Chapter 600

When Nanwan returns to God, he looks at this man leaning against the door plank, smiling rather than smiling, and his eyes are full of banter.

Nan Wan's face turned red at once, just like the embarrassment of being caught on the spot.

"What -" even the voice stuttered.

Han Qiyao so light smile: "I just want to tell you, find a place to hang the clothes, now hang up, very good."

"Well." South evening response.

It seemed that the unnatural atmosphere was eased in an instant.

"I'm not here, and you don't buy food?" Han Qiyao asked again.

South evening is very unnatural to scratch hair: "too busy, forget."

She did not notice whether there was anything left in the refrigerator, and her poor cooking skills. Fortunately, Han Meixin was never picky.

So, there should be nothing in the fridge after all this tossing.

"Go and clean up. We'll go downstairs for dinner. After dinner, we'll go shopping." Han Qiyao said lightly.

"Oh -" Nan Wan nodded passively.

Suddenly, she thought of something and looked at Han Qiyao: "brother Han, what? If I'm ok, I'll go to the hospital --"

"what do you call me?" Han Qiyao's voice is not salty.

"Han Qiyao --" Nan Wan immediately changed his mouth and lowered his head.

In a word, let the previous hot atmosphere instantly return.

But Han Qiyao suddenly stopped: "go and clean up. I told you at the hospital. You can go back on Monday. "

"Good." This time, Nanwan really dares not to do it again.

Han Qiyao was very patient. He waited quietly in the living room for Nanwan, and he didn't linger. After a while, he appeared in front of Han Qiyao.

Han Qiyao was surprised: "OK?"

"Well." South evening response, was asked by Han Qiyao subconsciously looking at himself, "where is wrong?"

Casual shorts, casual T-shirt, hair tied up at random, a plain face, but particularly let people like.

"No Han Qiyao's laryngeal knot slipped, trying to suppress the restless feeling in his heart.

Over the years, the women he contacted, even in the early days of Nanchu, would be slightly pink and black in front of him, and most of them were heavily made up.

is really the first person who doesn't wipe a clean lipstick like South night.

Han Qiyao chuckled and said, "let's go."

"OK." South evening response.

Han Qiyao walked in front of him, and Nanwan followed him. However, she subconsciously kept a proper distance from Han Qiyao.

As a result, Han Qiyao turned around and looked at Nanwan with indifference.

The next moment, Nanwan's hand has been wrapped up by Han Qiyao's big palm and held in the palm. In an instant, the palm of Nanwan becomes sweaty.

"Do you walk so slowly on weekdays?" Han Qiyao was a little inconceivable. "I thought the first thing medical students learned was to run. After all, patients don't wait for others."

"Nanwan":.... "

That's because I saw you, so it was slow.

"You have a breakfast downstairs that looks good. I haven't come back for many years, and I haven't eaten these authentic things for a long time." Han Qiyao shifted the topic, as if to see Nanwan's embarrassment.

Nanwan continued: "well, there are a lot of people in that family. I haven't eaten it for a long time

"What would you like to eat?"

"Pancakes, vermicelli, and steamed buns."

"Good."

……

Han Qiyao led Nanwan down the stairs. When he was at the entrance of the first floor, his neighbor saw him and said, "evening, when did you come back? I haven't seen you for many years."

"Just back." Nanwan should be polite.

This neighborhood has not changed for many years. The speed of gossiping is very fast, so Nanwan is cautious when facing these people.

Especially in the early days of Nanchu.

However, the old lady listened to the voice of Nanwan, but turned around Han Qiyao with a satisfied face: "this is your boyfriend. It's very good. It's good. It's also tall. It looks like it can protect you."

"Er --" Nan Wan was embarrassed.

She moved her lips and wanted to explain. Han Qiyao had already started to speak very quietly: "Auntie, I'll take Nanwan to dinner and talk back."

"Good, good." The old lady replied, "that's what young people want to do. They should pay more attention to their girlfriends."

Nan Wan's face was as red as it could be, but Han Qiyao never changed his face. After nodding with the old lady, he took Nan Wan out of the apartment.

Nanwan didn't return to God for a long time, and Han Qiyao didn't say anything.

On such a matter, it seems that they are all passing by, no one has pierced that layer of paper.

Nanwan also knows that, in fact, nothing happened between her and Han Qiyao, except for the unexpected kiss this morning, and Han Meixin's accident.It seems that things are getting more complicated.

South evening in the heart of a silent sigh, but this mood, but always hide very good.

……

-

they walked all the way to the breakfast shop.

The breakfast shop was bustling with people. Han Qiyao took Nanwan with him for a while, and then it was his turn to take a seat. He put the Nanwan in the position and naturally stood up to start the meal.

Nan, good night, waiting quietly.

Many people come here in the neighborhood, but most of them are regular diners. Everyone and the boss are familiar with each other and talk about their daily life.

Nanwan is very quiet to listen.

It wasn't until Han Qiyao finished buying breakfast that she came back to her mind: "thank you."

"Eat it." Han Qiyao handed the disposable spoon and chopsticks to Nanwan.

Nanwan looks down and eats naturally. Han Qiyao looks at Nanwan motionlessly. Suddenly, Nanwan seems to think of something: "sorry, I think you may not be used to this kind of place."

"No Han Qiyao denied, "my things haven't come up yet. I ordered a bowl of noodles."

"There's a little cage bag or something." Nanwan was embarrassed.

Before Han Qiyao had time to speak, the ring of his mobile phone rang. He signaled and picked it up. The voice of Nanwan stopped abruptly.

Nanwan couldn't hear what the other side said, but Han Qiyao didn't speak much. It was not until the other party finished that he fully expressed his meaning in English.

It's about the company.

Good night. It's quiet.

All of a sudden, Han Qiyao compared xiaolongbao. Nanwan was stunned. He didn't quite understand Han Qiyao's meaning. In that flash of thought, Nan Wan's face turned red instantly.

Is this man going to feed him himself?

But didn't he have another hand?

As a result, when Nanwan thought so, Han Qiyao's other hand was already holding another mobile phone, recording quickly.

This time, it is really no hands.

However, Han Qiyao took a look at Nanwan. With the feeling of rapid heartbeat, he picked up the small cage bag and handed it to Han Qiyao.

This time, Han Qiyao was very cooperative and bit, and then ate one into his mouth.

Nan Wan was silent, and Han Qiyao indicated that Nan Wan would continue.

Nanwan was very obedient and fed. Han Qiyao also ate, recording while eating. When Han Qiyao finished the phone call, xiaolongbao had already reached the bottom.

It's late.

The subtlety of the atmosphere.

Soon, the waiter brought up the beef noodles ordered by Han Qiyao. Han Qiyao put his mobile phone aside at will and ate it naturally with noodles.

South evening also quietly bow head, eating their own noodles.

Before eating a few small steamed buns, Nanwan looked at the vermicelli in front of him again. It seemed that some of them couldn't eat any more, and the oil cake in his hand was only half eaten.

However, it seems that such waste is not very good.

Nan Wan's face wrinkled.

Han Qiyao bowed his head and ate his noodles. Suddenly he saw the expression of Nanwan. He asked, "are you full?"

"Well." Nanwan did not deny, "but the rest, I will eat later."

"It's just right. It's not good. Eat less of these." Han Qiyao said it directly.

Then, he took the cake directly from Nan Wan's hand and sent it to his mouth. Nan Wan was completely stunned and had no response.

It's more ambiguous for people to eat chopsticks than to eat their own bags.

However, Han Qiyao was indifferent. He solved the problem by two or three times. By the way, he also dealt with the remaining vermicelli in Nanwan.

Then, he slowly put down the chopsticks: "the taste is not bad."

"Nanwan":.... "

It's shy and irritable.

However, this man still looks like a man who is OK. He finally hides his face and runs away. Han Qiyao calmly follows Nanwan and walks out calmly.

Until the outside of the breakfast shop, Han Qiyao kept up with the pace of Nanwan.

He didn't take Nanwan's hand any more, but quietly followed Nanwan's side, helping her block the crowd in time, so as not to let anyone touch Nanwan.

It was a kind of subconscious caution, without any hypocrisy.

Nanwan's heart rate is always fast.

They walked towards the supermarket. This time, there was no Han Meixin, only Nanwan and Han Qiyao. Without Han Meixin's tone, Nanwan became more and more silent.

Han Qiyao naturally lowered his head and chose the ingredients he needed. Occasionally, his eyes fell on Nanwan's body, as if he were asking, "do you want this?"

"I can do anything." Nanwan has no idea.

Han Qiyao said, "if you want any snacks, you can get them yourself."

"I'm not a beauty!" Nan Wan looks at Han Qiyao angrily.Han Qiyao but very light smile: "you are all the same in my eyes."

However, this was misinterpreted by Nanwan that Han Qiyao still regarded himself as a child. The kiss in the morning is probably just a momentary confusion.

She no longer cannibalism, also know that men wake up in the morning, physiological reactions will be particularly obvious.

Perhaps, it is in such an atmosphere that something that shouldn't have happened happened.

Nanwan soon put down such a mood: "Oh, then I'm going to empty all the snacks in the supermarket."

"Good." Han Qiyao smiles.

Nanwan snorted, and he really lost a lot of snacks that Han Qiyao didn't agree with. Han Qiyao just took a look and simply put the extra ones back. The ones in the car were tacit.

Nanwan seldom has a temper and takes things back if you don't want to.

Han Qiyao raised his eyebrows.

South evening also pick eyebrows.

Suddenly -

Han Qiyao bowed his head and, taking advantage of the confrontation with himself in the southern evening, kisses him heavily. It is not deep, but it can make people blush.

"One kiss, one bag." Han Qiyao said frankly.

Nanwan's Blush could not be reddened any more

Finally, she said vaguely, "I don't want it."

"Good." Han Qiyao began to laugh, very joking.

Nanwan was silent.

In Han Qiyao's silent movement, the hand that had been released was once again led up, a backhand, and two fingers clasped together.

……

After buying the bill, he walked all the way back to his apartment. Han Qiyao never let go of Nanwan's hand.

South evening slightly has the meaning of struggling, will be held tightly by Han Qiyao once again, without any meaning of loosening. Finally, Nanwan also gave up the struggle.

So, back to the apartment.

Han Qiyao is still the cook, and Nanwan is waiting in the living room.

In the interval between Han Qiyao's cooking, the mobile phone on the table outside rings like this. Nanwan takes a subconscious look at it, and there is no name on it.

"Han..." He changed his address to "Han Qiyao, your phone number."

"You can bring it in for me." Han Qiyao's voice came.

Nanwan answered, picked up Han Qiyao's mobile phone and walked to the kitchen. Han Qiyao was cooking, and had no extra hands. He motioned Nan wan to pick it up and put it in his ear.

Nanwan did it.

She put the mobile phone in Han Qiyao's ear. Han Qiyao held it, and his movements did not stop.

Nanwan stood where she was and didn't leave.

All of a sudden, Han Qiyao turned off the fire and put the dishes on the plate. Then he said quietly, "Mom, I will deal with the affairs between Carrie and me. As for the Xu family, there is no room for discussion. There will be no change in my decision. "

……

After a long time, Han Qiyao didn't speak, but Nanwan can think of Cheng Wanyi's exasperation on the phone.

When Nanchu and Han Qiyao were together, Nanwan did not completely Miss Cheng Wanyi.

Cheng Wanyi's unkindness is still fresh in Nanwan's memory. She really dares not to think about her reaction if she knew Han Qiyao was living here.

This kind of thought, subconsciously let the South evening become shrink back.

She is different from Nanchu after all.

But Cheng Wanyi doesn't know what she said to Han Qiyao on the other end of the phone. Han Qiyao's face becomes impatient.

When they arrived at the door of the apartment, Han Qiyao released Nanwan's hand. Nanwan immediately pulled back his hand and quickly opened the door.

She walked in, and Han Qiyao followed.

When the door of the apartment closes, the noise outside is completely blocked.

On the contrary, Cheng Wanyi's voice became clear through her mobile phone: "Qiyao, I'm not talking about you. You and Xu Jiali have been divorced for so many years. You don't believe it. What are you going to do. Is it not necessary for a mother to go to school hand in hand? "

"What do you mean by that. You take the heart away and don't bring it back. Are you afraid I'll eat it? That's my granddaughter too

Cheng Wanyi gets excited.

But Han Qiyao became more and more indifferent and impatient.

Until Cheng Wanyi said, "Han Qiyao, don't tell me, you still think about Nanchu. Haven't you done enough for Nanchu? You can even give Nanchu equity. Don't be silly now

In a word, Han Qiyao's face changed slightly.

Nanwan changed her face in an instant, but the next second, she looked at Han Qiyao as if nothing had happened, and indicated that she had gone back to her room.

Han Qiyao's eyes were low.

Cheng Wanyi said angrily: "Nanchu got married and gave birth to Lu Xiao Long ago. It has nothing to do with you. Don't be confused with her since she came back Hello... "Han Qiyao hung up the phone directly.

Cheng Wanyi became more and more irritable because of the affairs of the Xu family. However, Han Qiyao did not expect that Cheng Wanyi suddenly mentioned Nanchu.

That's not the point.

The point is that when we mentioned the beginning of the south, it was late in the south.

Obviously, Nanwan has heard that reaction just now.

Han Qiyao's sudden departure completely forced Han Qiyao's suppression of Cheng Wanyi. The next second, he hung up the phone and completely ignored it.

Then, Han Qiyao stood at the door of the room.

When his hand touched the doorknob, he found that the door of the room had been closed. He sank and knocked on the door: "Nanwan, open the door."

"I'm changing." South evening's voice came, but with low depression.

Anyone can hear, at this moment the South night's forbearance.

Han Qiyao didn't pay much attention to the excuse Nanwan made and said word by word: "open the door."

"Brother Han" -- the address of Nan Wan changed again.

"Nanwan, I'll say it for the last time. Open the door." Han Qiyao's voice was terrible, threatening Nanwan.

Nanwan just leaned against the door and didn't open the door. She seemed to be convinced that Han Qiyao couldn't do anything violent. After all, it was her own home.

But the next second, Nanwan knew that when men are unreasonable, they are more terrible than women.

The door was shaking.

Nanwan is really worried that the next second, the door will be dropped.

"Open the door." Han Qiyao's voice came again.

This time, Nanwan did not dare to hesitate and turned to open the door. At the moment of opening the door, Han Qiyao's tall figure had already crowded in, blocking Nanwan behind the door panel.

"What to hide from." Han Qiyao asked Nanwan very lightly.

Nan evening dress confused: "I didn't hide, I just came in to change clothes."

"What about the clothes?" Han Qiyao asked.

"Nanwan":.... "

"Change clothes, but the clothes are not changed, and tears come out?" Han Qiyao's finger abdomen is like this to hold the chin of South evening, ask directly.

"There's something in the eye." Nan Wan explained, "I really need to change."

"Hear my mother say Nanchu?" Han Qiyao asked.

Nanwan didn't speak. She lowered her head. She quietly released Han Qiyao's hand and then explained in a light way: "well, I heard you."

"Not happy?" Han Qiyao copied the bag with both hands, but he did not move the car. He stood like this, "I heard my mother say something about Nanchu, so I left."

"Well." Han Qiyao thought so.

"What she says doesn't need to be taken seriously." Han Qiyao was quiet for a moment before he began to explain, "I will deal with these things as well."

"Good." Nanwan was calmed down.

Indeed, the affair between Nanchu and Han Qiyao has nothing to do with her.

Several times, she would like to blurt out why han Qiyao kisses himself, and what kind of person Han Qiyao thinks of himself. But in this way, she just rolls on the tip of her tongue, but in the end she can't say a word.

Just like now, Nan Wan lowers his head and waits for Han Qiyao to leave.

However, Han Qiyao was so determined that he did not mean to leave.

Nanwan was embarrassed for a moment: "brother Han, I have to change clothes --"

and then -

no more.

Nanwan's voice was completely engulfed by Han Qiyao's kiss on his face. She stared at the man, who leaned against the door, but could not move himself in his sphere of influence.

If the previous kiss also took a bit of gentleness and temptation.

But now the kiss has become fierce, even savage and rude, make the South night whimper, it is painful. However, Han Qiyao did not let go of the meaning of Nanwan. The more he kisses, the deeper he gets.

Thoroughly forced the South evening to a desperate situation.

"Well -" Nanwan sobbed and slapped Han Qiyao on the chest, "brother Han --"

"what do you call me?" Han Qiyao's voice is followed by a gloomy down, eyes sharp looking at the South evening, "I said, do not call me that again."

"Nanwan":.... "

That too hot eyes, in the past, Nanwan has never seen.

It was the man's heat when he saw the woman, and the excitement of the hunter when he saw the prey. Some reactions, even the cover was lazy, were displayed in front of the South evening.

The final resistance, all in this kind of almost warm kiss, was gradually swallowed up.

South evening's hand is led by Han Qiyao, two people are so close, murmur more and more sentimental, this is the sweet and sinking bone, how can not stop.

It was not until Nanwan's breathing became difficult and he sobbed for mercy that Han Qiyao let go of Nanwan.However, his mandible was still against Nanwan's forehead, and his voice was very weak, but it was particularly clear: "you are different from Nanchu. Nanchu is Nanchu. You are you. You don't have to worry about my mom. Do you understand? "

The tip of the tongue in the South evening was boiling hot.

Han Qiyao's voice could not be clearer.

South evening did not speak, seems to be calming their own breath.

Han Qiyao didn't let go of Nanwan. His breath had changed from heavy to calm. However, his eyes were still tender and did not change.

"Why?" For a long time, Nanwan began to speak.

Han Qiyao looked at Nanwan: "I thought I expressed it clearly."

"Nanwan":.... "

"South evening." Han Qiyao's voice was very weak, "I know what you are thinking and what you are worried about. But you should remember that you and Nanchu are not the same type of people. The results of Nanchu and I do not mean anything. Everyone's life trajectory is different, and the final direction will not be the same. "

This may be the longest speech by Han Qiyao and Nan Wan.

Extremely serious, without a hint of banter.

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