I, Qinghuan

Mei Zhongli gets up very early, and a group boss like him will never be able to sleep in for a few days in his life.He limped downstairs on crutches, trying to get something to eat in the kitchen.

When he walked to the dining room, he saw a vaguely busy figure behind the glass door of the kitchen, so he yelled over there: "Xiao Liu, fry an egg for me!"

The people inside didn't respond.Mei Zhongli didn't care either, he sat down and took out his mobile phone to watch today's stock market situation, while drinking a glass of milk that was poured on the table.

After a while, there was a sound of movement from the sliding door of the kitchen.The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and a plate of freshly fried eggs was gently placed in front of Mei Zhongli.Mei Zhongli glanced at it, and when he saw a spatter-like scar on the wrist of the hand holding the egg, he almost spit out the milk in his mouth.

"Old ancestor..." Mei Zhongli hurriedly tried to stand up.

Nan Yang pressed his index finger on his shoulder, brought some internal strength, and made him sit back intact with a light push.There was no expression on her face, but she didn't seem to be angry either: "I don't know if you are used to eating old or tender ones. The soft-boiled eggs I made, do you see if you are used to eating them?"

Mei Zhongli looked at Nan Yang in astonishment.Nan Yang was still wearing a white shirt that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, with a little oil splashed on the collar of the shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a section of snow-white forearm.There is also an apron tied around her waist. This pyrotechnic decoration makes her look like a gentle wife of an ordinary family.

Mei Zhongli has never seen Nan Yang cook, and Nan Yang has always been the one being served.

"You can cook? Why are you interested in coming to the kitchen today?" Mei Zhongli felt strange.

"I've always learned," Nan Yang wiped his hands on the apron, "She sleeps here, I want to make her some breakfast."

"Is that so..."

Mei Zhongli felt that Nanyang these days was very different from before.He has been following Nan Yang since he was 15 years old. In his impression, Nan Yang has always been a cold person who doesn't speak or smile, which fits her identity as a 3000-year-old antique.Mei Zhongli thinks that is normal, the god he worships should be like this, not eating the fireworks of the world.

But ever since Nan Yang came back from Australia and met Qing Huan, she began to melt.Melted into a mortal.

For the first time, Mei Zhongli felt that Nanyang was warm.It turned out that there could also be a gentle light in her eyes.

"Eat it first, I'll bring her a meal. It's just made, and it will be cold in a while."

Nan Yang returned to the kitchen and brought out a large plate.The food on the plate is very rich, there is baked garlic bread, fried beef tender, boiled fresh water shrimp, and ham cut into small slices.There are also dipping sauces of various flavors that are squeezed in the corner, but are still neatly arranged.

She must have been preparing for a long time.

Mei Zhongli felt an inexplicable pain in his heart as he watched Nan Yang leave with the food carefully.

Although Zhu Qinghuan moved in, she did not live in the same room as Nan Yang.Considering that the two of them are still a bit unfamiliar, Mei Zhongli did not force her, but arranged her room next to Nan Yang's room.

Nan Yang came to the door of Zhu Qinghuan's room and knocked on the door with difficulty.

For a long while, no one responded.Nan Yang knocked again.

Is there no one here?

She increased her strength a little, and knocked hard on the door with her knuckles.

After a while, the door was opened, Zhu Qinghuan messed up her long curly hair, squinted her eyes sleepily, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Nan Yang raised his hand holding the plate, "I made you breakfast, would you like some?"

Zhu Qinghuan glanced at the food on the plate, and forced a smile, "Thank you. But the calories are too high, and I'm going to join the group soon, so I can't eat so many carbohydrates. ... You don't have to cook for me, It's not worth wasting time on me."

The arc of Nan Yang's mouth froze.Her fingertips turned white from pinching the edge of the plate.

She pursed her lips, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes were still gentle: "What do you usually eat?"

Zhu Qinghuan seemed a little unwilling to answer, but she still said: "Boiled cabbage."

Nan Yang nodded slightly: "I'll learn."

Zhu Qinghuan stared at the ground, and said lightly: "I said I don't need you to cook for me, I can cook by myself, thank you for your kindness. I have already said that it is best not to have too much trouble in private. Intersect more."

Nan Yang lowered her eyes, but there was still no obvious emotion on her face.But the fingers of her right hand were trembling, visibly.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at her and could feel her sadness at the moment.

Maybe the current Nanyang is really interested in him. Such a big boss who doesn't stick to Yang Chunshui works so hard to cook for himself, at least for a second, there is a little truth.But how long can this interest last?In the circle, she was used to seeing female artists who were cheated of their bodies and their emotions by their patrons. After they were abandoned, apart from being naked, they were left with a stinky body.

"I see."

Nan Yang spat out four words lightly, turned and left holding her plate.

Zhu Qinghuan watched her slowly receding back, curling up her fingers resting on the door frame.

She understands the truth, but she is also not used to ruining other people's sincerity like this.

She was not used to Nan Yang looking at herself with that kind of eyes.When Nan Yang looks at others, there will be no emotion in her eyes, but every second she looks at herself, there will be a lot of forbearing tenderness in her eyes.This made Zhu Qinghuan feel that her casual words or actions were bullying Nan Yang.

She hates people who bully others, and of course she hates herself who bullies others.

Fortunately, I have work today.The company didn't give her much time to think about it. The agent called her desperately, asking her where she was now, and kept reminding her that the recording would start in five hours.

Zhu Qinghuan went back to the house and simply put on makeup, and asked the driver of Mei's family to see her off.When passing by the living room, Nan Yang was looking at his mobile phone on the sofa, Zhu Qinghuan took a quick peek, and vaguely saw a picture of a cabbage on the screen of the mobile phone, and small characters like ants next to it, which looked like a tutorial.

Fingernails dug into the palm of the hand.

I scolded myself in my heart, what are you looking at.

Today's announcement is a variety show.If there are no accidents, the recording should be finished in the afternoon.

It's a sports variety show, and you have to run and dance all day long.There are a lot of guests invited today, and they are basically actors from the TV series "God Dance" that is about to start.There are quite a few TV dramas that have been promoted through variety shows before their release, but almost none of them have been promoted before they even started.The reason why Shenwu dared to make publicity in advance is because it invited two leading actors and actresses to be leading actors in the traffic——Xiao Xianrou Xiashan, a die-hard fan who can force a certain part of a brain-deficient romance drama to score 8.5, and The hot search package year user comments are all from the top-ranking floret Zhu Qinghuan from the female fan's wife who slept with me.

One disadvantage of too much traffic is that Xia Shan and Zhu Qinghuan have not met each other yet, and the fans of the two families have started a carnival of brainless blackmailing each other in advance.Today I will take a picture of your elder brother P's mourning hall, and tomorrow you will cut my sister's ghost animal that pierces the center of the earth.Both sides feel that they are the most popular in the world, and both of them think that the other party is taking advantage of their popularity.This is a very common hype method among brokerage companies, which stimulates conflicts among fans, makes fans spontaneously become popular, and may even get one or two free hot searches.As long as there is no end to cooking, it doesn't matter how ugly the entry is, they have plenty of ways to clear the relationship between the stars themselves.

Of course, usually fan wars don't affect relationships between stars themselves.Exceptions apply in special circumstances.

Xia Shan had already arrived at the recording site, saw Zhu Qinghuan surrounded by a group of people from a distance, and ran over to greet her happily.His agent Radu couldn't hold back.

"Hello, it's the first time I've seen you." Xia Shan smiled brightly, "I've watched your other dramas, and I've admired them for a long time."

"Hello..." Zhu Qinghuan immediately looked around to confirm that there are enough staff here, and that she and Xia Shan will not be photographed alone, "It's a pleasure to meet you, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"I really look forward to working with you." Xia Shan smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to shake Zhu Qinghuan.

Zhu Qinghuan shook her face very face-savingly, and made a small joke by the way: "I hope this picture won't be turned into me holding a gorilla by your fans."

Xia Shan laughed out loud.

She is so cute.

"It's going to be a long run in a while, you have to remember to warm up and get ready." Xia Shan pointed to the prop field in the distance, "I just went to see those levels, and it's very difficult. If you can't make it through, tell me, I'll help you." You."

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but twitched the corner of her lips.Xia Shan is 21 years old and still in college, three years younger than himself.This little boy is soft and waxy, he likes to speak with a lot of sticky modal particles, he sounds like a southerner.Xia Shan became popular very suddenly, basically he didn't experience the pain of climbing up step by step in the entertainment industry, so there was still refreshing warmth in his eyes, Zhu Qinghuan had a good impression of him.

"Okay, I'll find you if I can't make it through."

Zhu Qinghuan smiled at him.

She didn't try to smile charmingly, but her face is very seductive, which cannot be ignored, from the curved eyebrows to the full lips, from the eyeliner at the end of the eyes to the moist lipstick on the lips, Every movement of her eyebrows is charming.She smiled, as if seducing someone.And it's not that kind of dazzling seduction, it's a soft and subtle seduction, a seduction that still holds the pipa half-hidden.

Never before has that woman been able to integrate the two extreme qualities of "charming" and "gentleness" so well.

Xiashan's manager was worried in the distance, feeling that his child was about to be seduced.

Xia Shan's soul was indeed taken away, but not just now, when he watched her first TV series, his soul had already been taken away.

The recording of the variety show went smoothly, the snow stopped at noon, and the venue and props were not affected in the slightest.

Zhu Qinghuan basically ran all day without a break. She kept asking questions in her mind as she ran. She didn't know if there was something wrong with the concept of variety show planning now, which made a bunch of celebrities who rely on their faces Jumping up and down here, the face is red and the image is completely gone.If it weren't for the high ratings of this variety show and the fixed itinerary arranged by the company, she would definitely not be jumping around like a monkey here.

She didn't eat breakfast, and she was very hungry for a while, after which she felt nothing.But strenuous exercise on an empty stomach can make people anemic. She feels that stars are shining in front of her eyes all day long, and she feels very nauseous.For a few moments she thought she was about to throw up on the track.

When the recording finally ended at night, Zhu Qinghuan was almost climbed into the nanny's car with the help of an assistant.

"Where will I take you back?" Xiaoye looked at Zhu Qinghuan distressedly.

Zhu Qinghuan weakly reported the address of Mei's house.

"You moved to another place?" Xiaoye was a little surprised, "Could it be that the paparazzi found your previous address?"

"No," Zhu Qinghuan was still sweating, "I'm going to my father-in-law's house."

She said the words "my father-in-law" so naturally, as if she had gotten used to the existence of this marriage and acquiesced that Nan Yang was her serious wife.Zhu Qinghuan was a little dazed when she realized this, and after the daze passed, she felt like giving herself a slap.

Xiaoye had an expected expression, Zhu Qinghuan was favored by a wealthy family, this is no longer a secret in the circle, and it was almost a pierce the window paper of the public: "I heard from the boss a long time ago, you want Married to the daughter of Mei Zhongli, the richest man in the city. The boss and Mr. Mei have a really good relationship, and he doesn't mind at all that you get married in the rising season."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan didn't speak.

"How about it, when will you bring your daughter-in-law to the set and let us take a look?" Xiaoye said with a gossipy face, "Does she look good?"

Zhu Qinghuan smiled subtly, deliberately teasing Xiaoye: "Very ugly."

Xiaoye immediately changed a sympathetic face.What a pity, Zhuzhu is so beautiful, but she wants to marry an ugly monster.However, rich people generally do not look very good, and it is normal that money and appearance cannot be combined.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and Zhu Qinghuan had returned to Mei's villa.

She supported her sore waist, drooped her eyelids, resisted the urge to vomit, and just wanted to go back to bed and sleep.But as soon as he entered the door, he saw a light on in the living room.Nan Yang fell asleep leaning on the sofa, her long black hair covered half of her face, and she was holding an open cookbook in her hand.

Zhu Qinghuan wanted to pretend she didn't see it, and went back to her room directly.But when they reached the stairs, she stopped again and turned to look at Nan Yang on the sofa.

Sleeping like this will make you sick.

She looked at the recipe in her hand, the lit but empty kitchen not far away, and the cooking pot on the stove.

Did you cook anything?

Did it cook all day?

The fingers on the stair railing tightened, picking at the patent leather above.

She laughed at herself, laughing at her hesitation at the moment, then turned around and went upstairs.

Just stepped up three steps.

She couldn't help but stop again, and sighed heavily. For some reason, her conscience ached.After a brief pause, she turned around and walked down the three steps, came to the edge of the sofa, and patted Nan Yang's shoulder with her fingertips: "Hello."

Nan Yang slept very lightly, and woke up immediately after being patted.She rubbed her eyes, looked at Zhu Qinghuan, her voice was lazily hoarse: "You are back."

For some reason, Zhu Qinghuan felt that Nan Yang's voice was more pleasant than Xia Shan's soft southerner tune.

"Yeah." Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip hard, then looked at the lit kitchen again.

Nan Yang noticed that she was looking at the kitchen, so he asked, "Are you hungry?"

"I……"

She is not hungry, she is not only not hungry, but also very sick.

Nan Yang really said: "There is some boiled cabbage in the pot. I just made it. Do you want some? I marinated it with salt and sugar before cooking. It should be delicious."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

Nan Yang looked at her with a soft glow in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay... you... go to the heat."

Nan Yang smiled very shallowly and walked to the kitchen.Zhu Qinghuan was paralyzed on the sofa, motionless, and felt a headache at the thought of stuffing that tasteless thick fiber into her mouth soon.

Not long after, Nan Yang brought out a simple bowl of boiled cabbage.She put the bowl and chopsticks on the coffee table, and pushed them in front of Zhu Qinghuan. The cabbage in the bowl looked very good, and it was crystal clear and steaming.

Zhu Qinghuan sighed silently, picked up the bowl with her weak arms, picked up a chopstick of cabbage and stuffed it into her mouth.

The moment the cabbage touched her tongue, her face turned green.

Boiled cabbage has always been difficult to eat, and she is mentally prepared for this.But she didn't expect that Nan Yang could make it even more unpalatable. She was sure that Nan Yang put too much salt and sugar in it, otherwise it would be impossible for the cabbage to be bitter, fishy, ​​salty and sweet.

"Isn't it delicious?" Nan Yang noticed Zhu Qinghuan's trembling eyelashes.

"..."

Zhu Qinghuan didn't speak, just lowered her head and frowned her eyebrows into a pimple, wolfing down the cabbage into her mouth.It was so unpalatable, so unpalatable that she dared not even chew it with her teeth.If her stomach had life, she would definitely jump up and scold at this moment: Why didn't the brothers above process this thing before throwing it down?

Zhu Qinghuan finished eating the whole bowl of cabbage, put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, and immediately got up and went upstairs.

Nan Yang may have tasted the sweetness of Zhu Qinghuan's compromise this time, or maybe he felt that they had a further possibility, so he called her over: "Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow?"

Zhu Qinghuan paused on the stairs, and when she turned around, her face was a bit ugly, but her tone was still soft: "I've said it many times, don't waste your time on me, it's really not worth it. I won't like you .”

After speaking, she turned around and went upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, Zhu Qinghuan threw the phone on the bed, suddenly there was a tumbling sensation in her stomach.

She finally couldn't bear the stimulation of the smell of vegetables, covered her mouth and ran to the toilet, hugged the toilet and began to vomit, all the food she ate in her stomach just now, vomited out without leaving a trace.Vomiting is no longer under the control of her consciousness, it is an instinctive reaction of a body that is threatened by health.

After vomiting, she knelt weakly and lay on the edge of the toilet, thinking drowsily, if only she could spit out her fake compassion into the sewer together.