I, Qinghuan

After sending Xiaoye away, Zhu Qinghuan sat back on the sofa, looked at the script, and waited for Nanyang to finish washing so she could go in and wash.

After half an hour, the bathroom door finally opened, and piles of mist gushed out from the moment it opened.Nan Yang walked out in the mist, her hair was wet and hanging on her shoulders, she was wearing Zhu Qinghuan's tea-white shirt, and she walked out with two slender, cold white legs bare.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but glanced at those seductive long legs, wondering: "Didn't I get you the pants?"

"broken."

Nan Yang answered briefly.

What Zhu Qinghuan brought her was a pair of loose ripped jeans, and she couldn't find any other new ones here.But obviously, a rigorous person like Nan Yang couldn't accept that a pair of pants could be torn like that, so she would rather be naked than wear that incomplete thing.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't stop looking at Nan Yang's chest again.When Nan Yang was walking, it was obvious that the place was trembling slightly, and the wet shirt also outlined the outline of the place beautifully.Zhu Qinghuan was puzzled again: "Where's the underwear? Didn't I get it for you too?"

"Small."

Another simple word.

Ok.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but glanced at Nan Yang's chest again, coughed dryly in her throat, turned her head away and dared not look again.

I don't want to wear the pants because I think they are too torn, and I don't want to wear underwear because I think they are too small, so now Nan Yang only wears a white shirt and a pair of underwear.Dressed like this, she still dangles in front of her eyes, holding a towel for a while, a hair dryer for a while, and bending down to pour a glass of water for a while.When she was pouring water, Zhu Qinghuan almost buried her face in the script page.

In fact, with Nan Yang's character, he would not allow himself to appear in such a disheveled place outside the bedroom.However, there are only Qing Huan and her in this room. Maybe now Qing Huan is not used to being so honest with Nan Yang, but thousands of years ago, they rolled the sheets countless times, not to mention legs and chest, She hasn't seen Nan Yang up and down.

But Zhu Qinghuan didn't know, she just felt that this woman seemed to be seducing herself.

Moreover, it seemed that he had indeed seduced her.

Zhu Qinghuan found it unbelievable that one day she would blush at a woman's body.Because she herself is already a perfect woman, her face and figure are outstanding, and it is enough to stand in front of the mirror and look at herself.But now she began to suspect that she had never been interested in women before, was it just because she hadn't met a better woman than her, so she didn't like it or looked down on her?Is it true that once a woman with a face and figure that surpasses her appears, she will actually be fascinated?

Moreover, she was still wearing such a loose white shirt.

It's too foul to wear a white shirt with bare legs.

Zhu Qinghuan was a little ashamed of her own thoughts. She buried her head and walked into the bedroom of the suite, took out a pillow and a quilt and put them on the sofa, and said to Nan Yang who was blowing her hair: "Do you sleep on the sofa or I sleep on the sofa?" Sleeping on the sofa?"

Nan Yang's hearing was affected by the roaring hair dryer. She turned off the hair dryer and asked, "What?"

"Do you sleep on the sofa or I sleep on the sofa?" Zhu Qinghuan repeated in a good-tempered manner.

Nan Yang held the warm hair dryer and nodded meekly: "I'll sleep."

Zhu Qinghuan paused, and then said: "You can go to the set with me tomorrow, there is an interview I want you to appear on camera, see if you want it, it's fine if you don't, I can refuse."

"willing."

she replied.

Zhu Qinghuan hummed, took her change of clothes and went to the bathroom, and started to take a shower as soon as the door was closed.

Nan Yang sat on the sofa and simply made his own bed.The quilt was lightly covered, and there was still the scent of her usual perfume on it. It was Kiehls musk perfume. It smelled of a very clear pen and ink fragrance, with a bit of cold sexiness in the simplicity.

Nan Yang turned off the light in the living room, covered her naked thighs with the quilt, and touched the quilt with her fingertips in a daze.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Those who still have the guts to disturb her in the middle of the night will be fine tomorrow night.

Nan Yang didn't want to pick it up, but it kept vibrating and was very annoying, so he picked it up anyway.

"Old Ancestor, I want to say good night to you. I have already knelt down here." Ming Wancheng added artificially: "Hurry up and ask me to excuse myself."

From her perfunctory tone, it can be heard how much she despises this kind of etiquette of the North Penalty.Nan Yang has always been kneeling wherever she goes, because in ancient times, there was a clear distinction between the superior and the inferior, and Nan Yang's status was high. All the disciples and even other sects in the Jianghu had to kneel down to greet her. More than 3000 years ago, everyone knelt down at Nanyang, so tomorrow night Cheng didn't think there was anything wrong, and knelt happily along with her, but now that she has accepted the influence of modern culture, she is not willing to be like Mei Zhongli and others. Kneeling and kneeling.

Even so, the cutscene must go, even if it is just "kneeling" on the lips.

"What's the matter?" Nan Yang casually picked at the quilt.

"I just asked someone to find out that Qi Yi is Zhu Qinghuan's friend, do you think it's a coincidence?" Cheng Cheng giggled tomorrow night, "My master and my little princess have become friends. Wouldn't it be more convenient?"

"...What do you want to say?" Nan Yang asked lightly.

"I need you to help me bridge the gap," Cheng Cheng sighed tomorrow night, "You don't know, Qi Yi's family is quite rich, although not as rich as Mei's, but the standard of living must be higher than most people. Moreover, she is from a scholarly family, her parents are both university professors, and she is also a teacher, and her family style is very elegant. How can I, a starlet like me, have the opportunity to know her? You have to help me."

"That's her friend, not mine, I can't decide."

"Aren't you both married now? What's yours and mine?"

"..." Nan Yang was silent.

"Old Ancestor, please, please, please, can I kneel down for you? If I really kneel down for you, I can take a photo and send it to you to show my sincerity! Please, please you..."

Tomorrow night, Cheng will start acting like a baby again. She used to act like this again and again to seek Nanyang's protection, otherwise Yuntang would have already opened her skin.

It turns out that if this trick worked 3000 years ago, it works just as well today.

"Ok."

Nan Yang agreed.

"Thank you, thank you, I knew that only the ancestors in the world are the best to me. I will kneel down here for you, and you should rest early!"

Nan Yang couldn't help hooking his lips: "Okay, you don't need to kneel. You can avoid kneeling in the future."

Tomorrow night Cheng was quiet for two seconds.

"Really?" There was disbelief in her voice.

"Hmm." In fact, Nan Yang didn't care much about this aspect at first.

"You should have been spared a long time ago, this is called feudal dross," Cheng Cheng smiled and snorted tomorrow, "You said that you have been kneeled by others all your life, I don't know when you will be able to taste the taste of kneeling others Son."

Kneel others.

The curvature of Nan Yang's lips froze.

Kneeling others?

Didn't she...haven't knelt down before?

The fingers on the quilt curled up, buckling the curved pattern.

The expression on Nan Yang's face gradually disappeared, and Ming Wancheng's voice gradually became blurred.

She knelt down.

Fingertips began to tremble slightly.The sense of humiliation that ran rampant in her blood at that time climbed into her heart familiarly.

At the beginning, Qing Huan found out that her true background was the young master of the evil sect, and knew that it was Bei Pei who killed her family in the name of decency more than ten years ago, so she insisted on severing ties with Nan Yang.Nan Yang was still seriously injured at that time, and she lay on the bed weakly to keep her, using all the words she could think of to keep her, and also using the most humble tone she could do.

But Qing Huan still has to leave.

So, Nan Yang dragged his three broken ribs and climbed down from the bed with difficulty, lowered his head that had been lonely all his life, bent his knees, and knelt down in front of Qing Huan.

She said: I used to be too dull and reserved, and I didn't say nice words of love to you, it was all my fault.Qinghuan, I love you, I only love you in this life, I love you the most, apart from you, I have no attachment in this world, don't leave me.

I beg you.

You don't want me.

Please, don't go, please.

That was the only time she knelt down to anyone.

It was also the first time she uttered the word "beg" in a humble tone.

And Qing Huan sneered and said:

You are too ridiculous, Nan Yang.Look at your current appearance, the former Nan Yang, who was so clear and cold like a deity, has long since disappeared.You are just a mortal who will fall into the affair of your children, what else is worth my nostalgia for you?

She also said, Nan Yang, you are not worthy to be my master.

Then she left resolutely, without any hesitation, without looking back once.

As soon as she left that time, she knew that there would be a day when their swords would meet each other.

Nan Yang's eyes were slightly red.

The bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Zhu Qinghuan came out from inside while wiping her hair.Looking at the identical face, Nan Yang quickly collected his emotions, so that all the grief was suppressed in his eyes with indifference.

On the phone, Ming Wancheng hung up the phone at some point, leaving only the main interface on.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang who was sitting under the quilt, rubbed her hair and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Nan Yang didn't speak.

"Is it because the light in the bathroom is too bright and it's disturbing you?" Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nan Yang, and seeing that she still didn't respond, she reached out and turned off the light in the bathroom.It was pitch black outside for a while, except for a little light left in the crack of the bedroom door.

Nan Yang finally said, "Don't you blow your hair?"

"I..." Zhu Qinghuan paused, then lowered her voice, "I can take it back to my room and play."

Nan Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't have a mirror in your room."

"……nothing."

Zhu Qinghuan took the hair dryer and pushed open the bedroom door, glanced at Nan Yang who was sunk in the darkness, hesitated, and walked in.

Nan Yang sat for a while longer. She had been driving for several hours at night, and when it was dark, sleepiness swept over her.The sofa was still soft, she folded her clothes and lay down, wrapped tightly in the quilt that smelled of Qing Huan's body, and carefully hid her toes in the quilt.

Maybe it was because she was too tired, or maybe it was because the quilt smelled like a loved one, she fell asleep quickly and deeply.

She fell into a light sleep and didn't hear the bedroom door being opened at all.

Zhu Qinghuan tucked her wet hair behind her ears, holding a mobile phone in her hand for lighting.She didn't turn on the flashlight function of the phone, it was too bright, and she was afraid of disturbing Nan Yang's rest, so she just turned up the brightness of the screen a little, and walked out relying on the light on the screen.

In addition to the mobile phone, she also held a roll of neatly folded charging cables in her hand.

When she just came out, she saw Nan Yang's phone was on, and after a quick glance, she saw that it was only 15% charged.Nan Yang came here in such a hurry today that he didn't bring any clothes, and he probably didn't bring a charging cable either.If you wake up tomorrow and find that your phone is out of battery, it will definitely be very inconvenient.

Zhu Qinghuan quietly picked up Nanyang's mobile phone from the coffee table, connected it to her own charging cable, and plugged it into the socket next to the sofa.

The moment the power is turned on, the screen lights up, but there is no charging sound.

Sure enough, a mute sign was lit in the upper left corner of the screen.

A gentle smile appeared in Zhu Qinghuan's eyes.Nan Yang really loves cleanliness too much. Her phone is always on silent, just like her personality, low-key and silent.Even if he was worried about something in his heart, he would not say a word.

After all, she is a silly woman who only eats chocolate desperately when she is angry.

She quietly walked into the bathroom again, and saw that the underwear that Nan Yang had changed was indeed hanging on the rail without washing.She can also guess that for a person like Nan Yang who is used to being pampered, all the clothes that have been replaced are handed over to the nanny to wash. This time when she came out alone, she must not realize that the clothes need to be washed by herself.

But if you don't wash it, what will you wear tomorrow?She didn't bring a new one, so she couldn't go out in a vacuum.

Zhu Qinghuan is not the kind of person who is kind enough to help people wash such intimate clothes casually, she is also a little hesitant, but thinking that Nan Yang is her legal wife after all, it is very common to wash these small clothes for her Besides, she really couldn't think of a better solution.

She set the phone screen to be always on, put it on the sink to barely illuminate, rolled up her sleeves, and gently took Nan Yang's underwear and panties.

The creamy bubbles and the soft fabric rubbed back and forth in her palms, she lowered her head, and when her fingertips touched a certain piece of underwear, half of her face blushed instantly in the darkness.