I Deliver Food In a Lamborghini

When Qi Yan gets busy, he tends to forget other things.

By the time the filming was over, the sky outside had completely darkened.

She leaned against the wall to rest, raised her hand and hammered her sore back.

"Hey, Qi Yan." The female celebrity named Xiaoxiao came out to look for her after changing her clothes.

"I'm here."

Qi Yan stood up straight and beckoned at her, "Any questions?"

"Oh, I just want to ask about that set of jewelry, is it the brand you contacted who wants to get it back?"

Xiaoxiao seemed to ask casually.

"No, I entrusted a friend." Qi Yan didn't say much, for fear of causing trouble to Nan Zhe.

"That's it." Xiaoxiao nodded and looked at her with a half-smile, "Then I'll go first, thank you for your hard work."

"Sure, I'll see you off."

After Xiaoxiao got into the car, the smile on her face disappeared.

Agent: "Have you asked?"

"She said she asked a friend to get it back. Could it be that her friend is Mr. Xiaonan?"

Xiaoxiao thought about it carefully, then turned her head and looked at her manager:

"How about Qi Jia?"

"I've been inquiring about our side. Someone on the filming site over there said that they saw Nan Zhe go there to get it, and they went there alone. Nan Zhe went to get it, and Qi Jia didn't dare to say anything even if she had ten courage."

"This time Qi Jia shot himself in the foot."

"The trending search that comes to your door, don't let it go for nothing." The manager's calculations were crackling.

"Qi Jia was the one who troubled us first, and the netizens will definitely chase after her. We can also take this opportunity to hype Nan Zhe."

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao was a little scared: "Take Nanzhe as a hype... Will something happen?"

"What are you afraid of? If something goes wrong, put the blame on Qi Jia. If it doesn't work, there is still Qi Yan's studio. Besides, the netizens made up their own imaginations. We have said that we are the same as Nan Zhe. kind of relationship?"

The entertainment industry is not all these routines, if something happens, just push it to fans and netizens. Anyway, the heat that should be there will be there by then, so just explain it casually later.

Even if Nan Zhe wanted to make trouble, he couldn't find them here.

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Qi Yan stood at the door and was blown by the cold wind, instantly sobering up a lot.

This year's winter in Huaicheng was extremely long, which gave Qi Yan the illusion that he was still in the north.

She folded her arms and staggered back on the steps.

Halfway there, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

She bowed her head, her long hair falling from her neck. Looking at the shadow on the ground, she paused slightly.

The two stood facing each other like this, and the other seemed to be blocking the wind, because they were so close, she could clearly smell a sweet fruit candy.

somewhat familiar...

"When will you get rid of your problem of not wearing a coat when you go out?" Until this unpleasant voice sounded, Qi Yan's brows and eyes relaxed.

For some reason, she felt relaxed after listening to his reprimand.

The tired body seemed to have suddenly found a safe haven, and it was finally possible to relax, not to be so serious, not to be so rigorous...

Her shoulders slumped, as if relieved.

But at the same time, he raised his head and smiled at Nan Zhe:

"I'll just come out and see them off. It's really troublesome to put them on and take them off again. Why don't I go back now?"

Seeing her hunched over, he couldn't help complaining:

"What kind of posture are you in? You look like a little old lady, half of your body is going to be buried in the ground."

Although she said so, she still stretched out her hand to let her use her strength to walk easily.

Qi Yan grabbed his arm, and it was really easy to walk, "My back hurts, it's an old problem."

"By the way, how much sugar have you eaten from me?"

The heavy scent on him, as if he had been sprayed with perfume, wasn't it the chewing gum and fruit candy she put in the lounge.

Nan Zhe couldn't remember clearly, "Eat it all."

"ah?"

Qi Yan was stunned, "I put a box of chewing gum, and there seem to be two packs of fruit candies."

How could it be possible to eat them all.

"Ang." Nan Zhe responded.

After returning to the lounge, Qi Yan realized that Nan Zhe hadn't lied to her. There were a lot of candy wrappers in the trash can, and there was only an empty box of chewing gum left on the table.

"You..." She turned to look at Nan Zhe, and held back a word after a while: "Don't your teeth hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Nan Zhe pulled her to sit down, put his hands on her waist to help her, and replied, "I'm addicted to cigarettes. I just saw that you have candy here. Look at your stinginess. Eat it later." I'll take you to the supermarket after dinner and make up for you."

It doesn't matter if it's sugar or not. She has hypoglycemia, so she will prepare some in places she frequents.

Grasping the point of his words, "Didn't you bring any cigarettes?"

Nan Zhe didn't hesitate, "No."

Qi Yan nodded, and this matter was over, and it was getting late, so she asked him what he wanted to eat.

"Don't go out, I'll order a takeaway, and you can eat here."

"Then how can I do that?" Qi Yan felt that it was inappropriate, he ran all the way here to help him so much, so he invited him to have a takeaway, which is also against the rules.

"Why are you being so polite to me? It just so happens that those people downstairs haven't eaten yet. I'll order more for everyone to come together."

He quickly changed the subject, focusing on her waist, he lightened his hand, and asked her if there was any plaster here.

Qi Yan shook his head.

Immediately afterwards, she heard the person next to her click her tongue, "Your waist is really hard enough, I will take you back to Jiangcheng to have a look sometime."

"Jiangcheng?" Qi Yan subconsciously turned around to look at him, but just as she was about to get up, Nan Zhe held her down.

He pushed her shoulder, "Turn around, don't move."

"Oh." She sat closer to the front, and Nan Zhe leaned back, so she could see her back clearly.

"Don't bother, I'll go home and pass by the pharmacy to buy two plasters."

"Treat the symptoms, not the root cause. There is an old Chinese doctor near my high school who runs a small clinic. Asking him to massage you is better than putting plasters on you."

Qi Yan hummed casually, but didn't take it to heart.

"I'll lie down here for a while, and I'll go downstairs and ask them what they eat. I'll call you when the meal arrives."

"……Fine."

Qi Yan couldn't resist him.

Nan Zhe spread out the sofa bed, and Qi Yan climbed up slowly under his gaze, and then he left in peace.

Before leaving, he threw the jacket on Qi Yan's body.

Lie on the bed for a while, Qi Yan grabbed the coat on his body and tried to turn over, but just as he stretched his hand up, he felt something hard.

Suspiciously, she brought the coat to her eyes, and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter fell into her hand with a "clack".

"Eh?" She was taken aback for a moment, thinking that she had read it wrong. After opening the cigarette box, the cigarettes inside were stacked neatly, and one of them remained untouched.

Didn't he say he didn't bring cigarettes?

And this lighter...

It is still the rose full of scratches.

Good night