I, Qinghuan

Later, Nan Yang received a call.

She hung up on an unfamiliar number.

After a while, the number called again.Generally, salespeople don't stare at a person so persistently, it should be someone who really wants to ask her for something.Nan Yang connected the phone and put it to his ear.

"Hello? Nan, Boss Nan?" A familiar voice came, with a little excitement in his tone, "I'm Xiaoye. Last time I accompanied you and Zhuzhu to a dinner party, do you remember me?"

"Hmm. Is there something wrong?"

Nan Yang was taking off his clothes, but when he heard that the other party was Zhu Qinghuan's assistant, Xiao Ye, he stopped unbuttoning the buttons. The shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing a large piece of cold white skin and half of a slender collarbone.

"Well, our company has something to ask you. Mr. Mei agreed with our boss that you will cooperate with us in positively promoting your marriage with Zhuzhu, that is... You see, Zhuzhu has been in the team for a week. No, you don’t come to visit a class, so the media will guess again. And Zhuzhu’s Weibo comments are all messages asking her to post photos of you together. Our company also thinks it’s okay to post a wave. See if you are Have time……"

"Send me the address."

Nan Yang spit out five words bluntly.

Xiaoye was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect it to go so smoothly, she hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay, I'll send you a text message later, and I'll send you the shooting location and the hotel we stayed in."

"Well, I'll be there in a while."

"Then you rest first, I'll..." Xiaoye suddenly realized what Nan Yang said just now, "What?! Are you coming over tonight?"

"Ah."

"But it's already night..."

"Is she inconvenient?"

"Is it convenient--" Xiaoye's voice hesitated, and the ending sound was very long, as if she was waiting for someone's response. After a while, she suddenly laughed, "It's convenient, it's convenient, you come."

"it is good."

Nan Yang hung up the phone, glanced at himself in disheveled clothes, and buttoned back the buttons he had just undone one by one.

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Xiaoye looked curiously at Zhu Qinghuan who was staring at the script on the sofa.She seemed absorbed in watching, not moving, not even drinking water.But after looking carefully for a while, I found that she didn't turn the page at all, and she didn't even move her eyes up and down.

"Zhuzhu, are you in a daze?" Xiaoye asked carefully.

Zhu Qinghuan's eyes finally moved, she picked up her phone and checked the time, it was already ten o'clock.

"Why don't you go to sleep first." Zhu Qinghuan put down her phone, her face expressionless.

"No, I'm not sleepy, I have nothing to do when I go back, I'll wait with you." Xiaoye laughed like a dog.

Zhu Qinghuan frowned: "What are you waiting for with me?"

"Wait for Boss Nan to come. You have been sitting here without going to sleep, aren't you waiting for her?"

Xiaoye thought that Zhu Qinghuan would deny it directly, and then said something or nothing to change the topic.But Zhu Qinghuan just pursed her lips, lowered her eyelashes, said nothing, and continued to flip through the script in her hand.

Xiaoye yawned, sat cross-legged and played a mobile game.

Time walked slowly, and gradually passed zero.

Xiaoye's eyes were dazzled by the beating, and finally won a victory. After cutting out the game, it was already 12:30.She yawned again: "Zhuzhu, let's go to bed. I don't think Boss Nan will come over today. It will take her an hour to come here by plane. Counting the travel time, it will only take two and a half hours. She If you come here, you should arrive at 09:30. She hasn't come yet, so she must be asleep, so let's go to bed too."

Zhu Qinghuan's fingertips rested on a page of the script, and she tightened her grip.

"Go to sleep, I'll wait."

"You still have a show tomorrow morning."

"fine."

"Well, don't wait too late, it's almost here."

Zhu Qinghuan put down the script, "Then I'll go wash up first." When she got up, she found that her legs were numb from sitting.

Xiaoye yawned and nodded.

Zhu Qinghuan walked to the toilet, ready to wash up.Xiaoye's footsteps had already reached the door, and after a while of opening the door, Xiaoye's surprised voice suddenly came:

"Boss Nan, you are here!"

Zhu Qinghuan's back froze, and after a while, she slowly turned around.

Xiaoye brought Nan Yang in.Nan Yang's white down jacket hat was still buttoned on her head, and a fluffy collar surrounded her jade-white face. She didn't carry any bag in her hand, she only carried a thermos bucket. It's cold.

Nan Yang put down the thermos, and said to Zhu Qinghuan while taking off her clothes: "I came here on the expressway, the delay was a bit long, sorry for disturbing your sleep."

Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip and remained silent for a long time.After a while, he asked softly, "Why don't you take the plane?"

Nan Yang hung the down jacket on the hanger at the door, and there was still a snow-white shirt inside.She picked up the thermos, walked over and handed it to Zhu Qinghuan, and said in a flat tone, "I cooked porridge for you, and I won't let you take it on the plane, so I can only drive by myself."

Xiaoye clearly saw that Zhu Qinghuan's eyes were lost for a moment.

But soon, that emotion disappeared without a trace.

Zhu Qinghuan covered up her gaffe just now with a polite smile: "Thank you, but I can't eat this kind of carbohydrates at night."

Nan Yang was silent for a while, then lowered his head and touched the thermos.

The corner of her mouth seemed to sink, but she basically held back the moment she was thinking about it, and just hummed softly: "...You are right, you are an artist. Throw it away later. "

Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a while, before opening the toilet door: "Go take a bath. It's so cold, if you don't take a hot bath, you might catch a cold."

Nan Yang was taken aback for a rare moment.

bath?

She looked at her empty hands, and suddenly realized that she had nothing with her except a thermos.

"You didn't bring your toiletries and a change of clothes?" Zhu Qinghuan thought it was a little funny seeing her like that, "Are you here to deliver food?"

Nan Yang clenched her hand, frowned slightly, and began to think about changing her clothes.

Zhu Qinghuan stared at her for a while, smiled softly and sighed, and walked to her closet, "I'll bring you two new clothes that I haven't worn, there is a disposable toothbrush in the toilet, you use it first, I will ask Xiaoye to buy it for you tomorrow."

Nan Yang pursed her lips, "You mean... I live with you?"

"Well," Zhu Qinghuan nodded, "There are other crew members living in this hotel. If we live in two rooms, they may think that we are living apart."

"..."

Nan Yang didn't speak any more.

Zhu Qinghuan brought her the shirts, trousers and new underwear that she hadn't cut off the labels. Nan Yang took them without saying a word, and went into the bathroom silently.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Xiaoye who had been watching the show for a long time, and asked, "Why are you still here?"

Xiaoye was so happy watching, she even forgot how shameless it was for her to stay in the room of the newlyweds late at night. When reminded by Zhu Qinghuan, she hurriedly patted her thigh: "Yes, yes, I'll go I'm leaving! Good night!"

Xiaoye ran out slowly, and was stopped by Zhu Qinghuan just as she ran out the door.

"Wait a moment!"

Xiaoye turned her head and saw Zhu Qinghuan walking out with the thermos bucket, and gently stuffed it into her hand.

"This is...?" Xiaoye was puzzled.

"I'm trying to control my body fat and I can't eat this at night."

"So, do you want me to throw it away for you?" Xiaoye asked carefully.

"No, don't throw it away," Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip, lowered her eyes, her voice became much softer, "I'll heat it up and take it to the set tomorrow morning, I'll have it for breakfast."