Chapter 176

At the end of the information, there was no question or censure from Zhang Yichen, but it can be seen from the detailed screenshot of others that manxing's teacher was guilty.

Nanxi stroked back the black hair that blocked his sight, and the eight dead king came to add blocking at 7:00 in the morning. Did it happen that grandma Zhang saw it? Then she is really sinful.

He looked up and asked Huang Yi, "did the hot search explode?"

Looking at the end of the bed, there was no one. A reply came from the door: "I didn't see the hot search. It's estimated that President Zhang withdrew. I'll go downstairs for a walk. Come on!" kindly help her light the don't disturb button, pull the door out and lock the door. A reassuring attitude that Huang Ma will let the wind out.

Nanxi emptied her mind for a few seconds, and then went to check the group of loving family first. The news in the group stopped at the chef's ordering introduction sent by mother Zhang yesterday. Each dish name was unique.

Besides the festive blessings, there are hidden mysteries. For example, a eight treasure rice, named honghuohuo juhuan. Another example is Longjing shrimp, named fuze Wandai jimantang.

Nanxi, who often dives in the group, always feels that every tea with complete color, flavor and flavor is almost nothing. Chizi group only sent Aite, her and Zhang Yichen to taste the meaning.

Looking at the calm situation in the group, she boldly judged that it had not yet caught the ears of her elders.

To be on the safe side, I sent a message to nanmu: Mom, I'm rehearsing. I'll appear at 8:10 p.m. the day after tomorrow. Go back by plane immediately after the performance. You have to get home around 11 o'clock. Your body is the most precious. Don't go hungry for new year's Eve dinner. I should be able to catch the order of dumplings and wrap my favorite shrimp and scallop stuffing.

With an uneasy heart, wait five minutes for nanmu to reply: OK, we'll watch you on time in front of the TV. Your favorite squirrel mandarin fish, mom left one for you.

Nanxi had planned to suggest that the whole family come to the Spring Festival Gala, but considering the tradition of burning paper and incense for ancestors at 30, she gave it up.

The idea of asking Zhang Yichen whether to go home to watch the new year flashed through his mind. He was afraid to show his horse's feet and followed him.

After confirming that the home was calm, Nanxi was stable and not in a hurry, and cut out the message of Wang BA's "raising the teacher and asking for punishment".

Put on your favorite pink and woolen slippers and walk to the washroom. A pair of red insoles are embroidered on the surface of the slippers, with the words "stepping on villains" embroidered with gold thread.

On that day, nanmu raided and changed all the sofas in her apartment into red sofa covers, leaving this dazzling insole.

Seems too clear about her daughter's virtue, forced to sew thread on her slippers and gave a severe warning: "go through the 15th day of the first month for your mother."

Nanxi looked sad and could make do with it. She just wanted to apply for nanmu to change four words into: evil will not invade.

But seeing nanmu's evil look, she counseled.

Remove the good morning film, return to your thoughts, the mobile phone inserted in the hollow network vibrates endlessly, and the video application comes again.

Nanxi refused to accept, and a succession of video applications continued.

Let's dry up the water cream, take out your mobile phone and return to the memo to see your eyes. Since Zhang Yichen's cold days, it has doubled.

As a man, reputation comes first.

Come to the tea table by the window, lean lazily into the sofa, connect the video, and quietly look at the cold face opposite.

They hadn't seen each other for nearly half a month. Nanxi found that she was calm. She always thought that it was the desire to win.

"Xi'er." he didn't suffer her determination after all.

Nanxi said faintly, "well."

"I'm going to announce our relationship on the first day of the new year and give a new year gift to the expectations of the two old people."

The unreasonable decision was outrageous and grandiose, using two old people as reasons.

Nanxi closed her eyes deeply. When she opened them, her eyes were very sharp and said, "Zhang Yichen, it's very easy to make a choice. But have you ever thought about it? The announcement will make the old man happy for a while. In case we leave one day, the harm will only be greater for the old man." the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Zhang Yichen's thin lips raised a frivolous radian and asked with a smile, "are you afraid that the old people will get hurt or that you won't be able to spread gossip after the announcement?"

Nanxi sighed. What can she explain about the fictional 'novel'?

I can't stand Zhang Yichen's self righteous straight male brain circuit and his way of communication.

"You want to think what you like," he whispered, angrily hanging up the phone and sitting in bed, angry and sweating.

After self-regulation for a while, I'm still angry.

When he heard the door bell, he put on his slippers and went to open the door. Huang Yi and the hotel housekeeper entered together and brought delicious breakfast.

With soybean milk, I ate the milk flavored blessing bag specially provided by the hotel for the new year, the seemingly ordinary white steamed stuffed bun, and opened it with a mouth full of strawberry jam. It was sweet and delicious.

When you are full, you feel a little better.

Huang Yi can't compare with Nanxi's bird stomach. She is still far away from satiety. She swipes her mobile phone while sweeping the table full of food.

Peel off the egg skin, put it into your mouth, and suddenly exclaimed, "Yi?"

Nanxi's heart sank. Did Zhang Yichen make it public? The brain is fast thinking about how she should respond, silent? Retort? Turn over?

Entangled to Huang Yi's surprise, she still didn't find the answer.

"There is a new hot search for Mao song's apology."

Do a good job in psychological construction in advance. Nanxi raised her eyes and asked, "only apology?"

"Yes, only sorry."

Huang Yi swallowed the egg and scooped out her favorite applesauce with a spoon. There were only two girlfriends in the room and no outsiders. She didn't worry about her image and licked it to her mouth.

Nanxi took her mobile phone, turned over the hot search list, and probably scanned her eyes and handed it back to her.

Huang Yi was curious and couldn't stop her desire for sweets. She sent most of the remaining spoons to the entrance and asked vaguely, "how fat is it?" from Nan Xi's indifferent look, she should have found out the reason.

Huang Yi has a hunch that Mao song's strange document has something to do with Nanxi. It should be said that it can't get rid of the continuous connection with Zhang Yichen.

But she was as timid as she was. At that time, she only looked at the phone name and didn't dare to unlock the phone with Nanxi's sleeping face to view the specific content, so she couldn't connect in series.

In order to spend the morning smoothly, Nanxi avoided a question repeater in her ear and replied, "yesterday, Mao song's agent broke the news to the small marketing number and asked them to hide in the dark and capture the scene of interaction between Mao song and me. In particular, she gave a close-up of the pajama as hard evidence, and Zhang Yichen withdrew the hot search in the morning."

Huang Yi was surprised when she heard this: "oh my God, no! Think about it carefully. Mao song, the Mediterranean agent, from the perspective of face and constellation, the sun Libra in Tianting depression rises, and Capricorn has more eyes." starting from Nanxi, Huang Yi followed superstition and was keen to discuss with Zhou Jie, and Zhou Yi studied most of the Western constellations. Often a combination of Chinese and western, amazing words.

"Guess why he deliberately rubbed the heat at the risk of offending people?" Nanxi kaohuang Yi.

Huang Yi instigated her fingers stained with jam and licked her lips. She should: "promise to be a song loser for nothing. Think of rubbing more."

Nanxi nodded with satisfaction: "my yellow mother is getting smarter and smarter."

Huang Yi smiled and praised her little ancestor: "you've led a good ~ look at it like this. It's not easy for Mao song to tear his face and send a document to explain without authorization for you and his agent."

Although there are only two words, it is enough to make up space for people who accidentally see hot search. Take all the mistakes and turn ambiguity into an Oolong in disguise.

"Well, the children have a good character. The bad thing is that the core of the company has struggled with LONGYE for a long time, and it is easy to bring into the side door thinking to deal with things. I hope that through this matter, they can understand the normal rules of the entertainment industry."

Nanxi is so calm and so that Huang Yi can't bear to destroy the atmosphere. But she wants to make complaints about it: Mao song company has a bad style of doing things in a clever way, but Nan Xi is the BUG of entertainment. Don't play cards according to common sense. People who used to look good, on the premise that the two sides had clearly agreed, Nanxi and the company occasionally acquiesced in each other's rubbing her heat. In the past six months, her heat has become more and more difficult to rub, basically cutting off the channel to increase CP powder.

Like an iron cock, stingy.

Knowing the relationship between Nanxi and Zhang Yichen, Huang Yi redefined the word stingy, which may include unilateral spiritual possession.

Fortunately, she was lucky and knocked on Shenyan CP early, the most unbreakable group.

For her own CP consideration, she is more considerate. Nanxi seems to indulge Zhang Yichen much more than before.

With small selfishness, forward the short video brushed by boredom to Nanxi and remind: "look at your mobile phone."

Nanxi reluctantly turns out the lost mobile phone from the bed, unlocks it and applies for two more videos.

Ignore it, enter Huang Yi's wechat chat box and click the latest short video to play.

In the short video, there was a lovely cartoon big head girl who handed a small flower forward and said with milk: "little sister, you are so beautiful, brave and strong, so why do you want to be a wronged little fool? You are the most beautiful person in the world."

Nanxi was deeply touched. Yes, why should she be wronged by Zhang Yichen! I can't stand it! It must be returned.

Seeing the delicate apricot eyes rekindle their fighting spirit, Huang Yi safely picked up the plate: "I'll buy some mineral water downstairs. You need to drink more water to practice your voice."

Get a nod and leave the room with a cheerful step. I believe that with the courage of my little ancestors and the full-scale mockery skills, they will definitely return to the exclusion mode.

As if Zhang Yichen and Huang Yi had agreed, as soon as Huang Yi left, Zhang Yichen made a new call.

Nanxi adjusted her breathing rate and connected: "Zhang Yichen." she took the initiative to call him.

"Well, Xi'er, my parents asked me to call you home for the new year."

Not connected to the video, through the expectation to imagine his cold and arrogant face, Jianmei Meifeng should frown slightly.

Nanxi sipped the pink and tender lip flap that got up early without grease, and the elders commanded him? When did Zhang Yichen become a good baby?

The excuse is so perfunctory that she and he always have nothing to do with good words, unless they cooperate voluntarily.

"Zhang Yichen, can we communicate directly in the future? Don't engage in Yin and Yang. It's annoying to test every time."

Nanxi's accumulated temper of half a month broke out at the moment, and she was already ready to hang up the phone again. Whether the other party hung up or not, she should be angry anyway.

Hold your breath and wait for a few seconds. The opposite side is silent. Take the phone to your eyes and see that the screen display is still in the call.

"People?" Nanxi confirmed whether the other party was still there.

"Oh, what else?" Mingming also laughed wildly and disrespectfully. Nanxi may not wake up. She actually heard the helplessness of connivance.

A soft heart appeared out of time. I remembered that I had asked the other party to hang up three times in recent January, and cold violence spread all over almost the whole December.

Disdain said: "just now, you can directly ask me about Mao song and me. For example, half a month ago, you can directly ask me if you like the gift I gave you? You have attacked me several times, no matter because you are jealous, lose face or think it will affect the income, please say it directly! We are all very busy and time is very precious. Don't try more, OK?"

Dunton thought of something and added: "what's the matter with me? Don't you know if you put so many electronic devices and people around me? You wronged good people all day!"

If it is enough to break through the other party's bottom line, Nanxi's fingers are always hanging on the red key of the phone. Decide to hang up before the other party as long as there is something wrong. Just at the end, what's the pain on your nose? It must have just wanted to drink another mouthful of soybean milk. Huang Yi took it away in advance and didn't drink it. It gave birth to discomfort.

"My Xi'er is so delicate. I can't tolerate any unhappiness."

And laugh at her!? Nanxi said, "yes, I'm the most petite and stingy. Don't call me in the future."

"I say I'm jealous."

The deep bass knocked on the heart door from his ear. Nanxi's heart was in a mess, and her hand trembled and drew the red key.

The heart is smashed like broken beads, which is dissipated calmly with the jump of the interface. After receiving the information, she thought she was calm enough. When the word "I'm jealous" reappeared, her heart beat several times faster.

The next message is also premeditated, leaving no room for her to think.

Zhang Yichen: I wish I could have the super ability to see through your mind, so I don't have to worry about whether you are duplicity. Face each other in the future, okay?

Nanxi was staring at a few lines of words, and her heart beat repeatedly against her towering heart wall with impending feelings.

On the way to the studio, Huang Yixin smiled happily. Her ancestors definitely deserve to be the first sister in the entertainment industry. Just half an hour to deal with things clearly. Look at the sassy way of swearing and scolding. The flush on your face hasn't gone away for a long time.

"Huang Ma, help me boil some warm water, thank you."

"Haole." Huang Yi was extremely eager. She followed her ancestors at home, and it was just around the corner.

In the recording studio, Nanxi covered her headphones with her hands and closed her eyes to sing affectionately.

"You make me dream, bridge with my heart, wait for you, and guard your love for thousands of years."

Sing to the high. Chao part, automatically integrate into its feelings, and the flexible voice breaks through the shackles of imprisonment.

After singing a song, I looked at the mixer opposite the glass. The tuner and Huang Yi looked at her foolishly and didn't comment for a long time.

He looked at Mao song and asked curiously, "am I poor at singing?"

Mao song gave the tuner a strange look, and then looked back at Nanxi.

There was a pair of black framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, but the excited eyes were clear through the mirror and shook his head: "it's great. The treble was successful and rich in emotion."