Chapter 622

So when I met these things, Han Qiyao took them with him automatically. South night said that not moved is false, can be held in the hands of Han Qiyao, is also South night did not expect.

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The process of furniture selection is not complicated, and the South night is not a difficult choice.

Only compared with Han Qiyao's favorite cold and hard tone, the South night chose the warm color mainly beige, which is still very harmonious as a whole, and is very close to the style of hard clothes.

After buying furniture, South night still thought about what he bought.

Han Qiyao smiled: "No."

"I don't remember what I bought." South night looks a little bit distressed.

Han Qiyao can not help holding the chin of the South night, so kissed the past: "you choose no more extraordinary, I like it."

"That's really quite a different kind of thing?" "South night surprised a jump," you quickly and the manager said, those do not, you have chosen again. "

Han Qiyao is helpless.

He said nothing, so he held the South night hand, and had already focused on the road ahead.

In the afternoon, there was a bit of traffic jam on the Jiangcheng road.

And in the South evening in the young think about a circle, back to God, this road is not to the golden bottle apartment road.

This time, Han Qiyao had explained that he didn't wait for the South night to open up.

"I sent back the decorative paintings at home. The master and the people who sent them were waiting for us in the villa."

"Oh." Nodded late in the south.

Han Qiyao didn't say much more, driving quietly.

South night heart suddenly jumped a little fast, can not say the feeling, the brain inexplicable but all are mi Yue in the phone and their own things.

Han Qiyao said the paintings had been sent back.

In a moment, the South was a little nervous, and the hand held the edge of the seat so that it was motionless.

Until Han Qiyao parked his car in the parking space of the villa, he stopped the car and got out of the car. The tension in the South night was not calm down.

Even, standing at the door of the villa, the South night seemed hesitant.

Han Qiyao looked south in a strange way: "what's wrong?"

"Nothing." South night shook his head, "what painting, still worth making you so much effort to come here."

"From the United States. It was always in the United States home. " Han Qiyao said that the face is not changed, "you see, like not like, or to adjust to where, can."

This is what I said at the South night.

Then Han Qiyao led his southern night hand to the villa.

When people in the villa saw Han Qiyao, they saluted respectfully and asked, "Han Zong, where are these paintings to hang?"

Han Qiyao pushed south very lightly: "ask my wife."

The worker looked South late.

The voice of South night was a little hasty, but tried to calm down: "I will look at these paintings first, can I?"

"Of course." The workers dare not to slow down.

The paintings were removed from the box, and the South night was completely quiet.

These paintings, indeed, were paintings that they liked in the United States in the late Southern years. At that time, the South night, not only can not afford to buy, but also there is no place to put these.

But beautiful paintings never come soon. What she likes will be bought soon and will not be seen when she goes again.

Even some, after the gallery is displayed, will be sent to the auction, all of which are priced at sky.

As a result, nanevening did not expect that these paintings were actually seen here. As miyue said, Han Qiyao has bought what he likes very early.

South night eyes red, so look at Han Qiyao.

Han Qiyao is standing in front of the window, making a phone call.

The tall figure, very upright standing, single hand bag position let people how to see can not move eyes. Han Qiyao is very busy, and taking time to do these things will take more time to deal with public affairs.

So, South night did not end up toward Han Qiyao, very quiet turn, and workers to explain, which painting to hang where.

And in the small living room, are hanqiyao has hung the good painting, that was once his own painting, from the astringency to maturity.

Such a man, in the most moistened and silent way, cares and likes himself. He is clear and clear. Maybe, it is not as clear as other men to put "I love you" in his heart, but it always makes people feel full of security.

Originally, many years ago, there was a person, so quietly concerned about their emotions.

That person, who has always been on the top of his heart,

she is hiding, and Han Qiyao also hides it.

Perhaps, this layer of paper, without the words of MI Yue, this life may not be broken.

But now, South night suddenly felt that nothing is more important than being with this person. Those ideas, those worries, become redundant.If you have Han Qiyao, someone can protect you from the wind and rain.

She looked at Han Qiyao quietly, but the speed of the workers was very fast. According to the meaning of Nanwan, all the paintings were put in fixed positions.

Then, the workers packed up their tools: "Mrs. Han, if it's OK, we'll go first."

"Hard work." Nan Wan smiles gently.

The worker was embarrassed to scratch his head, which quickly walked out of the villa.

Han Qiyao is still talking on the phone.

Nanwan quietly walked past. For the first time, he hugged Han Qiyao's waist from behind. Han Qiyao was stunned and looked down at Nan Wan.

All of a sudden, the expression was a little incomprehensible.

The South evening party is seldom so active and close to people. Almost all of them are Han Qiyao's initiative, and the South evening party is passive.

Such a southern evening made Han Qiyao feel a little confused.

"What's the matter?" Han Qiyao asked in a low voice.

Nan Wan shook his head: "no, hold you."

Some ideas have sprung up.

"I'll finish this call soon, eh?" Han Qiyao's voice became gentle.

"Good." South evening response.

However, Nan Wan held Han Qiyao's hand but didn't let go. He stuck it so quietly. Han Qiyao was so distracted by Nan Wan that he didn't want to talk about the phone again. He quickly hung up his mobile phone.

Then, Han Qiyao turned around, changed the direction of Nanwan and circled it into his arms.

He looked down at the little girl in his arms: "what do you think? How come all of a sudden. "

Nanwan did not speak, Ren hanqiyao held it.

"If you don't like those paintings, don't worry about them." Han Qiyao thought for a moment and continued.

"I love it." South evening response.

Han Qiyao was quiet for a moment, then he said with a low smile, "what's the matter?"

Nanwan looks up and looks at Han Qiyao. Suddenly, he stands on tiptoe and kisses Han Qiyao's lip. He pokes out the tip of his tongue mischievously and outlines a clear outline along this man's thin lips.

She can clearly feel that Han Qiyao's body is tight.

Even, the hands around his waist are not consciously tight, and then look at their eyes, full of love and tenderness, but also with a bit of danger.

"Nanwan --" Han Qiyao called the name of Nanwan.

However, the South evening has not stopped and has released Han Qiyao: "I just want to kiss you."

Han Qiyao:

Such initiative, too sudden, the first person caught off guard became Han Qiyao. But looking at Nan Wan's eyes, there is no clue.

Before Han Qiyao had time to speak, Nan Wan continued to say, "Han Qiyao, will one day I want to marry, and you don't want to marry me?"

In a word, Han Qiyao's heart beat tight: "what do you say?"

Nan Wan repeated it once, and his eyes were shining at Han Qiyao.

Han Qiyao said with a heavy voice, "No. As long as you want to marry, I will

"Good." Nan Wan nods.

"Why ask me all of a sudden?" Han Qiyao was quiet and asked Nanwan.

"Do you like these paintings? I remember you didn't really like these things. Or do you think these paintings look better at home? "

She is testing Han Qiyao.

Han Qiyao light explanation: "well, I think you should like it, so I sent someone to buy it back."

"But a lot of paintings have been bought early, and some of them are from the auction." Nan Wan continued.

Han Qiyao did not change his face: "there are always channels."

"Oh -" the man didn't intend to tell the truth, but Nanwan understood it.

"Why ask these questions all of a sudden?" Han Qiyao looks down at Nanwan.

"What do you do on Monday?"

Han Qiyao was stunned and thought about it seriously: "the meeting has been held all day. I've been busy recently. There were a lot of meetings in the middle of the year. What's the matter? What can I do for you

"It's OK." South evening should, "ask casually."

Han Qiyao looked at Nanwan quietly. He always felt strange, but he couldn't find the problem. Finally, Han Qiyao gave up.

Nanwan then released Han Qiyao. Zai Zai stood under the painting carefully and looked at these words without speaking.

Han Qiyao accompanied Nanwan.

Until Nanwan came back to God: "let's go, let's go to pick up Mei Xin and go home."

"Good." Han Qiyao naturally took Nanwan's hand. "It takes some time for furniture to be customized, and it will take about three months to live."

"Good." Nan Wan nods.

She was smiling at Han Qiyao.

Han Qiyao couldn't help but kiss Nanwan. Nan Wan didn't refuse or even took the initiative. Han Qiyao couldn't help it.

When walking to the door, Nanwan is completely against the gate.Han Qiyao looked at Nanwan in this way. His eyes did not deviate, and he did not dodge in the South evening. When Han Qiyao looked at it, suddenly, the air around him became quiet.

South evening saw Han Qiyao's laryngeal knot rolling, and the strength of his palm slightly tightened.

He didn't give Nanwan too much space to think about. Han Qiyao kisses him. Some of them are rude and some are savage. What's more, he is driven by his impatience.

The South evening bears, does not dodge.

This active appearance is the biggest encouragement for men.

Han Qiyao breathed heavily and looked at Nanwan: "want it?"

"A little bit." Nanwan's voice was also in a hurry.

There is no furniture in the villa. It's empty. It's obviously not suitable, but because of the southern evening, Han Qiyao suddenly feels that he is a hairy boy, totally out of control.

While kissing Nanwan, he closed the door of the villa heavily and walked directly to the French window.

Nanwan exclaimed.

The whole person has been pressed on the guardrail of the French window by Han Qiyao. Through the polished and bright glass, she can clearly see her face like peach blossom.

The surrounding air, gradually become thin up.

The heart beat faster and faster, and the skin was hot together. However, it did not make people break away from the scene.

The body is shouting wildly.

Han Qiyao became savage and rude.

All the emotions are in this body language, and there is no sound. The chest with clear texture and sweat was full of sweat until it broke out completely. It was only then that such a hearty Joy came to an end.

But the aftertaste is a long time, reverberating around the two people.

……

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Nanwan only felt crazy. Finally, Han Qiyao packed himself up and put on his clothes. When he got back to the car, Nanwan didn't recover.

If such a thing happened again, Nanwan felt that he would die in the past.

However, she was the initiator of the incident.

Han Qiyao had already adjusted his breath and focused on driving. From time to time, his eyes fell on Nanwan. Nanwan turned around embarrassed and looked at the scene outside the window.

Han Qiyao did not break through the still ambiguous atmosphere.

Because of the initiative of Nanwan, Han Qiyao's mood was inexplicably happy.

He took Nanwan's hand and drove towards Jinzun apartment.

……

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Monday.

Han Qiyao first sent Han Meixin to the school, and then sent Nanwan to the hospital.

When we arrived at Ruijin, neither Han Qiyao nor Nanwan spoke, nor did Nanwan take the initiative to get off the bus.

Finally, the speaker was Han Qiyao: "get out of the car. I'll be late later."

Nanwan still did not move, as if thinking about something.

"What's the matter?" Han Qiyao asked.

Nanwan was quiet for a moment: "if you are free in the afternoon, please leave me some time?"

"Something?" Han Qiyao is really curious.

"Well. I'd like to ask you to a movie. I'm free in the afternoon. Call me when you're not busy. " Nan Wan said without changing her face.

Although Han Qiyao felt strange, he did not refuse.

It seems that from the beginning of going to the ancestral house of Han family, the South evening is a little different, especially in the villa. But when I came back from the villa and picked up Han Meixin, it became different.

During this period, Nanwan always hides Han Qiyao by Han Meixin.

This time, Nanwan no longer hides from this person, but becomes active.

Although he was still shy, he felt a little bit more willing to refuse and welcome back. Compared with the past, it was really different. Such a change surprised Han Qiyao.

But there is no reason for the change.

In the end, Han Qiyao didn't say anything: "well, I'll call you after the meeting."

"Good." Nanwan opened the door and got out of the car.

As Nanwan got off the bus, Han Qiyao clasped Nanwan's hand. Nanwan turned around and looked at Han Qiyao, so he took the initiative to kiss his lips: "see you in the afternoon!"

Han Qiyao:

I'm too active, but I'm not used to it.

But this feeling, but there is a damn good.

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At noon -

Nanwan and his colleagues had lunch in the canteen of the hospital. They did not have a rest. They quickly went back to the office and recorded the operation points in the morning. Then Nanwan turned off the computer, picked up his bag and went out.

The nurse knew that Nanwan was on vacation in the afternoon and said hello to Nanwan. Nanwan nodded with a smile and took a taxi and left in a hurry.

Nanwan didn't go anywhere, went directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

This is the place where Han Qiyao brought the South late last time.When she stepped back here, Nanwan was still excited. After she refused, Han Qiyao returned the registered permanent residence to herself.

But at the moment, Nan Wan's hands holding these things, quietly found a seat and sat down.

If Nanwan remembers correctly, Han Qiyao put all the materials he needed in the car. He said that. He was worried that one day, he would suddenly want to get married, and he would have to prepare for it. Keep it by your side and register at any time.

Today is not a special time, so when we go to work in the afternoon, there are only a few couple of new people in the Civil Affairs Bureau who are going through the registration procedures.

Just looking at it like this, you can feel your heart beat faster in the evening.

She wondered whether she should call Han Qiyao.

I thought that Nanwan really did, but when Nanwan was ready to call, Han Qiyao's mobile phone had already called.

Nanwan calmed down and picked it up.

Han Qiyao's voice came: "are you not in the hospital?"

Obviously, the voice was slightly surprised.

In the morning, Han Qiyao remembered Nanwan's words. He did not deny that he was more or less distracted by Nanwan. In the end, Han Qiyao directly handed over the meeting in the afternoon to the deputy general manager and drove out to find Nanwan.

This is the first time Nanwan has asked for himself.

Han Qiyao wanted to surprise Nanwan.

As a result, Han Qiyao did not expect that Nanwan was a surprise to himself. When he arrived at the hospital, he was ignored and told that Nanwan left at noon and took a vacation in the afternoon and would not come back.

This makes Han Qiyao cry and laugh to call Nanwan.

"No Nanwan was quiet, "why did you come here so quickly and finish the meeting?"

"Someone asked me out of my mind." Han Qiyao said it directly.

"Nanwan":.... "

"Where is it?" Han Qiyao didn't give Nanwan too much space to think about. He asked directly.

South evening thought, looked up at the house number above the Civil Affairs Bureau, said: "No. 555 Pingjiang road."

"Where?" Han Qiyao didn't recover for a moment.

Nanwan is simply: "that's it!"

Then, Nanwan directly hung up his mobile phone, which was the first time that he hung up Han Qiyao's phone so neatly.

Han Qiyao was stunned. He didn't know where to go.

In Pingjiang road generation, most of them were offices of the municipal government. There were few large commercial centers and few tourist attractions. Apart from some old buildings, there was no place to play.

What's more, this day, at this point in the afternoon, it's still a little hot.

Han Qiyao doesn't think that the South evening party likes to visit Pingjiang road at this time point.

After sinking, Han Qiyao opened the map of his mobile phone and entered 555 Pingjiang road. After that, Han Qiyao stopped talking. His expression became a little strange.

That's where the Civil Affairs Bureau is.

At this time, Nanwan tells herself that she is in the Civil Affairs Bureau. What does this mean?

In a word, Han Qiyao, who is usually calm and calm, is excited slightly, holding the steering wheel tightly.

On the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Han Qiyao couldn't calm down.

Finally, Han Qiyao couldn't help calling Secretary Xu: "where is 555 Pingjiang road?"

Secretary Xu was asked by Han Qiyao inexplicable, but still very professional to tell Han Qiyao: "Changping District Civil Affairs Bureau."

"What's around here?" Han Qiyao is serious.

Secretary Xu: "there is a famous bookshop nearby. Tourists will go there when they punch in. There are also two famous restaurants not far away from 200 meters. Nothing else. "

Han Qiyao hung up his cell phone.

To call Secretary Xu, nothing more than to confirm that this place, indeed only the Civil Affairs Bureau, as a result, Secretary Xu is still cold out of so many places.

Now, on the contrary, Han Qiyao was not calm.

Because, restaurants and bookstores are also going to the South party.

Maybe Nanwan just went to these places and didn't know it was the Civil Affairs Bureau, so he gave a general house number?

Han Qiyao stopped in the parking space near the Civil Affairs Bureau.

When he got off the bus, he looked at the file bag in the car. He had prepared it when he was going to take Nanwan to register last time, but it didn't work. He kept it in the car all the time.

He took the file bag in his hand and calmed down. Finally, he put it back.

Nanwan is not a person who will take the initiative to this extent.

Soon, Han Qiyao got out of the car. He picked up his mobile phone and called Nanwan: "where are you? I'll come to you. "

But Han Qiyao was standing in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau. He looked at the bright scarlet letters and did not speak.

Nanwan: "are you here?""Well." Han Qiyao answered.

Nanwan immediately walked out of it. On a few low steps, she saw Han Qiyao standing in the same place with his mobile phone. He was still familiar with his trousers and shirt. His face was somewhat cold.

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