I, Qing Huan

The variety show started recording three hours later, and they rushed to the hotel set by the show group non-stop. Qing Huan slept very hard and didn't wake up. Nanyang put her on his back in the car, held her asleep all the way to the hotel entrance, and carried her back into the hotel lobby.

When I entered the lobby, I saw Cheng Cheng standing on the side of the welcoming sofa with his hips akimbo, holding a mobile phone and frowning, yelling, "Where is my sister?"

Eighty percent of the phone was her assistant, and I didn’t know what the reply was. Tomorrow night Cheng said again, “Isn’t it for you to take good care of her? Why did you tell me now that she went shopping alone? What time is it? It's going to be recorded right away, don't you know?"

She gritted her teeth, listened to a few sporadic explanations on the phone, and quickly interrupted: "You don't need to say so much, tell me where she is... is near you? Then get her back soon!"

Two people sat on the sofa with their backs to the entrance of the hotel. Nanyang couldn't see their faces clearly.

One of them stood up suddenly. It was a handsome young woman who looked about the size of Qinghuan. The half of her face slightly sideways was as beautiful as a white daffodil just in bloom, and her gentle peach eyes were as clear as The mountain has not been praised by anyone. She patted Ming Wan Cheng on the shoulder, and said softly: "A Cheng, don't worry, Zhu Zhu hasn't come yet."

Tomorrow night Cheng sighed, glanced wildly, and suddenly saw Nan Yang with Qing Huan on his back not far away.

"Look, isn't this here?" Cheng Cheng smiled openly tomorrow night, ran over, and greeted Nan Yang from afar, "Oh, you two are finally here. , The whole group is waiting for the two of you. Look, our teacher Bai and Miss Ziyan are sitting here waiting for you eagerly. Hurry up and put things upstairs. The show team’s car has already been waiting at the door."

The peach-eyed woman who just spoke to Ming Wancheng nodded towards Nanyang: "Hello, this is Cen Ziyan."

The other woman on the sofa also stood up.

Bai Jinqiu crossed his arms and nodded to Nanyang. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which covered most of her face, and only half of her jaw and chin with beautiful lines were visible. She was wearing a soft and decent black velvet shirt, and the skin at the neckline was very white, but she still could see a few wrinkles that could not be covered by foundation. This is what a forty-year-old woman should look like, no matter how well her face is maintained, she will not be able to stop the aging marks on her body.

When she and Nan Yang appeared in the same scene, Nan Yang, who should be thirty-five years old, looked too abnormal.

Fortunately, the program team should put a thick layer of dermabrasion filter on the finished product, which should not be so obvious on TV.

Cen Ziyan knows Qing Huan. They have collaborated in a drama before and often attend various dinner parties together. Although the two of them are formula opponents, they are both gentle-tempered. No matter how fans scold each other, they are still very good friends in private. Cen Ziyan saw Qing Huan lying on Nanyang's back, and seemed to want to come over and say hello.

But she just took a step, stopped cautiously, and asked Bai Jinqiu softly: "Auntie, can I go and say hello to her?"

Bai Jinqiu glanced over there, did not speak, just nodded.

Cen Ziyan is like a puppy whose rope has been loosened, with a smile in her eyes because of this brief freedom. She walked to Nanyang, looked at Qinghuan who was still sleeping, and asked Nanyang politely: "Can I wake her up?"

Nanyang hesitated, but allowed it.

Cen Ziyan gently patted Qing Huan on the shoulder and called her name twice. Qing Huan woke up leisurely, vaguely saw the friend in front of him, and the corners of her lips could not stop rising: "Ziyan?"

She quickly found herself on Nanyang's back, and immediately asked Nanyang to put herself down, and while tidying up her clothes, she smiled at Cen Ziyan: "Ziyan, long time no see, you seem to be thinner than before."

"You are still asleep, and the recording will be started soon," Cen Ziyan looked at her with a smile, "Boss Nan is also used to you, so he didn't even wake you up." As she said, Cen Ziyan turned her head and looked at the top of her light Huan hair. , "Issuing cards is very unique."

Qing Huan was taken aback.

Issuing a card?

Stop issuing her card when she goes out today?

Qinghuan raised her hand in doubt and touched her head, but she actually touched a foreign object, icy, hard, like two thin pieces of metal. Carefully rubbed it again, found the trunk that issued the card, and carefully took it off.

It is a small butterfly hairpin with fluttering wings with colorful beads.

Qing Huan raised her eyes to look at Nanyang, and shook the butterfly in her hand to her: "You don't go up there for me?"

Nan Yang grunted blankly.

"...When is something else?"

Nanyang glanced away lightly, "...on the plane, when you were asleep."

Qing Huan paused, and then, the long-time melancholy of the eyes was softly melted away, the fingertips shrank, and the butterfly was held into his palm. Looking at the icy and snowy woman in front of her, holding the little joy she quietly gave to her, she suddenly felt that she could let go of any unpleasantness for the time being.

Cen Ziyan reminded: "Go upstairs to clean up, we will go to the recording venue immediately."

"Okay," Qing Huan noticed that everyone in the hall was almost there. Knowing that he couldn't get any more ink, he hurriedly pulled up Nanyang and the suitcase and walked towards the elevator. Before he walked, he was far away from the sofa. The people on the side said hello, "Acheng, Teacher Bai, see you later."

Tomorrow night Cheng waved his hand: "Master, hurry up!"

Qing Huan pulled Nanyang into the elevator, Xiaoye dragged a few boxes to follow them, and when the elevator closed, there were only three of them.

Seeing that there are no outsiders, Qing Huan blushed and squeezed Nanyang's hand vigorously, "You have to wake me up next time, I don't know when I will get off the plane."

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and said, "You are too tired, I just want you to rest for a while."

"After the recording is finished today, the program team will give three days of preparation time before leaving for Thailand. At that time, I can stay in bed for three whole days. Are you afraid that I won't have a good rest?"

Nan Yang looked at her, her eyes slowly moved down from her face, and landed on her fingers on the luggage lever.

"Well, I'm afraid."

Nan Yang replied softly.

Xiaoye had a cold fight. I don't know why, she seemed to smell the end of the car.

Qing Huan quickly glanced at the leaflet shrunk in the corner, wishing to become transparent, and his face blushed: "There are others here!"

Nanyang glanced at Xiaoye, and his voice was as flat as water: "I don't know when you were more reserved than me."

"You..." Qing Huan looked at Xiaoye, pursed her lips, and said, "Xiaoye, cover your ears."

Xiaoye hurriedly stuffed her left and right little fingers into her ears, thought for a moment, and simply closed her eyes together, trying to be quiet.

Although she closed her eyes, Xiaoye couldn't help but opened a gap, secretly looking at the two people.

I saw Qing Huan leaning forward, and said something in Nan Yang’s ear, without hearing the specific content, but Nan Yang’s face immediately reddened from her ears to the base of her neck, and she looked at the rare area in Qing Huan’s eyes. A little flustered.

Qing Huan licked her lips, a successful smile appeared in her charming eyes.

Xiaoye shook her head and closed her eyes painfully.

How many years will she have to eat such dog food? !

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While waiting for Nanyang and Qinghuan, Qi Yi was also picked up.

Tomorrow night Cheng threw herself into the hotel and shouted, "Sister!"

Qi Yi carried a bag in his hand and stepped forward to block Ming Wancheng who wanted to move his feet. "Stay away from me."

"Where have you been? Why didn't you tell me?" asked aggrievedly tomorrow night.

Qi Yi smiled mysteriously, raised the bag in his hand, took out a thick purple book from it, and shook it in front of Cheng Ming tomorrow: "I'm going to buy you Wusan."

Tomorrow night, he stared blankly at the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" in Qi Yi's hand, and opened his mouth.

The origin of this matter has to be pulled back half a month ago.

The recording started immediately, but the pair was still undecided tomorrow night. The program team of "Honeymoon Together" kept urging from all parties to urge the company that is coming tomorrow night, urging me to acquaint myself, urging Nanyang, and urging Mei Zhongli. Tomorrow night, he was also anxious, Qi Yi never gave a clear explanation, neither agreed nor refused. If it weren't for the consideration that Qi Yi would go to class during the day and night, Cheng would wish to call her 24 calls a day.

On a certain night, Ming Cheng tremblingly got through Qi Yi's phone.

"sister?"

Qi Yi has returned home, is doing homework on the desk, and has his mobile phone on and hands-free, "Huh?"

"Sister, don't you give me an answer today?" Ming Cheng's tone sounded almost crying, "The director told me that if I can't confirm it tomorrow, I will be replaced."

"That's it." Qi Yi was still noncommittal.

"Sister, don't always avoid me. We are just traveling with them. If you don't like me, I can stay away from you and try not to touch you when playing games. You stay home alone during winter vacation. How boring, the master said that your parents will have to come back several months later, I just don’t want you to be alone..."

"A Cheng," Qi Yi's gaze stuck tightly to the test paper, and the red pen drew a cross at the back of a poem, "If the two loves last for a long time, what is the next sentence?"

Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned, "...Huh? What?"

Qi Yi asked again.

Tomorrow night Cheng is still unable to feel the second monk: "What is it?"

"This is the compulsory third of high school Chinese." Qi Yi looked at the same wrongly written paper and smiled gently. "Look, you don't read well, even such a simple one. Poems don’t know."

"Sister, if you promise me to take part, I'll go and recite it right away!" Tomorrow night I pleaded pitifully, "If you are willing to come, let alone recite a few ancient poems, I am willing to ask me to take the college entrance examination next year, really. !"

Qi Yi's eyebrows twitched: "Oh, if you want to say that, I really want to try it."

Tomorrow night Cheng opened her mouth wide, and unexpectedly dug a hole, buried herself at the base of her neck.

Qi Yi originally thought that he could go or not, but now that Cheng Wancheng had thrown out the words, she was also curious whether this unlearned little idiot would really devote himself to learning. A highly educated teacher like her is most willing to save the illiterate. And tomorrow night Cheng happened to be the illiterate who had never even read elementary school.

So from that day on, Cheng was inexplicably thrown into the college entrance examination review army.

Qi Yi also gave her a countdown card, just like other high school students reviewing the college entrance examination, let her stare at the countdown to her exam every day.

Grasp your teeth tomorrow night, learn to learn!

As long as Qi Yizheng can come to participate in variety shows, what happened to her being affected? She just hasn't received a modern education, and she's not a fool. Isn't it possible that with her IQ, she can't learn the lessons that little kids are struggling with?

After half a month.

Standing in the hotel lobby holding the "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-year Simulation" tomorrow night, his head is drooping, recalling his hard work for more than a dozen days of study, and wishing to travel back half a month ago to live his own mouth. Torn to pieces.