Your word doesn't count
Nanqi felt a little down and softly said "Oh".
Song Zhao put down the pizza, propped his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his hand, and squinted at Nan Qi, a hint of cunning probing in his eyes: "How did you handle it when you saw me acting in romantic scenes with other people on TV before?"
"Fast forward," Nanqi said matter-of-factly.
Song Zhao chuckled to himself, his tone slightly teasing: "This drama is different. Not only are there tons of romance scenes, but there are also quite a few intimate scenes. I advise you not to watch it, lest you get upset again."
Nanqi suddenly felt that the chicken leg in her hand didn't taste good anymore. She put it aside in frustration, wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with a tissue, and felt inexplicably suffocated. The excitement she had when she first entered the house had completely vanished.
"What's wrong?" Song Zhaoming asked knowingly.
"It's nothing," Nanqi said calmly.
"Wait a minute, honey, why is your face so long?"
"..."
"Ah~, why aren't you saying anything?" Song Zhao shook her and said in a cheeky tone in front of her.
Nanqi finally lost her temper, glared at her, and said angrily, "You're making me angry!!"
"Hahahaha..." Song Zhao clapped his hands triumphantly and laughed, "My goodness, it's been so long since I've seen you get all flustered."
Nanqi was both angry and speechless, and said harshly, "Hmph, I won't let you touch me tonight."
Song Zhao continued with a smile, "What you say doesn't count."
"you!!"
Song Zhao wasn't wrong. No matter how angry Nan Qi was, as soon as Song Zhao made intimate contact with her, her body seemed to lose control. Song Zhao always seemed to be able to pinpoint her weaknesses, knowing exactly where her vulnerabilities were. With just a touch of his fingertips, her whole body would involuntarily soften, actively responding to her warmth and then passionately reciprocating.
"Just kidding. Although there are many romantic scenes in this movie, there are few intimate scenes. The most intimate scene is just a hug."
"You're deliberately bullying me?!" Nanqi said, feeling both annoyed and angry.
"Who told you to be so polite to me now?"
"What... do I have one?" Nanqi muttered to herself.
Nanqi herself didn't notice this. Perhaps it was because she felt sorry for the suffering Song Zhao had endured for her all these years, or perhaps the joy of reunion was too precious, that she became insecure in this relationship. As a result, she became more cautious in her speech towards Song Zhao, unlike before when she could speak freely and make a fuss in front of her without any beating around the bush or feeling any psychological burden.
"I've matured, isn't that a good thing?"
“Not with me!” Song Zhao held her hand, his tone gentle yet firm: “I know your personality. You can be mature, steady, and generous in front of others, but with me, I like you to be relaxed, to throw tantrums when you’re angry with me, and to make a scene when you’re emotional. Of course, I’ll be the same with you.”
Nanqi felt a warmth in her heart and said with a smile, "Okay, I understand."
Looking into Song Zhao's eyes, Nan Qi asked shyly, "All these years, you haven't seen me. Have you missed me terribly?" She drew out the word "terribly" when she said it.
Song Zhao gently patted the back of her head and said tenderly, "I really, really, really missed you. Actually, I did secretly go to see you without you knowing."
As Song Zhao spoke, he pulled out his phone's photo album, which contained many pictures of Nan Qi. There were pictures of her selling drinks at the night market, of her standing guard at the entrance when she first became a security guard, and of her selling snail rice noodles outside the mall. The person who took the photos was far away, making her look very small, but you could still tell it was her.
“I read your log, and I know you wrote it for me.” Song Zhao pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. “But why didn’t you write about your part-time job at the tavern?”
“Uh…” Nanqi bit her lip nervously, “I just sell alcohol, I don’t do anything else.”
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid you'd overthink it..." Nanqi said, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
Song Zhao brought his face close to hers, scrutinizing her with a critical eye: "Where were you? Did no one else touch you?"
"No! Absolutely not. With my physique, how could I not dodge?"
Song Zhao frowned and slapped her on the bottom. "Did someone really touch you?!"
"Ah..." Nanqi patted her closed mouth, "I didn't even get to touch it."
How many people are in "all"?
"...It's so hot. I'll go get a drink. Is there anything you'd like to drink?" Nanqi looked around and tried to escape the situation.
Nanqi couldn't figure out if Song Zhao was too amazing or if she was too weak in front of her. She was usually quite articulate at work, so why was she becoming incoherent and making more and more mistakes in front of Song Zhao?
As soon as Nanqi got up, Song Zhao grabbed her and pushed her down onto the sofa. It was a rather ambiguous move, but Nanqi was panicking.
“I’m telling the truth…” Nanqi looked at her pitifully.
Song Zhao gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingertips, stared at her for a while, and then said, "I believe you."
"Then why aren't you getting up?"
"We haven't gotten to the sofa yet..."
"My injuries haven't healed yet."
"Let me kiss you, just a kiss will do."
"Don't worry..."
The next day, as it was almost time to leave work, Nanqi changed her clothes into a casual outfit that looked refreshing and comfortable. Her chubby oval face looked youthful and playful, with less of an aggressive look.
Song Zhao was afraid that going to the hotel to find her would attract too much attention, so he waited for her in the parking lot, while Nan Qi called Song Zhao while looking for her location.
Cindy stood outside the car door and waved to Nanqi, "Nanqi, over here."
"Hey." Nanqi was about to run over when the pain in her lower abdomen struck again, causing her to stop abruptly. She rubbed her stomach hard, then smiled slightly and walked over with steady steps.
As soon as he opened the back door, Song Zhao pulled her into his arms. "I missed you so much, I haven't seen you all day," Song Zhao said coquettishly.
"Ahem," Cindy said, "That's enough, there are still two third wheels here."
Assistant Xiao Hou said, "Hello, Sister Nanqi."
Nanqi blushed slightly. Song Zhao gradually released her and put her arm around her shoulder, saying, "We're all family. Xiao Hou is Cindy's assistant and has been with me for many years." She then whispered in Nanqi's ear, "Actually, he's two years older than me, but he joined the company a few months later than me, so he's always calling me 'sister'."
"Hello." Nanqi waved enthusiastically, then turned to look at Song Zhao. "I thought assistants were exclusively for celebrities."
Cindy complained, "It was fine to have it, but your guy insisted on not having it. Xiao Hou only drives occasionally; he mainly helps me with my manager's work. Once we start our company, he'll be managing artists independently, and then we won't even have the chance to ask him to drive us anymore."
“Sister Cindy, you flatter me.” Xiao Hou said in a serious tone, “As long as you and Sister Wei need me, I’m always your personal driver.”
Song Zhao laughed and said, "You won't have a chance with me. My driver's license has already been issued, and this is the last time I'll use you to drive."
Xiao Hou feigned grievance and said, "Sigh, I'll have fewer opportunities to see beautiful women in the future."
The group burst into laughter. Nan Qi looked at Song Zhao, a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "How many skills have you learned over the years?"
Song Zhao put his arm around her waist and said, "You know, you have to learn a few skills to prepare for filming. But I'm learning to drive because I want to go on a road trip with you."
“Okay, we can make arrangements.” Nanqi leaned on Song Zhao’s shoulder, looking a little tired.
Are you tired?
"No, it's just that it's comfortable to lie on here," Nanqi said lazily.
"Why do you look so pale?" Song Zhao asked anxiously.
"Oh dear, I'm not wearing any makeup, so of course my complexion doesn't look good. Just bear with it."
Nanqi sighed and continued, "Your eyes are used to seeing other people with makeup on, so you can't stand my bare face, can you?"
Song Zhao gently pinched her cheek, "Serves you right for deliberately making me angry. Your face wasn't like this last night."
"Then you need to reflect on what you did last night that exhausted me."
A murmur of surprise rippled through the other two people in the car. Cindy said, "Alright, you two, go home and rest early when you're done. Stop showing off your love."
Soon, the car arrived at the restaurant. Song Zhao and Nan Qi carried several bottles of good wine and slowly walked inside, while Cindy went in ahead of them to pave the way and make preparations for public relations.
Upon seeing the faint marks on their faces, Zheng Shiqiu couldn't hide his joy, but feigned surprise and asked, "What happened?!"
Seeing his reaction, Lin Ruizhe already understood and answered first, "Young people are full of vigor, it's normal for them to have a little bit of a fight now and then."
Song Zhao and Nan Qi exchanged a glance, both knowing exactly what was going on. Zheng Shiqiu had only come to see Song Zhao make a fool of herself, hoping that she would grovel before him and admit her mistakes in order to protect herself, and even offer herself up for him to do as he pleased.
Zheng Shiqiu continued, "Oh? I just don't know if they're hitting someone or being hit?" His words were clearly sarcastic, and he drew out the last syllable.
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