I, Qing Huan - Chapter 42

The three people bought the things and took the elevator to the Japanese restaurant on the top floor.

There are not many people in the shopping malls on the first day of the new year. Most of them are still at home with the elderly or visiting relatives for New Year greetings. There are also young people who run out to go shopping at the mall, and most of them are couples. There were few people in the elevator. Three people crowded in the corner and pushed all the masks up.

The walls of the elevator are reflective mirrors, and Qing Huan inadvertently looked up and found that Nan Yang behind him was staring at herself through the mirror.

She turned her eyes away, pushed Nanyang’s forearm with the back of her hand, and whispered, “Don’t look at me.”

“I didn’t look at you.” Nan Yang’s indifferent voice came from behind.

“Nonsense.” Qing Huan frowned, how could this person dare not recognize it?

“Really do not have.”

After Nan Yang finished speaking, there was a rustle, as if he had pulled something out of his bag. After a while, a plain white hand holding toilet paper stretched out from behind. Qing Huan thought she was going to wipe her face or forehead, flushing and preparing to hide, but saw her hand leaning straight forward and hitting the mirror in front of her.

Pressing the toilet paper with his fingers, carefully wiped off a little soot stain there.

Qing Huan: “…”

This person is really cleanliness.

And she was really not looking at herself.

Qing Huan gritted her teeth, and she had a shyness in her heart, who had always been good-tempered.

Although only a pair of eyes were revealed, Cheng could see that Master Qing Huan was angry tomorrow night, but Nan Yang was still wiping the mirror with all his heart. Tomorrow night I am in a hurry. If Master Qinghuan is annoyed, who will introduce her to her? She turned her face to look around, quietly lifted her foot, and gently kicked Nanyang’s calf with her ankle as a warning.

Nanyang really stopped wiping the mirror.

The eyes that she exposed were filled with displeasure, and she looked towards Mingwan Cheng coldly, and two words came out from under the mask:

“presumptuous.”

Tomorrow night Cheng rolled her eyes and turned her head to pretend not to know Nanyang.

Hopeless.

The elevator made a “ding-” sound and reached the top floor. When the people on the outside were all gone, the three talents got out of the elevator one after another. The heating on the top floor was fully turned on, and as soon as I got out of the elevator, I felt an obvious heat wave rushing over, making people blush a bit. Qing Huan immediately forgot the unhappiness she had just received, and asked Nan Yang to take off her coat immediately.

It won’t be good if it gets really hot for a while.

Today, I ordered a Japanese-style private room. Qi Yi has been waiting for a long time. When they were taken to the private room by the waiter, Qi Yi was drowsy with his chin, and the gold-rimmed glasses slipped to the tip of his nose.

The door of the private room was closed, the masks were taken off, and the three people took their seats. Tomorrow night Cheng kept staring at Qi Yi, a large area of ​​red at the base of her ears, and almost gave her feet when she sat on the futon.

“Xiaoyi, sober and sober.” Qing Huan tapped on the table with her finger bones.

Qi Yi rubbed his eyes, his voice a little dumb: “You Buddhas are really hard to get.”

Nanyang sat down upright. The pure black hair that grows to the waist was draped over her shoulders, and the white turtleneck sweater lined her bright and white face, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were rubbed with coldness, making her look like a visible and inaccessible **** .

“Boss Nan, it’s the first time I saw you in person,” Qi Yi smiled and stretched out his hand, “I can’t tell that he is thirty-five years old, too young, young and beautiful.”

Nan Yang glanced at Qi Yi’s stretched hand, turned his head and asked Qinghuan softly: “Can I hold it?”

Qing Huan was pouring tea into the cups of four people, and was taken aback when he heard the words, “Dang…Of course it can.”

So Nan Yang stuck out four fingers from the sleeves of the sweater, and gently touched Qi Yi’s knuckles with his fingertips.

Qi Yi retracted his hand, rubbed his thumb and forefinger back and forth, aftertastes Nan Yang’s cold skin, and tweeted: “Hey, I can’t tell that Boss Nan is a strict wife. He has to ask for instructions even when he shakes his hand. To hold it?”

“She’s very brainy, don’t make fun of her.” Qing Huan replied with a smile.

Qi Yi shook his head: “Zhuzhu, are you now protecting? I didn’t say anything.”

Nan Yang pursed her lips and remained silent.

Qi Yi noticed Ming Wancheng, who was sitting in the corner and kept silent. She pushed the gold glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked with interest: “This little sister is the one you and I mentioned, and is in the same group as you. Second female actor?”

“Yes, her name is Mingwancheng, you just call her Acheng.”

Qi Yi smiled friendly to Cheng Cheng tomorrow night: “Listening to Zhu Zhu, you always wanted to know me?”

Tomorrow night he nodded wildly with a red face.

Qi Yi picked up the water glass and poured water into his mouth: “What do you know about me?”

Tomorrow night Cheng straightened up, blinked his big eyes, and excitedly called with a sincere 120,000 points:

“sister!”

Qi Yi looked at her with water in his mouth.

Tomorrow night, with a blushing face, he squatted and asked out the second half of his throat loudly:

“You, can you support me?” ? ?

Nanyang: “…”

Qing Huan: “…”

Qi Yi: “Puff…cough cough…”

A sip of water almost sprayed on Nanyang on the opposite side.

Qi Yi covered his mouth and wet chin with a tissue, looked at the teenage girl diagonally across from him in amazement, and quickly looked at Qing Huan with unbelievable eyes.

Tomorrow night Cheng said again: “Sister, I am also a little star anyway, and I will become a big star in the future, and I will become famous and famous. You will not lose out on supporting me.”

Qing Huan didn’t expect Cheng to say such a thing tomorrow night. She is more puzzled than Qi Yi. If tomorrow night Cheng is really just looking for someone to support her, shouldn’t she go to the rich bosses? Qi Yi is just a high school teacher. Although there is no shortage of money at home, there is absolutely no confidence to spend money on her. What is Cheng thinking about tomorrow night?

Nan Yang sat on the side with a sullen face, at this moment there was only one thought in his mind.

People who are three thousand years old are so embarrassed to call out the word “sister”.

However, at this time, Cheng is also eighteen years old tomorrow. Qi Yi is twenty-six this year. To some extent, he is eight years older than Ah Cheng. She called the princess sister three thousand years ago, and she still calls her sister now, which is reasonable.

Qi Yi sighed helplessly, looked at Ming Wancheng who was full of childishness on the opposite side, and asked, “Is it right to call you Acheng?”

Nodding hurriedly tomorrow night.

“Then Acheng, did you graduate from high school?”

Tomorrow night Cheng looked blank, “High…high school?”

Qi Yi frowned, his eyes could not hide the question: “You haven’t studied high school, right?”

Cheng Cheng slowly shook his head tomorrow night.

“What about junior high school?”

Cheng continued to shake his head tomorrow night.

“How about elementary school? Haven’t studied in elementary school?”

Still shook his head.

The expression on Qi Yi’s face became more and more ugly: “You haven’t even studied nine years of compulsory education?”

Tomorrow night I opened my mouth and thought to myself, I don’t know if I have been practicing kendo in Beichaoshan for more than ten years.

Qing Huan didn’t expect Cheng Cheng to read a book tomorrow night. Now the affair between her and Qi Yi is even more hanging. Qi Yi’s scholarly family has a high school diploma, and Qi Yi himself is also a graduate student, and is still taking an exam. And tomorrow night Cheng didn’t even go to elementary school.

What is this called? The most cute poor education?

“Sister, would you dislike me because of this?” Ming Wancheng knew where her face was superior, and at this time she began to blink those innocent big eyes again, and artificially made her eyes contain a little tear.

Qi Yi squeezed out from the gap between his teeth: “I, I think we may not be able to talk about the word’dislike’…”

Tomorrow night Cheng suddenly leaned forward and grasped Qi Yi’s wrist.

“Sister, try it, try to raise me, I am very easy to raise. Please, I will be very obedient, you can do anything you tell me, really.” She said, tears almost came down.

Nan Yang’s face was frozen to ice on one side, and his hands were clenched into fists.

The teacher is unfortunate.

It’s really unfortunate.

Qi Yi was frightened, and the golden silk glasses slipped on the tip of his nose again. The girl’s scorching body temperature was tightly wrapped around her wrist, she twisted hard, but found that she couldn’t get away.

Qing Huan interrupted and said, “Acheng, don’t you let Xiaoyi go first, you guys…”

Tomorrow night I turned a deaf ear to Qi Yi, “Sister, where are you staying today? Do you want to stay at our hotel? Can I see you at night?”

Qi Yi pushed his glasses, his voice was trembling: “Oh Zhu Zhu, I feel that I am suddenly not too hungry, or I will take a step first, you slowly…”

Tomorrow night Cheng’s tears flowed down the corner of her eyes: “Sister, don’t you like me?”

“I……”

Qi Yi looked at the poor girl in front of him, afraid and softhearted. She had never been confessed so eagerly. Her mind was numb and she didn’t know what she was saying: “I don’t like you…”

“Sister likes me?” Tomorrow night, he burst into tears and smiled, and put the small note that he had prepared a long time ago into Qi Yi’s hand. “Great, this is my mobile phone number and WeChat ID. Sister, remember to add I, send me the location at night, I will find you!”

Qi Yi faintly took it, and a layer of mist formed on the glasses.

The waiter knocked on the door and Qi Yi had already ordered the set meal. Tomorrow night Cheng had to let go of Qi Yi and free the table for the waiter to serve. After the dishes were served, the atmosphere on the dinner table eased slightly. Tomorrow night Cheng smirked at Qi Yi while eating sashimi, making Qi Yi all goose bumps.

The Japanese food is set by Qi Yi, and Nanyang does not like to eat Japanese food. She still prefers to eat traditional Chinese food.

Qing Huan noticed that Nanyang didn’t move his chopsticks much, and asked her in a low voice, “Is my hands sick? Why don’t you eat sushi?”

Nanyang stared at the green dip in the saucer for a long while, then replied softly, “Mustard.”

“Don’t like mustard?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Nan Yang paused, his voice lowered, “I cry after eating, so I can’t eat.”

The scene of Nanyang holding her eyes and tears after she accidentally ate mustard appeared in Qing Huan’s mind. The corners of her mouth couldn’t help but laugh, but she still calmed her mouth: “Then don’t dip the mustard, dip Thousand Island sauce, or pour some soy sauce.”

Nanyang still shook his head: “I don’t want to eat.”

“Eat some, the dumplings you ate in the morning are almost digested now. If you don’t eat them now, you will get hungry and stomachache at night.”

“…I really don’t eat it, just eat it.”

“Try one, this one tastes good.”

Qinghuan picked up a caviar sushi and handed it to Nanyang’s mouth. Suddenly she remembered that she was calling sister Qi Yi tonight. Qi Yi was eight years older than her, so she called her sister. So Nanyang is eleven years older than himself, can he scream like this too?

“Do you really want me to feed you?” The smile on Qing Huan’s lips became a little bad, and her tone was deliberately stained with ambiguity, and she said the next two words softly and attractively, “Sister?”

Nan Yang raised his eyes sharply, his light brown pupils vibrating strongly.