sweet peach [entertainment circle]

The air-conditioning is turned on in the villa, the space is large and cool. Quan Zhilong’s friends are all very winking. When they saw Quan Zhilong yesterday, they knew that he was interested in Han Muzhao. Quan Zhilong pushed Han Muzhao to help, and then they all went to the board game room on the first floor to play games.

Although the villa was noisy, the kitchen was extremely quiet. Han Muzhao didn't want to be alone with Quan Zhilong at all.

But this man stood aside and cut the fruit with a thick skin, as if he didn't notice Han Muzhao's reluctance. After cutting the mango, he directly took a piece of mango and put it in his mouth, then nodded with satisfaction: "It's very sweet, Do you want to eat?"

As soon as the words fell, the hand with the rings on it lifted up a piece of mango with its little finger, and wanted to feed it to Han Muzhao. She hid for a while: "My brother is allergic to mangoes."

Quan Zhilong immediately withdrew his hand and fed it into his mouth again: "Sorry, I don't know."

Han Muzhao twitched his lips, looking for trouble: "I told you that when we were dating before."

Quan Zhilong paused for cutting the fruit, coughed dryly to ease the embarrassment, and then said, "Sorry."

Han Muzhao snorted, turned around and went to the dining table to pick up the seafood he just bought, wondering: How should I do this?

Because all of Quan Zhilong’s friends are here, he buys a lot of seafood, and the seasoning here is not as rich as Asians use, and they are all basic seasonings.

In fact, fresh seafood has no fishy smell, and only the most authentic ones are delicious. After thinking for a while, Han Muzhao decided to steam all these seafood in one pot, work hard on the dipping sauce, and adjust several flavors.

Quan Zhilong cut up a large plate of fruit, put it on the dining table without giving it to his friends, and then supported the edge of the table with one hand and looked at Han Muzhao: "Do you need my help?"

Han Muzhao was not polite: "Brother, help me clean the seafood." She turned to look at Quan Zhilong: "Can you kill fish?"

Quan Zhilong: ...

He glanced at the lively fish without saying a word: "...Let me try."

Seeing his expression, Han Muzhao couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Seeing her laughing, Quan Zhilong followed suit, and said helplessly, "I'll ask my friend to do it."

Han Muzhao was already laughing so much that her stomach hurt, the expression just now was so funny, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to laugh.

After Quan Zhilong's friend came to help kill the fish, he cut a plate of sashimi very leisurely. After a few strokes, a group of people divided it up, and he cut another plate. Quan Zhilong beside him This time, I directly picked up a piece of fresh fish with chopsticks and handed it to Han Muzhao's mouth: "You didn't eat it just now."

Han Muzhao glanced at the sashimi handed to his mouth, and then at Quan Zhilong. He kept cutting vegetables, but said, "Brother, I don't eat sashimi."

Quan Zhilong sighed again: "Sorry, I don't know you very well."

That's because you never cared about me back then.

Han Muzhao didn't speak, she didn't want these things to affect her mood, she focused on the movements of her hands, and forgot those emotions just now.

With the help of Quan Zhilong, a lunch was finally ready. She used all kinds of fruits to adjust the taste of the dipping sauce very well. There were all kinds of sweet and sour flavors, and the group of people were full of praise.

Fresh sea fish is delicious even if it is steamed without any condiments. The fish meat is rather sweet without dipping sauce. Han Muzhao likes to eat this way very much. Han Muzhao ate half of a whole fish by himself.

Seeing that she likes to eat, Quan Zhilong brought a plate of untouched small sea fish in front of him, used a knife, fork and chopsticks to remove the fish bones, and put them one by one on Han Muzhao's plate.

Han Muzhao wondered if he was feeding the cat.

This little fish is not big, so it doesn't hurt to eat five or six. Quan Zhilong kept deboning and didn't eat. Finally, Han Muzhao couldn't help but said: "Leave me alone, you can eat it yourself."

Quan Zhilong laughed, and said carelessly: "Do you love me? Are you afraid that I will starve?"

"..." Han Muzhao: "You pretend I didn't say anything."

Quan Zhilong smiled even more happily.

After lunch, a group of people helped to clean up the kitchen. After giving Quan Zhilong a wink, they said goodbye to Han Muzhao and left. Quan Zhilong questioned his soul: "Why don't you leave?"

Quan Zhilong sat there lazily, and changed his posture when he heard the words: "I ate too much, I can't walk anymore."

Han Muzhao: "..."

She said, "Then you can stay by yourself."

Go upstairs after speaking.

Quan Zhilong hurriedly stood up and trotted two steps to the back of Han Muzhao who had already gone up the stairs, and raised his hand to grab her wrist: "Don't go."

Han Muzhao turned his head to look at him, trying to pull his wrist out of Quan Zhilong's hand, but the other party's grip was tighter.

"Brother." Han Muzhao said helplessly, "What exactly do you want?"

Quan Zhilong led her back to the living room, and then let go of her wrist: "I just want to have a good conversation with you."

Han Muzhao said stiffly, "What can I say?"

Quan Zhilong sighed, and put one hand in his pocket: "Sit down and talk?"

Han Muzhao was helpless: "Okay."

After sitting down, Han Muzhao looked at Quan Zhilong, but Quan Zhilong took out the cigarette case: "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"mind."

Quan Zhilong's hand holding the cigarette paused, and then put the cigarette back: "All right, I won't smoke."

He leaned slightly, put his hands and elbows on his knees, and looked at Han Muzhao: "I've been too busy this year, I think I need to have a good chat with you."

Han Muzhao felt that there was nothing to talk about, so he said, "What are we talking about?"

"Just talk about the things between the two of us." Quan Zhilong said: "It's been almost a year, has your opinion of me still not changed? Is the trust between us still dark?"

Han Muzhao didn't speak, because she herself was in a mess and didn't know how to get along with each other.

In this year, she and Quan Zhilong have neither too many nor too few contacts, but most of them are greeted by Quan Zhilong. She replied with a sentence or two, Quan Zhilong is very measured, and has never crossed the line matter.

Such Quan Zhilong gave Han Muzhao the sense of security that he lacked most and wanted most.

At the beginning, Han Muzhao was uneasy, even afraid. For Quan Zhilong, she not only had no sense of trust, but also no sense of security. Reporting or some trivial things slowly became a habit.

This habit slowly turned into a sense of security.

This feeling is that Quan Zhilong never gave her anything when they were together. In the fourth year after the breakup, Quan Zhilong actually gave her an endless sense of security.

Even though the two are very busy and have no contact with each other, Han Muzhao will not think about things like before. Although they have different positions, the sense of security is a real thing, and this cannot be changed.

Quan Zhilong continued: "Are you willing to believe that I have changed? I am no longer a 25-year-old. As I grow older, I have become more mature emotionally. I will not be the same as before. Including deciding to start over with you, this is the result of my deliberation, I cherish you and this hard-won relationship." He smiled self-deprecatingly: "You were so good back then, but I didn't I know how to cherish, but I don’t know that the best people are by my side, but I regret it now.”

When Han Muzhao heard Quan Zhilong utter the word "regret" with his own ears, his heart felt as if he had eaten ten lemons, it was sour and astringent, and his eyes were also a little sour, like he was wronged, or like: You finally know My good sense of complexity.

After the breakup that year, the biggest demon that troubled Han Muzhao was: why Quan Zhilong couldn't see her so good.

She felt that she was very sensible, and Quan Zhilong could do whatever she wanted, and she also liked him and cared about him, but Quan Zhilong finally left her behind.

Why did you force her to break up in the most hurtful way?

But now Quan Zhilong said: He regretted it.

Han Muzhao hung his head, but still didn't say a word.

Seeing her appearance, Quan Zhilong raised his hand and touched her head: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Han Muzhao lowered his head: "But, I..."

Quan Zhilong wanted to refuse as soon as she heard it: "Don't refuse me, okay?"

Han Muzhao's unspoken words were interrupted, she raised her head and continued: "But my career has just started, and I don't want to fall in love yet."

Quan Zhilong heaved a sigh of relief, this was not regarded as a refusal, he thought that Han Muzhao would directly say that he did not want to start over with him as before.

"I respect your opinion." Quan Zhilong responded straight away: "If you want to develop your career, I won't interfere, as long as you don't reject me."

But I'm just rejecting you.

Han Muzhao was thinking this way, but seeing how Quan Zhilong seemed to be very happy.

Quan Zhilong did not continue on this topic, but changed the topic and said: "What work do you have here this time?"

"It's a co-shoot with magazines and brands, and all proceeds will go to charitable donations."

"That's it." Quan Zhilong leaned back and raised his legs: "When will the shooting be?"

"The day after tomorrow." Han Muzhao took out his phone and looked at the date: "Take a day."

Quan Zhilong nodded and stood up: "Then I'll leave first." He paused: "I'm very happy that you didn't reject me this time."

Han Muzhao walked to the door together with him, and couldn't hold back: "I'm just rejecting you."

Quan Zhilong raised his eyebrows: "The reason for the refusal this time is different from last time. There is no conflict between career development and dating, so this is not a reason for refusal. You don't fall in love with me, and you don't fall in love with others. I'm relieved."

Han Muzhao: ... What kind of strange brain circuit is this?

She was too lazy to argue with Quan Zhilong, she just wanted to send him away quickly.

Seeing her expression of not wanting to talk to him, Quan Zhilong smiled again, and raised his hand to touch her head again: "It's hot outside, go back."

Han Muzhao turned around and went back to the villa without hesitation when he heard the words, and closed the door without even looking at him.

Quan Zhilong laughed again, why did he suddenly become so childish.

-

The two of them haven't met each other since. Han Muzhao stayed in the villa for two days and then went into shooting. After being exposed to the sun for a day, even though she kept applying sunscreen, her skin was still sunburned. red.

She had no choice but to apply first-aid medicine for after-sun, and then hurriedly made an appointment for an after-sun repair at the dermatology department she often goes to, and went there as soon as she returned to Seoul.

Not only was she sunburned, but she was also a little tanned. Her skin is not particularly white, but she has always been healthy. This time, she got a little ugly after getting a sunburn. She will participate in the opening show at the beginning of the year, so this is undoubtedly not possible. .

She had no choice but to go to the plastic surgery hospital for whitening injections, and the skin color was barely restored.

In the end, I don't know what happened, but it was said that she had plastic surgery.