I, Qinghuan

After finishing the porridge, Nan Yang sent Qing Huan back to her room.

Qing Huan, who had eaten, seemed to be in much better condition, but still had a low fever.Nan Yang took her a wet towel and put it on her head, and poured a basin of cold water and put it on the stool beside the bed for the convenience of rinsing the towel.

The capsule she had taken earlier worked, and she soon became dizzy.

Nan Yang bent over, stroked her hair, and asked softly, "Do you want me to stay with you?"

She shook her head dimly.

"Okay, then call me if you feel uncomfortable, I can hear you."

His half-dozed eyes were completely closed.

Nan Yang's fingertips stopped on her hair, and she could only touch her like this when she was struggling.Nan Yang pursed her lips tightly, her eyes lingering on this familiar face.Such eyebrows, such eyes, obviously she has kissed them countless times, but now she dared to stare at her for a while even when she was asleep.

Never mind, though, she's already her wife, and they've got a long time to go.

Nan Yang grabbed the strand of curly hair spread out on the pillow, bowed her head, and kissed the soft end of the hair.

Yes, hair ends.

She didn't dare to kiss her forehead, nor her cheek, even the top of her hair, because Qing Huan would feel it if she kissed there.She was thankful that there were no tactile nerves distributed in her hair, kissing at the end of her hair, only she would know the beauty of this moment.

After the kiss, she felt a little frivolous again, and her ears turned red.

She returned to her room, did not take off her white shirt to change into pajamas after washing, but sat upright on the corner of the bed, listening to the movement next door.She was afraid that Qinghuan would wake up again in the middle of the night.

That night, Nan Yang sat there without moving.She poured all the internal energy of her body into her ears, listening to the faint sound of sleeping breath, she lowered her eyes, the satisfaction welling up from her heart in her eyes.

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The next morning, Zhu Qinghuan woke up.She slept well last night, and the fever subsided when she got up in the morning. She rubbed her dizzy head and went downstairs, trying to get herself a cup of hot water.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw a bowl of porridge on the dining table from a distance.

Zhu Qinghuan's sleepy head froze for a moment.

She really did it?

Zhu Qinghuan picked up the kettle on the tea table and poured herself a glass of water.After drinking the water, she couldn't help but glance at the steaming bowl of porridge.Did Nan Yang say last night that she won't put any more seasonings?

Zhu Qinghuan licked her lips, walked over slowly, and carefully glanced at the things in the bowl.It looks normal, neither thick nor thin. If you really just cook the rice and water together, it should be...

Do you want to try it?

The first two times of Nanyang's dark cooking left her with psychological scars. This time she basically picked up the spoon with an expression of resignation, scooped up half of it, and cautiously stuck out the tip of her tongue to touch the few grains. rice.

Really completely tasteless.

For the first time, she thought it would be perfect to have no taste.

Zhu Qinghuan sat down at the table, dragged the bowl to her, and ate spoonful after spoonful.She noticed that there was still a notebook beside the table, it was the notebook Nan Yang used to write down the porridge recipe yesterday, so she took it over and opened it to read.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help frowning.

This word is too ugly.

Crooked, like a bug crawling, her writing is still traditional, which is even uglier.They all say that their handwriting is like a person's, so why is it that Nan Yang's face is not bad, and his handwriting is so insane?No matter how ugly ordinary people write, at least they can understand what they are writing. I am afraid that no one can understand the word Nan Yang except herself.

The phone suddenly rang.Zhu Qinghuan swallowed the porridge, and seeing that it was Qi Yi's call, she connected it and turned on the speakerphone, so as not to delay eating.

"Zhu Zhu, have you read Weibo?" Qi Yi seemed to be eating breakfast too, speaking vaguely.

"Just woke up, what's wrong?"

"The news of your marriage to Boss Nan has been exposed, and it's on the hot search. Half an hour ago it was 'boiling', but now it's 'exploding'. Your square is in a mess now, and everyone knows top stream Xiaohua Zhu Qinghuan married into a wealthy family at the age of 24, quickly take a look at your comment area, your fans are crying and cursing."

Zhu Qinghuan sighed.

"Sooner or later, I have received the certificate, and I can't cover it."

It's normal for fans to cry for their father and mother. The company gave her a sloppy girlfriend, and the comment area is usually where wives and wives look at each other. Now it must have become a scene of a large-scale broken relationship.After all, she is a traffic star, announcing her relationship or marriage news will cause a large number of fans to turn her fans back, and even the anti-criminal website will be more lazy than usual.There is no way, I used my girlfriend's personality to eat the dividends of the fan economy, and I will definitely suffer backlash when I get married.And for a long time before, in order to praise her, Mei Zhongli spent money almost every two days to send her a hot search. The hot search can increase the popularity, but it is inevitable that people will be disgusted and destroy part of it. Popularity.She has always had a lot of black fans, and this is an opportunity to have a wild carnival.

I also want to know that the wedding news exposure is a matter of Mei Zhongli and her company Xiaotian Entertainment. They never ask her about this kind of thing. Anyway, her account password is controlled by the company, and the company boss and Mei Zhong Li is an old friend again, so what can she influence.

"I see that everyone in your square scolds you for marrying a 35-year-old woman for money. They say that you are old, fat, ugly, and have special hobbies. They say that you sold your body to others for fame and fortune. An aunt," Qi Yi's chewing voice became louder, "so what does Boss Nan look like? Is he really a middle-aged aunt?"

The corners of Zhu Qinghuan's lips raised unconsciously, and her voice was soft: "No..."

"No?"

"She's pretty."

Zhu Qinghuan gently rubbed the handle of the spoon with her index finger and thumb.

"I'm 35 years old, no matter how good-looking I can see where to go..."

At this time, the phone beeped again, indicating that there was a new incoming call.Zhu Qinghuan took a look, it was Xiaoye, and said to Qi Yi, "Xiaoyi, I have a work call."

"Go ahead and talk later."

After connecting to Xiaoye's phone, the sound of gnawing instant noodles came out of the receiver.

"Zhuzhu, you have seen the draft, right? It's about your wedding news. We searched for a wave of hot searches in the early hours of the night. You know, suppress the black entry and put the blessing entry on the top. Originally, I wanted to share with you You said it, but Boss Nan called us in advance and said that you were sick, so please don't bother you."

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned, pursed her lips, and asked after a while, "How did she know?"

"Maybe I heard what Mr. Mei said. Mr. Mei will expose your marriage news, and he will definitely inform Boss Nan."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan was silent.

"Let me tell you a good thing. There will be a celebrity dinner in Mingdu Building in two days. It's charity-themed. The scale is very large. The list of celebrities invited can cover the whole room, and the sponsors are also in place. You bring Boss Nan to attend Come on, you just announced your marriage news, the heat is just right, don't show your face, the more you don't show your face, the more you will be blackmailed, you know?"

"You can arrange these things." Zhu Qinghuan was noncommittal.

"Okay, just right, you and your boss Nan donate some money. Doing charity is a good opportunity to shut up the Internet trolls." There was another gurgling sound from Xiaoye's side, "I will tell you the specific time and The location will be sent to you in a while, and I will send the clothes from the sponsors first, you two try the size, don't come near and take out the basket."

"I see." Zhu Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Nan Yang...is she really willing to appear in front of the media?"

Nan Yang seems to love to be clean. Once she is exposed to the camera, her life is bound to become noisy.Zhu Qinghuan felt that she didn't seem like a troublemaker, and she should also understand that the entertainment circle was the most messy right and wrong.

"Yeah, Boss Nan called us and said that she would attend with you," Xiaoye chuckled, "I guess she saw the comments on Weibo scolding you, saying that your sugar daddy got a sugar daddy. Middle-aged aunt or something, she might come out and want to say something for you, who knows."

Zhu Qinghuan's nails were on the handle of the spoon, and her eyelashes trembled.