I, Qinghuan

Nan Yang was going to be discharged from the hospital in the middle of the night. Mei Zhongli and others persuaded him for a long time, until the emotions in Nan Yang's eyes were completely frozen, and they shut up because they were afraid that they would really annoy Nan Yang.

Sun Xuxue really drove the white Audi that Nan Yang liked. Nan Yang just exchanged the keys of the ugly BMW he drove with her. He drove his favorite Audi A4L and loaded the light truck that had begun to feel sleepy. Welcome back to the hotel.

Zhu Qinghuan fell asleep in the car.

When Nan Yang was discharged from the hospital, she changed into her hospital gown, and Sun Xuxue sent her new clothes directly to the hotel, so she could only wear the white shirt that was half stained red with blood.When she arrived at the hotel, she parked the car and saw that Qinghuan was asleep, so she got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door and bent over and whispered, "Qinghuan, we're here."

Zhu Qinghuan muttered something, but didn't wake up.

Nan Yang wanted to stretch out his hand to hug her, but his right hand kept convulsing. The analgesic injection given earlier had gradually worn off. It didn't matter whether she was in pain or not, the main reason was that Qing Huan would fall to the ground if she became unstable halfway.

"Come on, come here, I'll carry you on my back."

She touched Qinghuan's head, Zhu Qinghuan's sleepy eyes were dim, and her consciousness was still not clear, she just felt that she was being held by a hand, and then she lay on a cold and soft shoulder.

Nan Yang lifted her up steadily, and let his right forearm get stuck in the bend of her leg, so that he and she could feel better.With her on her back, she walked all the way from the garage to the lobby, feeling the warmth coming from behind her, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl.

There are many journalists staying in the lobby. They thought that today's biggest breaking point has been photographed, and they are preparing to go home.But no one expected that Nan Yang, who was still half dead on a stretcher not long ago, came back in just a few hours!Not only came back, but also walked back with Zhu Qinghuan behind her back!

An aloof boss wearing a white shirt half-stained red with blood, and carrying another sleeping glamorous star on his back, walked unhurriedly in front of everyone.This scene is so damn touching, even more dramatic than TV dramas!

A group of people swarmed up, frantically turned on the microphone and handed it to Nan Yang's mouth: "Boss Nan! Boss Nan!"

"Did Boss Nan see the topic on the hot search?"

"Is Boss Nan already in good health? You were still bleeding a few hours ago, are you able to stand and walk now?"

"May I ask Boss Nan if the media broke the news that Zhu Qinghuan committed domestic violence against you?"

"What do you think about domestic violence? Will you speak out for this group?"

"Did Zhu Qinghuan hit you with her own hands? Does she often hit you?"

Nan Yang didn't want to say a word, but felt that a group of flies were circling her, screaming non-stop.

But the group of reporters followed from the lobby all the way to the elevator entrance, and kept asking questions while Nanyang was waiting for the elevator. They kept asking questions around the center of Zhu Qinghuan's domestic violence, making Nanyang's scalp numb from the noise.

After waiting for a long time, the elevator finally came down. With a sound of "Ding--", the elevator door opened, but there were still a few reporters blocking the elevator door to prevent Nan Yang from entering, and they kept asking, "Boss Nan, you have been silent all this time, is it because you wished me well?" Qinghuan's domestic violence is serious, and it has already constituted mental or physical damage to you..."

"Boss Nan, why can't you answer our question directly?"

"Boss Nan, why do you keep silent? Are you threatened or..."

"Boss Nan..."

"Boss Nan, please take a look at the camera over here!"

"South……"

"It's so noisy." Nan Yang finally couldn't help frowning, and interrupted their chirping question coldly: "What does the interest between the two of us have to do with you people?"

The group of reporters suddenly fell silent.

Affection……

fun? ? ?

While they were in a daze, Nan Yang immediately squeezed into the elevator with Qing Huan on his back, and closed the elevator door.

Ok.

The world is finally quiet.

"...If you say that, they will misunderstand." Zhu Qinghuan's soft voice came from behind.She woke up as early as the first reporter was yelling, but she kept pretending to be asleep because she thought that waking up would only make the reporters crazy.

"You are afraid that I will ruin your character design." Nan Yang said lightly.

Zhu Qinghuan shook her head.When she shook her head, Nan Yang could feel that the cheek she rubbed against his neck was hot.

In fact, Nan Yang himself did not believe that the word "interest" could be said so bluntly in front of a large group of people.But she wanted to protect the person on her back, whether it was her health or her reputation, she wanted to protect it.She didn't want to wake up early tomorrow morning and let Qinghuan see the word "domestic violence" next to her name.Although half of her ears turned red after she finished speaking, fortunately, her long black hair blocked the redness tightly, so Qing Huan couldn't see it.

"Put me down." Zhu Qinghuan said softly.

Nan Yang put her down, crossed her arms and stood aside.

The elevator soon reached their floor, and the two returned to their room one after the other.

Zhu Qinghuan went in first. She took off her coat, glanced at the blood-stained sofa, and said to Nan Yang behind her, "You can sleep on the bed tonight."

Nan Yang has already started to unbutton her shirt. When she heard Qing Huan's words, she looked up at her: "What about you?"

"I..." Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head, not daring to look into Nan Yang's eyes, "I also sleep on the bed."

"Ah."

Nan Yang agreed.

They went to take a bath one after another, and Nan Yang took a bath later. She said that she must have a bathtub full of blood after taking a bath.Sure enough, it was a bathtub of bloody water. When she was drying her hair, Qing Huan used the faucet to rinse it for 10 minutes before rinsing it clean.

Nan Yang turned off the hair dryer, and suddenly asked, "Do you still have the chocolate from this morning?"

Zhu Qinghuan put the water pipe back to its original position, and looked at her helplessly: "Yes, but don't eat today."

"I like the taste of the Socha Gold Tequila." Nan Yang was recalling those chocolates. "It has a very mellow taste, and the cocoa mass is also very strong. However, Remy Martin VSOP is more ordinary."

"...Go to bed after blowing dry."

"I'd like to have another one, the Socha Gold Tequila."

Zhu Qinghuan sighed and said, "You have already brushed your teeth."

"It's okay, I'll swipe again after eating." Nan Yang didn't care.

"Then..." Zhu Qinghuan's heart softened again, knowing that it would be inappropriate to give Nan Yang some wine chocolate at this time, but she still couldn't bear her request, "Then just eat one piece."

"Ah."

Zhu Qinghuan walked to her bedroom, and Nan Yang followed behind her.She took out the chocolate box from the drawer, took out a piece of Socha Gold Tequila, and handed it to Nan Yang.

Nan Yang sat on the edge of the bed, unwrapped the package with ease, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed carefully with his mouth closed.

After a while she finished eating, she licked her lips and said, "I want to eat another one."

"No."

Zhu Qinghuan resolutely refused.

"Okay." Nan Yang didn't insist anymore, just looked around the room for a week, and suddenly said, "Do you want to go to the toilet and apply a mask?"

"I'm not enough today."

"Apply it, you haven't always applied it before."

"Today counts..." Zhu Qinghuan suddenly realized, and looked at her suspiciously, "You...you want to steal chocolate while I'm going to the toilet, don't you?"

The corners of Nan Yang's lips twitched slightly, and he admitted shamelessly: "Yes."

Zhu Qinghuan looked at her smiling face as she sat on the bed, and the word "Mensao" appeared in her mind again.What is Mensao?It's just boring and coquettish.It was extremely stuffy when I was outside, and I broke my leg when I closed the door.Although Nan Yang hasn't exaggerated to the point of breaking her legs, she is indeed in great contrast to her usual state.

It's not very big, it's very big.

For example, now, there is that kind of smile that shows part of her teeth on her face again, with a small dimple on her lips, which looks desolate and charming.Because she basically doesn't smile at ordinary times, even if she smiles, she just purses her lips and bends the corners of her lips when she is facing herself alone.She seldom smiles with her teeth bared.

Is she so fond of chocolate waves like this?

"Then... just eat another piece, okay?" Zhu Qinghuan compromised again, "No more, I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"Okay, thank you." Nan Yang turned sideways to reach for the chocolate box in satisfaction.

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed faintly: "Why did you say thank you to me?"

"Because it's your chocolate, if you give it to me, of course I have to say thank you."

A strange emotion flashed in Zhu Qinghuan's eyes, she picked up her own essence to go to the bathroom, when she walked out of the bedroom door, she paused, turned her head and said softly: "What's mine is yours."

Nan Yang was startled, stopped half-peeling, and raised his eyes.

"I mean chocolate, what's mine is yours."

Zhu Qinghuan quickly explained, and then went to the bathroom without looking back.

Nan Yang smiled indiscriminately, put the peeled Socha Gold Tequila chocolate into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

After eating almost, she went to the living room to pour a glass of water and rinse her sticky mouth.Looking at the blood remaining on the sofa, she raised her hand expressionlessly and touched her nose.

After drinking water, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Zhu Qinghuan had already finished her skin care, she was standing by the sink, helping Nan Yang to wash that half-blooded white shirt.The sink was full of bubbles, the water had turned red, and the stained area of ​​the shirt was too large, and she was rubbing it carefully bit by bit.

"What else to wash, throw it away." Nan Yang squeezed the toothpaste and said.

"Stella Mcey's white shirt, limited edition, several thousand." Zhu Qinghuan wiped the bubbles on the side of her face with her shoulder, "Try it, it should be able to wash clean."

"Is there a brand on this shirt?" Nan Yang asked vaguely with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Do you think the white shirts that Uncle May prepared for you are all ordinary white shirts?" Zhu Qinghuan sighed, "I saw the white shirts you wore, Ann Deuleester's, Gucci's, Fendi's, Margiela's Yes, which one is cheaper?"

"Hmm..." Nan Yang didn't understand a single word and concentrated on brushing his teeth.

Mei Zhongli cared so much about Nan Yang that he searched for white shirts from all the big brands in the world, just to let Nan Yang wear only white shirts to show a different mood.These expensive white shirts are all made by very powerful designers, and they are very suitable for Nan Yang's temperament. She can tell that this person is very "expensive" just by standing there and doing nothing.

Nan Yang finished brushing his teeth and said, "Don't wash it anymore, I don't want it anymore."

"You're such a waste." Zhu Qinghuan sighed.

"……sleep."

Zhu Qinghuan struggled for a while, seeing that it was indeed not clean, so she could only put it down, yawned and walked towards the bedroom.

The two lay down on both sides of the bed, neither touching the other.Fortunately, the bed is also big enough for each of them to occupy a small space.

Zhu Qinghuan faced the other side of the desk, there was darkness in front of her, and the environment fell into silence.When she was supposed to fall asleep peacefully, her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

She knew what it meant to allow Nan Yang to sleep on her own bed. This was really an ambiguous hint, and even if it didn't lead to a relationship, it was a tacit consent to some intimacy.If she came to hold my hand tonight, or take the initiative to hug me, or even... kiss her forehead...

She thought that she should not refuse.

She bit her lip, waiting until her shoulders were trembling nervously.

Nan Yang didn't have any ideas, she had been tossing around for too long today, and she was also very tired, even more tired than driving for hours the night before.After closing her eyes for a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a while when she heard Nan Yang's long breathing.After recovering, he smiled helplessly and sighed.

She turned to Nan Yang's side, hesitated for a while, and quietly put her hand into Nan Yang's quilt.

She found Nan Yang's right hand, gently held her wrist in her palm, and carefully kneaded the two slightly dislocated tendons on the inside of her wrist with her thumb.

Nan Yang's burning wrist was effectively massaged, and the corners of his lips were bent in satisfaction in his sleep.