I, Qinghuan

Facts have proved that Nan Yang felt that this little red envelope really couldn't fit his heart.

When Qing Huan turned on the phone, five unread messages from Nanyang popped up on the lock screen page.She clicked in, and was surprised by an orange transfer message.

Nan Yang transferred her account four times, 5 yuan each time, for a total of 20 yuan.

The daily limit for WeChat transfers is 20.

Under the four transfer messages, in the white dialogue bubble, there are still three simple words——

lucky money.

Qing Huan couldn't help the smile on her lips, she confirmed the receipt of the money one by one, and then withdrew the money from the coin purse to a blank bank card of her own.In fact, the money she earned by herself is completely enough, and Nanyang is not short of money, but she still wants to help her save all the money.Anyway, the days are still long, she can use the money to buy a lot of candied haws and chocolates for Nan Yang.

After getting dressed, she got out of bed and went to the medicine cabinet to help Nan Yang find cold medicine.

While searching, she sighed helplessly.Why is this woman so stupid, she really didn't cover herself with a quilt just to not offend her naked self.

After finding the medicine, she put two capsules and three pills in a small bottle cap and took them to the living room.She boiled a pot of water. When Nan Yang came out of the bathroom to wash up, the water had just been boiled. She mixed boiled water and cold water into a cup of warm water with just the right temperature, and handed it to Nan Yang along with the medicine in the bottle cap.

After Nan Yang took the cap of the small bottle containing the capsules and pills, he sneezed suddenly.

"Heh-sneeze-!"

Her arm shook violently, and all the medicine in the bottle cap flew out, bounced on the ground, and rolled under the sofa.

She rubbed her nose, looked at the medicine on the ground, and squatted down to pick it up.

Qing Huan clicked his tongue, came over and bent down and slapped Nan Yang on the back of his hand, angrily said: "What else did you pick up, they all fell to the ground. I'll get you a new one."

"I'm afraid you will step on it," Nan Yang still lowered his head, picking up all the medicines on the ground, "I will slip and fall."

"..."

Qing Huan pursed her lips, because of Nan Yang's words, her heart beat a little faster.

She seemed to be beating herself all the time.

Nan Yang was picking it up when there was a sudden knocking sound from the door.Both stood up and walked towards the door together.

When he opened the door, he saw Ming Wancheng in a red sweater standing there with a smile in his hands holding a lunch box.

"Happy New Year, Master! On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I'll bring you dumplings." She also bent over towards Nan Yang, "Boss Nan is also early. Happy New Year, congratulations!"

Smiling lightly, he took the lunch box in Cheng Cheng's hand tomorrow night, "Why, you still called her Patriarch last night, and today you called her Boss Nan again?"

Ming Wancheng's expression froze instantly on his face.

"I, I, last night, called her Patriarch... Did you...?"

"That's right," Qing Huan didn't take it seriously, "I saw Xu Xue called it that too. Nan Yang said, is that the nickname you gave her?"

Tomorrow night, Cheng stared blankly at the expressionless Nan Yang, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, it's just a nickname, just a nickname."

"Then can I call you that too?" Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang beside her with a smile.

Nan Yang was silent for a moment, then said sullenly, "It's up to you."

Seeing her expression, Qing Huan thought it was funny, so she didn't pay much attention, and went in with the dumplings.She took it to the kitchen to heat it up first, and after a while Nan Yang took the medicine and could just eat a little.

Tomorrow night, seeing Qing Huan gone, Cheng let out a long sigh of relief: "I was scared to death, I thought Master found something."

"It seems that there is no filming today." Nan Yang looked at her and said indifferently.

"That's right, on the first day of the new year, Director Li gave us a holiday." Ming Wancheng nodded simply.

Nan Yang nodded slightly, eyebrows raised slightly: "Since there is no filming, you don't use our car to go to the set. The dumplings are delivered, you can go."

Tomorrow night, Cheng Cheng had a shitty expression on his face: "Old Ancestor, why are you such a person? It's New Year's Eve, I ran over eagerly, I want you to enjoy the blessing of Qiren..."

"The blessing of the people of Qi?" Nan Yang frowned, "This is how the idiom "blessing of the people of Qi" is used?"

"Uh...what's that called?" Cheng Ming frantically searched in his pitifully cultured brain, "God... family happiness?"

Nan Yang couldn't see what Cheng wanted tomorrow night, she sighed softly, and took out the big red envelope that she had prepared a long time ago from her trouser pocket.

A very thick red envelope, but still not as thick as Qing Huan.

She threw the heavy red envelope into Ming Wancheng's arms.Tomorrow night, Chengxi smiled, caught it steadily, and laughed like a dog's leg: "Thank you, ancestor, I knew you loved me the most. I wish you and master a happy marriage for a hundred years and have a precious son soon!"

The corners of Nan Yang's lips twitched, and there was a faint smile in his voice: "Get lost."

"I'm leaving now!"

Tomorrow night, Cheng smiled until his face was about to blossom. He trotted away for a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned around furtively, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one in the corridor, he lowered his voice and said to Nan Yang: " Old Ancestor, you have to be restrained, kissing in the toilet is fine, and I will not let my master off on New Year's Eve. Look at you, how hoarse your voice is, my master must have been exhausted last night."

Nan Yang didn't understand the meaning of Mingwan Cheng's words at first, but by the time he realized it, Mingwan Cheng had already disappeared.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed the dirty pills she picked up in her hand.

Suddenly, he regretted not stuffing them into Ming Wancheng's mouth.

Qing Huan walked over quickly from the kitchen, holding the mobile phone interface that she had just hung up on in her hand, her eyes searched back and forth outside the door, and her voice suppressed excitement: "Where's Ah Cheng?"

"Let's go." Nan Yang replied briefly.

"How did you leave?" Qing Huan leaned half of her body out of the door, looked around, and said with a sigh in her tone, "Unfortunately, I can only tell her the good news on WeChat later."

"What good news?"

"It's Xiao Yi," Qing Huan smiled and shook the phone in his hand, "Ah Cheng has always wanted to meet, my friend Qi Yi. She called me just now and said that she would come to visit my class in the afternoon. I asked her to go Have a meal at the nearest shopping mall. In the afternoon, bring you and Ah Cheng with you, you know each other."

Nan Yang was silent for a while, and then spit out four words:

"A date for four."

Qing Huan blushed, and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Yi doesn't even know Ah Cheng, so why don't you ask for a date?"

"Yeah." Nan Yang nodded, his eyes indifferent, "Two people are dating, two people are on a blind date."

Qing Huan: "..."

However, in a sense, it is indeed a blind date.

Still with the "parents" blind date.

When Qing Huan told Mingwan Cheng the news, Mingwan Cheng sent an exclamation mark swiping the screen.Through the screen, she could feel Cheng's excitement and anticipation tomorrow night.

Qing Huan doesn't understand why Ming Wancheng is so interested in Qi Yi, since they haven't even spoken to each other.

This kind of incomprehension also happened to Nan Yang. Until now, she still didn't understand why such a perfect person as Nan Yang would love only herself with all her heart.

Perhaps, it was really love at first sight?

How it feels is still a bit ridiculous.

The two of them ate the beef stuffed dumplings sent by Cheng tomorrow night, and it was already twelve o'clock at noon.Qing Huan began to choose clothes and make up, preparing for the meeting in the afternoon.Nan Yang sat on the bed and played with her inferior game console. As the lines of Tetris disappeared line by line, the sound of "biu~biu~" echoed continuously in the room.

Nan Yang had a runny nose, but her hands were busy playing games, so she didn't have time to wipe them, so she could only keep sniffing her nose.

Sitting on the other side of the bed, Qing Huan drew her eyebrows in front of the mirror, and heard Nan Yang's sniffing sound more and more frequently, sighed, put down the eyebrow pencil, pulled a tissue, and went around in front of Nan Yang.

She folded the tissue and covered Nan Yang's nose.

"Put hard." She said softly, looking at Nan Yang seriously.

Nan Yang raised his eyes in surprise, subconsciously released the button of the game console with his right hand, and pressed the tissue on his nose, "I... I will do it myself."

Qing Huan didn't let go, just glanced down, and said leisurely: "I'm about to die."

Nan Yang hurriedly lowered his head, put his hands back on the game console buttons, and frantically manipulated the cubes to fall into the appropriate gaps.Qing Huan pinched her nose through a tissue, and said again: "Strength."

Nan Yang hesitated for a while before blowing his nose lightly.

The temperature inside the paper towel instantly became scalding hot.

Qing Huan squeezed the paper towel, folded it again, and then covered Nan Yang's nose again, helping her wipe off the little snot left there.Nan Yang lowered her head and stared at Tetris. She knew in her heart that it would be wrong for Qinghuan to wipe her nose, but she still couldn't let go of the game in her hand. I don't want to die easily.

Stubborn to dull.This characteristic really runs through every detail of her life.

"Wear a turtleneck sweater today." Qing Huan threw away the toilet paper, and pinched the tip of Nan Yang's nose, "You have a cold, so you can't let the wind blow into your clothes."

"I don't have a turtleneck sweater." Nan Yang's pinched nose turned red, and she couldn't help but sniffed again.

"Wear mine, I have a white turtleneck sweater." Qing Huan pursed her lips, and said again, "But it's not new, it was worn by me before. Do you mind?"

Nan Yang shook his head and said lightly, "I'm afraid you might mind."

"What nonsense?" Qing Huan said angrily, "Why would I mind?"

"Ah."

Nan Yang responded, still concentrating on playing his own Tetris.

"You haven't cleaned up yet, Xiao Yi will be here soon, and Ah Cheng has already been prepared, and I'm waiting for you alone now." Qing Huan gently pushed Nan Yang's arm.

"I have nothing to pack, just put on my clothes and go."

"Then you wear it, hurry up, it will be too late."

"Wait, let's finish this round."

"When will you finish that round? Can't you press a timeout?"

Nan Yang shook his head stubbornly: "Don't pause."

Qing Huan looked at her helplessly, so she had to go and get the white turtleneck sweater herself, find out the pros and cons, and put it on Nan Yang's head.

Nan Yang's eyes were still fixed on the game console in his hand, but his body straightened up cooperatively, and he even stretched out one hand, motioning for Qing Huan to help her put the sleeves on.

What an uncle who is used to being served.

Qing Huan sighed silently, accommodated her, and helped her put on the sweater carefully.After the sweater was neatly covered, she carefully adjusted the collar so that it just caught Nan Yang's chin, then pulled the long black hair out of the clothes and spread it evenly behind her.

Obviously Nanyang's game is not over yet.Qing Huan had no choice but to pull her sleeves, lead her to the door, help her put on her coat and change her shoes as before.

She pulled her all the way, from the room to the elevator, and from the elevator to the garage.Until she sat in the passenger seat, Nan Yang was still holding that harsh game console, unable to stop.

Why doesn't she marry Tetris?

Qing Huan held the steering wheel and wrinkled her nose slightly angrily.