Bent By the Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight

After breakfast, the driver drove the car to the front of the villa. Meng Xia followed Ning Qingwan to the car with a human-shaped pillow that was taller than himself.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He stared at the human-shaped pillow in Meng Xia's hand for a moment, and then opened the trunk.

"Give it to me." The driver stretched out his hand towards Meng Xia.

Meng Xia handed the thing in his hand to the driver, glanced at the human-shaped pillow placed in the trunk, and felt a little weird, as if the trunk was hidden...

Frightened by his absurd thoughts, Meng Xia did not dare to look at the car door, and sat in the back seat of the car with Ning Qingwan.

Meng Xia was brooding about her stupid image at breakfast, and being alone with Ning Qingwan in a small space made her extremely nervous.

Meng Xia tugged at the seat belt. Perhaps because of his absent-mindedness, he slipped his hand twice and did not wrap the seat belt around his shoulders.

Meng Xia, who felt that she was stupid, glanced at Ning Qingwan slightly, hoping that Ning Qingwan would not see such a shameful scene of her.

In Ning Qingwan's eyes, Meng Xia's eyes were more like asking for help, so Ning Qingwan leaned over to help her buckle her seat belt.

The faint smell of mint spreads in a roundabout way, lingering around the nose, facing Ning Qingwan's suddenly approaching face, Meng Xia unconsciously held her breath.

The sun shines through the car window and falls on Ning Qingwan's fair and flawless face. The light and shadow are intertwined. Meng Xia has never seen a woman like Ning Qingwan, who is suffocating even without makeup.

Suffocation... Meng Xia took a sharp breath, almost suffocating herself to death...

After Ning Qingwan helped Meng Xia fasten her seat belt, she sat up straight, her eyes swept across Meng Xia lightly, and she could see her small movements, the corners of her lips hooked, and her smile was shallow.

The driver drove very steadily, Ning Qingwan closed her eyes and took a nap, Meng Xia had nothing to do and took out her mobile phone.

As usual in the 999+ news in the fan group, Meng Xia clicked on the small blue box indicating the number of news and climbed the stairs silently, basically praising Wan Wan's husband every day.

She slid her fingertips across the screen until she saw a photo posted by a fan in the group, and her hand stopped. Meng Xia clicked on the photo, which was a photo of her holding Ning Qingwan at the concert.

The angle of this photo is too tricky. In the photo, she is hugging Ning Qingwan, her cheeks are faintly flushed, and Ning Qingwan's head is slightly sideways, as if whispering in her ear, and her movements are as intimate as... a lover.

Meng Xia rolled his throat, looked at the photo on the screen, hesitated for a moment, clicked save, and then set it as a mobile phone screensaver.

Because the topic of #ningqingwanhugfan# was hotly searched a few days before this photo, and fans in the comment area also picked up Meng Xia's Weibo. In those days, the mobile phone news exploded, and Meng Xia was annoying at that time. I was so bored that I didn't save a single photo.

Later, the hot search on Weibo was taken down, and the news of Ning Qingwan joining the variety show "Decryption" was released, and the topic of hugs was left behind, and everyone's attention was focused on the upcoming "Decryption". on a variety show.

Meng Xia glanced at the group, and sure enough, every time someone posted a photo of a hug, there was always a few lemons carefully in the pantothenic acid talking yin and yang in the group.

[Wan Wan's little daughter-in-law: Xia Xia really looks like Wan Wan's husband~]

[The first little princess in the universe: Just follow my husband's order, she was not like this before]

[Nan Hua: The eldest, I know him. He was in a dormitory during the first year of military training. He was black, skinny and ugly to death. 】

...Meng Xia pursed her lips. She had all the memories of the original heroine after she wore the book. During the military training, the original heroine almost peeled off her skin, can she not be black?

Out of curiosity, she clicked into Nanhua's space. The space was open and full of explicit selfies. Meng Xia called up a group photo of the former heroine's military training dormitory on her phone, and compared it for a long time without recognizing who Nanhua was in the photo.

I couldn't help but reply.

[Xia Xia: None of the group photos in the dormitory of @南华军兵 could match your selfie, do you really know me? 】

Nan Hua never spoke again after that.

[Mosquito: Are you sick! If you can't hold it, you attack others personally. 】

[The first little princess of the universe: Is this a personal attack? I also said that she is J, holding her so tightly. 】

[Xia Xia: If you come to power, can you restrain yourself from holding tight? (scratching head helplessly)]

[Tiantian: Xia Xia explained the hug, everyone who has been to the concert knows it]

[Bai Shui Shui: The lemon essences upstairs must not be there! I didn't get a ticket, hhhh, let me tell you something, Xia Xia looks better than the photos]

[Cocoa powder: (laughing and crying) People can't afford tickets, how can there be a chance for koi to be possessed and hug Wan Wan's husband. 】

The little man stopped talking.

[Bai Shui Shui: Have you gotten my husband's new photos! (picture)】

The topic was diverted, and the group chatted peacefully again.

The picture of Meng Xia opening Baishui Shui is a publicity photo of Ning Qingwan in "deciphering". It is said that "deciphering" has almost been recorded, and the summer vacation time has not yet been determined.

In the photo, Ning Qingwan was wearing a detective-style costume, sitting on a high stool, with thin and long legs resting on the ground naturally, holding a simple notebook in her hand, her eyes lowered and focused.

Meng Xia silently nodded to save, then turned to look at Ning Qingwan, who was taking a nap with her eyes closed. Crow-blue eyelashes were long and curled, her nose was high, her red lips were slightly pursed, her jaw line was delicate and smooth, and her skin was as beautiful as porcelain. , the profile is impeccable, even better than the photos.

The phone vibrated, Ning Qingwan opened her eyes, picked up the phone and glanced at it, it was a WeChat message from Mo Li.

Seeing Ning Qingwan woke up, Meng Xia quickly turned her head to look at the car window, the scenery outside the window kept changing, and the car was already driving on a road she was familiar with.

"I'll get off at the intersection in front. It's a two-day holiday, and there are more people at the school gate."

Ning Qingwan glanced at Mo Li's WeChat, and then looked at Meng Xia, whose brows were squinting, and pondered, and said to the driver, "Stop after passing the intersection ahead."

After crossing the intersection, the driver parked the car on the side of the road. Meng Xia's fingertips just touched the door when Ning Qingwan's hoarse voice came into his ears.

"Give me the phone."

"Ah?" Meng Xia was stunned for a moment, and obediently handed over the phone,

"Power-on password." The slender hand held the phone and handed it back to her.

"Your birthday..." Meng Xia said while entering the password.

After turning it on, what caught his eye was the photo that had just been set as a screen saver. Meng Xia pursed her lips and blushed unconsciously. She closed her eyes and dared not look at Ning Qingwan, so she quickly handed over the phone.

Brows raised slightly, Ning Qingwan took the phone, stared at the screen saver for a while, and raised the corner of her lips invisibly.

Touching the phone with his fingertips, he entered a series of numbers, and Ning Qingwan handed the phone to Meng Xia, "My phone."

Meng Xia took the phone, looked down at the string of numbers in the phone, and secretly remembered it in her heart. The joy of getting the contact information diluted the embarrassment of finding out that the screen saver was a photo with him.

After saving Ning Qingwan's number in the address book, Meng Xia raised the corner of her mouth and smiled brightly, "Save it~"

Ning Qingwan smiled lightly, "You can contact me if you have anything."

Something was probably about Ji Tong, Meng Xia nodded.

The driver had already packed everything and opened the door for Meng Xia. After getting out of the car, Meng Xia took the things from the driver's hand, hugged the humanoid pillow in his arms, and turned to look at Ning Qingwan in the car with a smile.

"Goodbye sister."

After Meng Xia left, Ning Qingwan called Mo Li, and Mo Li on WeChat told her to call after she woke up.

The phone was quickly connected, and Mo Li's hoarse voice was probably too high last night, "The original scheduled flight news has been spread, I just changed your booking, the flight at 11 o'clock, Cheng Xu and I will wait a while. Go to your home."

Ning Qingwan raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist, and said "um".

Li Mo added, "The organizers of the last concert said they didn't know how to have that photo, and they refused to admit that they took it."

Ning Qingwan remembered Meng Xia's screen saver, "Forget it."

Mo Li was still unwilling, "No, it's okay to make an assertion and add a hug. If you do this, you will use us as a springboard."

It can make Ning Qingwan open a precedent for hugging fans at the concert. In the future, the organizers will have to use this incident to discuss cooperation with other singers.

Knowing what Mo Li was worried about, Ning Qingwan hooked her lips and smiled dangerously and charmingly, "Using us as a springboard will cost a lot. Tell Chu Shijie about this."

Chu Shijie is the head of Tianhua Entertainment, and his background is not simple. There is a famous Chu family behind him, and everyone in the circle respects him three points. Ning Qingwan, as Tianhua's biggest cash cow, Duan Ran, Chu Shijie, would not allow others to use her as a springboard.

Mo Li instantly understood, she is such a strong person, she basically solves problems by herself, she almost forgot that Chu Shijie was covering them, smiled helplessly, "You are really a little fox... I know how Done."

After hanging up the phone, a WeChat message hung on the top of the screen. It was a friend request. The remark was Meng Xia, and Ning Qingwan clicked to approve.

[Meng Xia: Sister, I'm at school~]

[Ning Qingwan: Good]

Meng Xia quickly sent an emoji of "Bi Xin".

Ning Qingwan stared at Meng Xia's avatar for a while, then clicked in. The little girl's circle of friends was either food or her.

The fingertips slid on the screen twice and suddenly stopped. Meng Xia's circle of friends used Ning Qingwan's stills. In the photo, Ning Qingwan was holding a cigarette in his mouth. , half dark, eyebrows slightly raised, and there is a layer of mist in the eye sockets, as if drunk but not drunk.

With pictures and text - 嘤嘤嘤 Husband is too sassy, ​​and he is bent every day.

Ning Qingwan raised her eyebrows, the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, and there was a happy smile that reached the bottom of her eyes.

Fingertips slid across the screen, and the screen switched to the chat interface with Mo Li. Ning Qingwan clicked on the photo that Mo Li had sent to her before.

The little girl in the photo hugged her in her arms, and her pretty little face was full of crimson.

She long-pressed and tapped save.