I, Qinghuan

In the afternoon, the sponsor dress that Xiaoye said was delivered.It just so happened that there was no announcement today, so Zhu Qinghuan held the two big boxes and stood at the door of Nanyang's bedroom hesitating, wondering whether he should knock or not.

Nan Yang was sitting on the window sill reading a book. She listened to the dangling footsteps outside the door, but did not take the initiative to open the door.She gave Qing Huan the choice of meeting, and when Qing Huan was ready to meet her, she would open the door, and if Qing Huan didn't want to see her after thinking about it, then she wouldn't bother.

It's just that the book in my hand hasn't turned a page for a long time.

The door was knocked at last.Nan Yang hooked her lips as if relieved, put down her book and went to the door, and opened it for Qing Huan.

Zhu Qinghuan hugged the dress box, pondered for a moment, and said, "I heard from Xiaoye that you promised to attend that charity dinner?"

Nan Yang hummed.

"You have to be prepared. The heat of our marriage news is still high now. Once you show your face, your life will definitely not be peaceful in the future." When Zhu Qinghuan spoke, her charming eyebrows and eyes were warm and soft. Sunglasses, it’s impossible to go to shopping malls or restaurants openly, and when you go out, people will stare at you and even harass you, do you really think about it?”

Nan Yang looked at the dress box in her arms, and smiled very shallowly: "I've been staying at home since then."

"Don't go out for the rest of your life?" Zhu Qinghuan was helpless.

Nan Yang was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "As long as you can go home, I will stay at home for the rest of my life, so there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.

lifetime?

She immediately smiled, look, the "lifetime" that the rich people talk about is so easy, you can casually make a promise to someone you have just met for a short time.The words are really sweet, if other women hear such words, they will probably be deceived into tears.

"Do you want to try on clothes?" Nan Yang interrupted her thoughts.

Zhu Qinghuan suppressed her emotions and nodded: "Well, the dress sent by the sponsor."

"Try in my room or in your room?"

"……It will be all right."

"Then come in."

Zhu Qinghuan walked in with Nan Yang in a daze, without thinking that they could try it in their own rooms.

The box was opened, and there were two couple-style red long dresses inside. There was no other color, pure red, simple tailoring, and well-designed stitching, which matched Zhu Qinghuan's beautiful face. Her temperament was tailor-made.It's a pity that the sponsor has never seen Nan Yang and gave her the same red dress.If the designer saw Nanyang, who was as cold as snow with his own eyes, he would really want to put this red dress into a dye vat and turn it into white immediately.

Nan Yang usually only wears white shirts, she doesn't wear white T-shirts, she only wears shirts, and the colors of the shirts are at best the difference between snow white, tea white, moon white, and pale.If she needs to wear a coat or a down jacket, it must be white. It doesn't matter what white it is, except for the trousers, it must be white anyway.Zhu Qinghuan was worried that she would not be able to accept this dress, "Why don't I ask them to change it..."

"Why do you need to change it?" Nan Yang bent down, touched the soft fabric in the box lightly with his fingertips, his face was expressionless, "Do you think it won't look good on me?"

"No..." Zhu Qinghuan pursed her lips, "As long as you can accept it."

"acceptable."

Nan Yang looked at the dress for a while, then suddenly straightened up, and began to take off her clothes quietly.

She lowered her eyes, her complexion was normal, and she unbuttoned the white shirt one by one with her slender fingers, revealing the white underwear inside.She is very thin, and her skin is cold white, the kind of delicate color that can only be grown without sunlight all year round, but there are many long strips of scars on such delicate skin, which look like they were scratched by some sharp weapon.After taking off her shirt, she began to take off her pants. Once the zipper of the black leggings was unzipped, she revealed a flat and tight belly. The sunlight outside the window slanted, outlining the beautiful outline of the "Chuan" abs, and that Tiny, soft, downy hairs on a patch of skin.

A good-looking body must be exercised regularly, every protruding bone texture is so perfect.

It is really rare for a 35-year-old body to be maintained like this.

Zhu Qinghuan hadn't reacted yet, she was staring closely at every move of a woman changing clothes, watching her take off herself bit by bit until only her underwear was left, she didn't seem to realize that this was a very useless thing ceremony.

The dress was a tube top style, Nan Yang's fingers caught the button of her underwear, and was about to unbutton it, but after another pause, she turned her head and looked at Zhu Qinghuan: "Should I take it off?"

Zhu Qinghuan snapped back to her senses, quickly withdrew her gaze, and said hastily: "You...you don't need it first, I will let them send you the invisible underwear for the dress tomorrow."

Why did she stay here to watch Nan Yang change clothes?

How could such an intimate and sexual thing happen between them?

Zhu Qinghuan picked up her dress box, and walked straight to the door regardless of what Nan Yang was doing.Her mind was in a mess, and she even forgot that someone might see Nan Yang naked from outside the moment she opened the door, so she just left.Fortunately, I can still remember to close the door when I leave.

Nan Yang watched her leave suddenly, and stopped taking the dress.

Is Qinghuan... shy?

When she left, it seemed that there was a little red on her ears.

After a long time, Nan Yang smiled lightly, lowered his head, and gently stroked his shoulder blades, collarbone, and lower abdomen with his fingers.

She didn't know how many times she had kissed these places, and now, she felt shy just looking at them.

Nan Yang's fingers slowly moved up again, and when they reached the position of the heart on the left chest, the emotion in his eyes suddenly paused, and then gradually cooled down, condensing into ice.

The fingertips moved slightly, and tremblingly touched a scar there.

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Soon it was time for the dinner party.

During the day, Zhu Qinghuan went to catch up with two more announcements, Xiaoye followed her around, and sent her home in the afternoon, she almost went back to her room, changed her dress, put on her makeup, and then came out again up.

Nan Yang has already changed into her dress and is waiting for her in the living room ahead of time.

When Zhu Qinghuan went downstairs, she saw Nan Yang in a long red dress, and she lost her mind for a moment.

It's strange, even though this woman is wearing red, she still feels that she is cold, untouched, like a handful of snow wrapped in flames.The extreme contrast between the person and the clothes makes her look more mysterious and charming, making people unconsciously want to get closer to her, to see the cold white skin on her neck and shoulders, to see the smudges on her lower lip after she pursed her lips. Contaminated with a little watery wet mark.It seems that only by looking at her like this can one be sure that she is a real woman.

So lovely.It's good to see that Zhu Qinghuan doesn't really want to take Nan Yang out.

She didn't know what kind of psychology she had, and she couldn't figure it out herself.

Maybe people will instinctively have exclusive thoughts about things that are too beautiful.

She didn't have time to stay in a daze for too long, Xiaoye's WeChat was buzzing non-stop.Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly walked to the gate and called Nan Yang: "Let's go, hurry up, it's too late."

Nan Yang followed behind her without saying a word.

The two got into the nanny car that Xiaoye parked at the door.Xiaoye turned her head from the driver's seat and saw Nan Yang who was closing the door, she was stunned: "Which artist are you? Why are you at Zhu Zhu's house?"

Nan Yang lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I'm not an artist."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Xiaoye recognized her voice. In the past two days, Nan Yang had been calling herself to tell Zhu Zhu something.Xiaoye opened her mouth wide, big enough to stuff three eggs, and the two words that Zhu Qinghuan said to herself that day echoed back and forth in her mind——

"Ugly."

She was wrong.It turns out that beauty and money can really exist at the same time.

"Boss Nan, Nan, Nan, I..." Xiaoye couldn't hold back the smile on her face excitedly, "I didn't expect it, you...you...it's an honor to meet you, you are so beautiful! I really didn't expect... "

"Xiaoye, let's drive, we're going to be late." Zhu Qinghuan thoughtfully reminded Xiaoye that they were going to be late soon.

Xiaoye glared at Zhu Qinghuan, as if blaming her for talking about Nan Yang's appearance outside and spreading bad remarks.

"Zhuzhu, I'm serious," Xiaoye started the engine, "I think your fans who are out of the hole are going to come back soon. As long as the photos of you two are posted on Weibo, the group of women who originally called your wife Fans, will wish to become your rival in love."

"Really?" Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile, "Then they have all become my rivals in love, wouldn't they want to make me worse?"

Xiaoye opened her mouth, speechless.

Nan Yang didn't speak the whole time, but just stared at Zhu Qinghuan closely, noticing the tired bloodshot eyes in her eyes.

I've been working all day, so I'm tired.

"Sleep for a while." Nan Yang said suddenly.

"I'm fine, not very sleepy." Zhu Qinghuan forced a smile.

Whether she is sleepy or not, Nan Yang knows better than herself.In the past years, they have been facing each other day and night for more than ten years, and she can know what she is thinking at the moment with just a look in the eyes or the ups and downs of the corners of the lips.

When Qing Huan was sleepy, she would become a little dazed, but she especially liked to be brave.Once, she was pouring sugar into Nanyang's milk, her eyes were as dull as a dead person.Nan Yang said, go to sleep for a while, I don't need to drink milk, she shook her head with difficulty and said, I am not sleepy, Master must drink milk before going to bed.Then, within two seconds of her saying this, her head fell and fell into the milk bowl.Nan Yang frantically fished her face out of the milk. When she was fished out, she was still awake.

Zhu Qinghuan stretched her sleepy eyelids and glanced at Nan Yang: "...Are you without makeup?"

Nan Yang did not wear makeup.She doesn't need to be transformed either, every detail of that face is just right, there is no need for decoration.

"I don't know how to put on makeup." Nan Yang replied.

Xiaoye interjected: "Anyway, I'm going to be in the mirror soon, why don't Boss Nan put on some lipstick?"

Zhu Qinghuan looked up at her: "Do you want it? I have it in my bag."

Nan Yang was silent for a moment, and said, "If you want me to paint, I will."

"Then put it on." After a while, all the female stars present must have put on lipstick. If Nan Yang didn't put it on, he would still be more or less pale.

"I don't know how to paint, you help me."

Nan Yang said lightly.

She really doesn't know it, she has never even touched this kind of thing, if she does it by herself, her trembling hands are afraid that she will smear it like a bloody mouth.

"……All right."

Sure enough, Zhu Qinghuan agreed gently, she took out her cosmetic bag and asked Nan Yang to choose the color, and Nan Yang asked her to choose.So she picked a Dior color number 740, which was a cold maple leaf color, dark red with warm brown orange, and it was the same color as their dress.

Zhu Qinghuan twisted out a little lipstick, turned sideways, and helped Nan Yang apply lipstick with her tired eyes.

She was so sleepy that when she lowered her eyes to stare at Nan Yang's lips, they were basically closed.

Looking at her sleepy look, Nan Yang couldn't speak, after all, her mouth was still covered with that sticky lip gloss.Seeing that the part of Zhu Qinghuan's eyes opened became smaller and smaller, finally, the hand holding the lipstick dropped down.What hangs down together is her heavy head.

Nan Yang immediately raised his right hand to catch her face.

It really "caught" the "face", the soft cheeks were tightly attached to Nan Yang's cold palm, the weight of the whole head was placed on Nan Yang's hand, the soft flesh on the side of the face squeezed cutely, The lips were squeezed a little bit.

When her hand was lowered, a line of lipstick was drawn on the corner of Nan Yang's mouth.

Nan Yang didn't mind her face getting dirty, she just quietly looked at Qing Huan who was sleeping in her palm, without blinking or blinking.

After a while, the corners of her lips finally couldn't help but curl up slowly.

This was the first time she had such a gentle smile on her face when there were outsiders.

Why is he still a child who sleeps as soon as he says he sleeps?

Xiaoye peeked into the rear row in the rearview mirror, and she saw Nan Yang just holding Qing Huan's small face in her arms, holding Qing Huan's face steadily, without moving, it seemed that Qing Huan was the only one in her eyes.Nan Yang looked at the person in his hand with a smile on his face, raised his other hand, and gently wiped off the lipstick on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, as if wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

Xiaoye finds this action inexplicably sexy.

The car was driven for an hour, and Nan Yang just held it for an hour.

For an entire hour, without moving.

Xiaoye still maintained a calm expression on her face, her heart had already exploded.

an hour!Don't your hands hurt? !How could there be such a gentle person in the world! ! !