until my new assistant was in place. She is really a good friend and a very kind person." Qing Huan paused, and there was a hint of gloom in her tone, "But, such a kind person People, people who have always insisted on showing tenderness to everyone, have severe depression."
"I heard from others that Ziyan's illness started about five years ago, and no one knows what happened to her. I heard from Xiaoye that she collapsed at that time and lived in the psychiatry department of the hospital for a period of time. She barely recovered after the treatment. But later in the entertainment industry, her company did not treat her as a normal artist at all, and let the marketing account send her to the black and red route. She suffered all kinds of unprovoked abuse every day. Malicious abuse. I don't know when it started, but her depression has relapsed. Sometimes I go to sit in her room, and I can see a lot of drugs for depression on her table. Her eyes are also dodgy, like being A cat stepping on its tail, every moment's hair is taut."
"I heard that she married Bai Jinqiu a while ago. I thought she had finally found someone she liked, and maybe she could slowly get out of such a bad state. But... Ever since I met her and Teacher Bai, I felt her The relationship between the two is not normal. Ziyan is much thinner than before, and people are more tense. I was worried about her, and I just heard their conversation like that... I... "
Nanyang listened silently without speaking.
She knew that Qinghuan regarded Cen Ziyan as a true friend, so the pain that Cen Ziyan was suffering would also become a knot in Qinghuan's heart. She doesn't care about Cen Ziyan and Bai Jinqiu, but she cares about Qinghuan, so what Qinghuan cares about will become part of her need to care.
"Qing Huan," Nan Yang said softly, "the journey is still long, maybe, in the next month, we can help her."
Qing Huan opened her eyes in surprise. This was the first time she heard the words of helping others from Nan Yang's mouth.
Nanyang is a person who doesn't care about anything. Her pale eyes will only make waves when she sees candied haws, game consoles, and herself. She told Nanyang that she didn't want any advice, but these words were kept in her stomach, and she had to find someone close to vomit. She never expected that Nan Yang would actually offer to help Cen Ziyan.
"Why... do you want to help her?" Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang suspiciously.
Nanyang pursed the corners of his lips, raised his light eyes like tea, and looked back at Qinghuan lightly, "She is a friend you care about, isn't she."
Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and the frozen sadness in her eyes swayed. After a while, it turned into a soft tenderness: "Because you are my friend, so you also want to help her?"
Nanyang turned his head away, looked at the gourd chicken in front of him, and hummed.
Qing Huan couldn't help laughing, and her voice was full of coursing: "You like me so much, so much that you are willing to let go of your body and care about my friend?"
"Yes, that's how I like you."
Nanyang picked up the chopsticks, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips. It was rare that he was not so serious, "What makes you still doubt this?"
"Hmph." Qing Huan hummed and came over with chopsticks, "Okay, let's eat first."
Haojing is an ancient city with a long history, and the food seems to have accumulated thousands of years of style. It is crispy, salty, spicy, and sweet. Nanyang ate the two cakes, half the gourd chicken, half a bowl of rice pudding, and one roujiamo.
Qing Huan originally thought that Nanyang was just addicted to sweets, but later found out that she not only likes sweets, but all delicious things. Whether it was the original hot pot or the snacks in front of her, as long as it was delicious food, she was very interested.
I love eating so much, yet I am still so thin, how did I do it
"Hey, I never asked you, how tall are you?" Qing Huan took a tissue and helped Nan Yang wipe off the sauce on the side of her face.
Nanyang swallowed the food in his mouth and answered truthfully: "170 cm."
"Then... how about the weight?"
"46 kilograms."
"How did you stay in shape?" Qing Huan asked curiously, "I told you to go to the gym with me for a run, but you didn't go. I haven't seen you exercise before, but you've always been so thin and have abs. Incredible."
Since Nanyang used the ban 3,000 years ago, his body has not changed at all, his height and weight have not changed, and even the length of his hair and nails has not changed. It's normal for her not to be fat.
"It's a pity to not be an artist with your physique." Qing Huan sighed.
"Is this bad?" Nan Yang finally got his fill and put down his chopsticks, "So, when you see me, I always look the best."
"Then... I don't know if I have the honor tonight to be with the most beautiful Boss Nan..." Qing Huan slowed down, her eyes curled up like a little fox, "... how about spending time together?"
She concealed her apprehension with an extremely ambiguous tone.
She still remembered Nan Yang's two rejections when she took the initiative to court him last time. She didn't know if Nanyang was still thinking about that old friend, and she wasn't sure if she would reject her like last time. When she asked this sentence, she mustered a lot of courage. She longed to do something close to her, but she didn't want to see Nanyang make unnecessary compromises in order to accommodate herself. So she stared at Nanyang's eyes tightly, if there was a little bit of reluctance in her eyes, she would not continue to ask.
Nan Yang's eyes were as indifferent as usual, nothing eager or unpleasant, he just said, "Then I'll go take a shower first."
Qing Huan asked uncertainly, "You agreed?"
Nanyang looked at her with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Should I... refuse?"
Qing Huan hurriedly shook her head: "No, that's not what I meant..."
Nanyang hummed, then got up warmly and walked to the bathroom, grabbing the bathrobe.
Qinghuan's head was dizzy, and she was still wondering whether Nanyang's too plain expression was willing or unwilling. The thorn hidden in the heart moved faintly again, and the slender end provoked the soft flesh in her heart, causing her to carry pain that could not be ignored in her anticipation, and the emotions intertwined with joy and bitterness were like a boundless wad. The sea, wrapped her almost suffocating.
After Nanyang finished taking a bath, she also went to take a bath.
When taking a shower, she tried desperately to tell herself that she needed to focus on forgetting those random thoughts, and she couldn't let her own evil thoughts mixed with such beautiful things.
When Qing Huan came out after washing, she saw Nan Yang leaning against the bedside to look at the Kindle.
The pure white bathrobe fit snugly on her snow-like pure skin, as if a porcelain-white spoon was holding warm milk, making it impossible to tell which one was whiter for a while. The long black straight hair hangs down in front, and a curly wave rolls up along the graceful ups and downs of the chest, full and charming.
The hand holding the Kindle was lifted at will, and the slender white fingers gently hooked, and pulled a few strands of soft black hair that blocked his vision behind his ears, revealing a tight and neat jawline and a dazzling gleam of cold light beside his ears. diamond.
This woman is so beautiful.
It looks utterly messed up.
"Nanyang." She called her name.
Nanyang raised his eyes, his light brown pupils reflected the warm light on the head of the bed, "Huh?"
Qing Huan stood at the door of the bathroom, barefooted on a small carpet, and said softly, "Put me to bed."
Nanyang put down his Kindle obediently and walked over slowly.
After approaching, she saw that Qinghuan's ankles and insteps were still stained with water droplets. After watching for two seconds, she suddenly squatted down, her tall figure curled up into a small shadow, like a pilgrim bowing his head under the skirt of an angel.
Nan Yang buried his head, grabbed the cuff of his nightgown with his index and middle fingers, and guided the soft cloth to carefully wipe Qing Huan's slender ankles.
The convex arc of the ankle bone is as delicate as a carefully polished jade carving, and a thin layer of skin on the surface covers the beautiful jade.
"Good-looking feet."
Nanyang spit out three words.
Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was praising herself, her face flushed, her toes shrank, avoiding Nan Yang's hand.
Nanyang stretched forward, his cold palm pressed against Qing Huan's ankle and held it tightly.
"Not dry yet."
Qing Huan twisted her calf and her face turned even redder: "Aren't you a clean freak?"
Nanyang pulled her ankle in front of him, and continued to wipe the water droplets on the instep with his cuff, with a soft and soft voice, "Qing Huan, you are the cleanest person in the world."
Qing Huan was unsteady on one foot, with both hands by her side, her fingers curled up to support the wall behind her. Hearing Nan Yang's words, her heart and body were so soft that she almost couldn't hold it.
Nanyang dried her ankles, stood up, wrapped her arms around her waist and bent her legs, and gently hugged her horizontally.
"Nanyang..."
Qing Huan nestled in her soft arms, closed her eyes and buried her face in the cool shoulder socket.
"Huh?" Nanyang put her on the bed, without letting go of her, he lay down following her posture and hugged her back tightly.
Qing Huan was silent for a while, and her soft and charming voice sounded like a mosquito:
"Tonight... you want me."
Nanyang kissed her curly hair and replied, "Okay, I want you."
Qing Huan's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
They have done it many times in the past, but it was all she wanted Nanyang. She has always been the one who took the initiative between the two.
Nanyang is too boring, maybe because he is used to being served, so he always quietly waits for him to kiss her in bed. If he doesn't ask for it, Nanyang may really never remember her for the rest of his life. need to be loved.
In fact, it's not that Nanyang doesn't want her.
She loved her so much, for three thousand years, how could she not want to touch her? But she wasn't sure if Qing Huan was ready, and she didn't dare to ask, let alone offend. So she can only wait, wait for Qing Huan to nod, and only after obtaining her permission can she take this last step.
Her fingers wrapped around the knot of the bathrobe belt behind her, and with a gentle pull, the slender belt was easily untied. Nanyang lowered his head, and his soft lips touched the tip of her ear and fell to the earlobe, kissing the sensitive part behind her ear.
The person in his arms was stimulated, and instantly shrank into a ball, like a frightened little fox.
Nanyang kept stroking her back in a soothing manner, carefully taking off her nightgown little by little. In the process of fading, Qing Huan's trembling became more and more severe, Nan Yang's touch not only did not relax her, but made her more and more nervous, so nervous that all her emotions that were hidden in her heart poured out.
The more gentle Nanyang treats her, the more afraid she is, afraid that such a good person will leave her one day. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold her, because she didn't know who else Nanyang had in the past, she didn't know if there was another person in Nanyang's heart, and she didn't know how much weight she and that person had in Nanyang's heart. Which is heavier. The more confused she is, the more frightened she is.
Nanyang noticed something, moved for a while, and an uncertain voice came from behind:
"Are you... crying?"
Qing Huan covered her mouth, trying her best to suppress the choked sob in her throat.
Nanyang turned her over and let her face him, his eyes full of guilt: "I'm sorry, don't you like it?"
"No, no..." Qing Huan shook her head vigorously.
"What's the matter?" Nanyang asked her patiently.
Qing Huan cried and leaned forward, hugging Nan Yang's neck tightly, unable to hold back any longer, sobbing out the deepest stumbling block in her heart:
"I, I'm afraid... I'm afraid you like others, I don't want you to like others, Nanyang, I think you only like me, I think you only have me in your heart, only me... Only me... "
"Why are you suddenly afraid of this?" Nanyang was at a loss by the sudden collapse of Qinghuan. She didn't know what she was doing wrong, which gave Qinghuan the illusion that she would change her mind.
Qing Huan just cried, crying and begging her.
"Nanyang, please, don't you like others, okay? I beg you, you only like me, okay?"
Such a humble begging, like a small animal wagging its tail and begging for pity, desperately knelt on the ground, begging for a corner of eternity beside her.
Nanyang hugged her back, frowning in distress.
How is she going to comfort her
How could she be such a bad-mouthed person to comfort a girl
Nan Yang tightened his arms, trying to find the most beautiful sentence in his lack of love words, thinking back and forth, repeating it, for fear that the inappropriate word would make the woman in his arms feel false and fishy.
For a long time, she used a rare soft voice to joke with Qinghuan:
"Qing Huan, do you know what the statue is made of?"
Qing Huan was stunned for a while, distracted by Nanyang's erratic question, and hesitantly said, "The statue? Is it big or made of marble?"
"Well," Nanyang asked again, "then do you know what the clock on the ancient city wall is made of?"
"… copper?"
"Yes, copper."
Nanyang pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "Then, do you know what I do?"
Qing Huan stared at her with a pair of hazy teary eyes.
Nanyang paused, as if brewing. After a long while, the thin lips parted slightly, and uttered an extremely awkward and clumsy love sentence—
"Qinghuan, I am a pile of broken and useless pieces. When you need someone to love you, I was pieced together by God."
Qing Huan's eyes shuddered.
Nanyang also seemed to feel that it was embarrassing for such words to appear in her own mouth. She was not good at speaking these sweet words that were too straightforward, and her eyes were a little red with embarrassment. But when she looked at this woman who was worried about gain and loss, she felt that she could put aside any face and dignity for the time being, as long as she could make her happy, she could do anything.
Nanyang restrained his discomfort, the tips of his ears flushed, and he asked carefully, "If I say this, will you be happier?"
Qing Huan felt her heartbeat speeding up instantly, she turned her head to the side, rubbed her tears on the pillow, and her voice was gloomy: "I'm just afraid, you like someone else..."
"Don't be afraid."
Nanyang held her finger and placed it on his chest reverently, his eyes drooping slightly, and he said word by word:
"I only love you in my life."
"I love you and it will never change."
"It won't change it won't change."
"Trust me. Even if I'm broken and shattered, every piece is loyal."