sweet peach [entertainment circle]

A honeymoon on a private island is undoubtedly very blissful. There are no outsiders to disturb you, you don’t have to care about any sightlines, you can sleep until you wake up naturally, and you can set off fireworks by the beach at night.

These fireworks are a gift from the island owner. There are [-] boxes, including big fireworks and small fireworks!

There is even a special terrace by the sea for setting off fireworks, and a small card with precautions is attached to the fireworks.

Han Muzhao unpacked one of the boxes, and inside were all hand-held fireworks, commonly known as: fairy sticks.

Her eyes lit up: "I haven't played with this kind of little fireworks for a long time!"

Quan Zhilong hugged her waist behind her, put his chin on her shoulder and said lazily: "We will play when it gets dark, and I will take pictures for you, okay?"

Han Muzhao nodded, lowered his head again and took out two boxes of small fireworks: "The other fireworks should be kept in a cool place, right?"

"Well, I'll move."

All the guests on the island have left, only Quan Zhilong and Han Muzhao's assistants are there, but they are very winking and never disturb the world of the two of them.

There are only some people who are responsible for the daily maintenance of the island on the entire island, and they usually don't show up. Quan Zhilong doesn't even know where they live, so he has to move the fireworks to a small room not far away for storage, and prepare Show it to Han Muzhao at night.

It was morning at this time, and the island was not too hot, so Han Muzhao and Quan Zhilong took a walk under the coconut tree holding hands. They were wearing white clothes of the same color, and they stepped on the beach with bare feet. is comfortable.

"It's great!" Han Muzhao exclaimed, "This kind of life will not be boring for a lifetime!"

"From now on, I will spare time every year to take you on vacation, okay?" Quan Zhilong took Han Muzhao's hand: "Travel all over the world?"

Han Muzhao nodded heavily: "Okay! We need to live a good life together for a few years. Once we have a baby, we won't be able to travel as we please!"

Quan Zhilong said with a smile: "Speaking of which, my parents have quietly asked us about our plans to have children. She wants to hold a grandson, but it's not good to put pressure on you."

"How did the brother answer?"

"I said that I don't plan to be a father yet, I will talk about it in two years!"

Such an answer is undoubtedly the smartest, it will not make the mother unhappy, and it will also protect the image of the daughter-in-law in the mother's heart.

The matter of pregnancy has always been decided by Han Muzhao. She doesn't want to have a baby in a short period of time and wants to work hard in her career. Quan Zhilong understands and supports it.

Han Muzhao loves her career very much, but Quan Zhilong couldn't bear the thought that she had worked so hard but gave up because of pregnancy.

"By the way, brother, I'm going to live in Paris again at the end of the year, and I still work as a fitting model and catwalk."

"It's going to be more than a month." Quan Zhilong sighed: "I'll accompany you when the time comes, this newly married will be separated for so long?"

"We're not newly married anymore!" Han Muzhao was dazzled by the sunlight, squinting his eyes and said, "We've been married for a long time!"

"No matter how long it takes, in my heart, it's just a newlywed!" Quan Zhilong said, "I don't want to be separated from you for a moment."

"Why is my brother getting more and more clingy?" Han Muzhao said with some disgust, "I don't even have room for myself if I'm so clingy!"

Quan Zhilong didn't leave after hearing the road, and said pitifully, "Baby hate me?"

"Brother, are you really 32 years old?" Han Muzhao said helplessly, "Why do you always act like a child?"

Quan Zhilong leaned his head on Han Muzhao's shoulder: "Anyway, I want to stay with you all the time, why don't I stop working and how about being your assistant?"

Han Muzhao knew that he was joking, so he followed his words and said, "It's okay to be an assistant, but there is no salary!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't get paid!" Quan Zhilong said cheerfully, "Anything is fine!"

Han Muzhao poked his forehead with a finger: "The temperature is starting to rise, shall we go back to the room?"

Quan Zhilong took her hand again and walked forward: "What's for lunch?"

"It's seafood, shall we make seafood soup?"

"Okay, you can eat whatever you say."

The two talked all the way back home, Han Muzhao was poured a big glass of lemonade, which made him feel better, Quan Zhilong came out of the shower and signaled her to go too, while he sat on the sofa and sent a message to his manager : Brother, do I have any work arrangements for the end of the year?

The agent responded quickly: "How can there be any work arrangements, don't you want to take a break?"

His agent is almost out of work.

Agent: There was a shoot in early November, but it's gone.

Quan Zhilong: Okay, I want to accompany Mu Mu to work in Paris, except for filming, I don't need to arrange new jobs.

Broker: ...OK.

He has never been able to interfere with Quan Zhilong's affairs, so he just let him go.

Broker: Your visa to Paris is about to expire, remember to get it done in advance.

Quan Zhilong: Brother, please remind me when the time comes.

After replying to this message, Quan Zhilong stood up and went to the kitchen to cut a plate of fruit and put it on the table. Han Muzhao also came out, with long wet hair hanging on his shoulders: "I really want to play in the water, but it's too hot here." !"

The daytime surface temperature of this small island is 31 degrees, hot and sunny, almost do not want to go out during the day, but dare not swim casually on the beach at night, which made Han Muzhao unable to wear many beautiful swimsuits.

"Get up early tomorrow, it's okay to take a morning swim." Quan Zhilong fed a piece of fruit into Han Muzhao's mouth: "It's not too hot in the morning!"

"I can't get up!" Han Muzhao said, "I'm getting lazy!"

Quan Zhilong chuckled: "My wife is going to be a pig."

"You are fat!" Han Muzhao is extremely sensitive to such words: "My brother is so fat that he has no chin!"

Quan Zhilong's pressure was not as great as before. Once he relaxed his mind, his mood improved a lot. In addition, he was resting most of the time, so he naturally gained a lot of weight and his face became rounder.

It is called by VIP: happy fat.

After a simple lunch, Quan Zhilong went to take a nap, and Han Muzhao drank a glass of iced Americano in the morning, not sleepy at all, and sat cross-legged on the sofa to watch dramas.

She is obsessed with a Chinese TV series and will watch it when she has time.

The afternoon sun shone into the living room, even though the house was open, it still made Han Muzhao extremely hot. She stood up and wanted to pull the curtains, but stepped on the ground with her bare feet, her feet slipped suddenly, and she fell backwards.

She screamed and grabbed nothing with her hands. When she fell to the ground, due to inertia, the back of her head hit the corner of the cabinet next to the sofa.

Quan Zhilong didn't sleep deeply at first, but when he heard her scream, he rushed out and half-kneeled beside her to support her: "Baby?"

Han Muzhao lost consciousness due to the pain. After a while, he raised his hand and touched the back of his head, crying, "Woo...I hit my head!"

Quan Zhilong felt very distressed, frowned and stretched out his hand to cover the back of her hand: "Go to the hospital, take your hand away baby, I'll see if it's broken."

The corners of the wooden table were bad, but Han Muzhao still had a big bump on the back of his head, and he passed out with excruciating pain.

Quan Zhilong held him in his arms, called his assistant and asked him to find a staff member to sail the boat.

Han Muzhao was sweating in pain, and Quan Zhilong didn't dare to touch her wound casually. It was already an hour after boarding the boat and arriving in the urban area.

And the blood bag that was knocked was getting bigger and bigger, and the long hair couldn't cover it, it was shocking to watch.

With the help of the staff, Quan Zhilong sent Han Muzhao to a local private hospital. After simple treatment, the doctor suggested that he should be hospitalized for temporary treatment. However, this hospital is in a small town after all, and the conditions are not good enough. He suggested that he be transferred to the Philippines for treatment.

Quan Zhilong directly decided to fly back to South Korea after Han Muzhao stabilized.

After the wound was treated, Han Muzhao took a few painkillers to feel better, and fell asleep on his side.

Quan Zhilong asked his assistant to guard Han Muzhao, while he went back to the island to pack his luggage.

The honeymoon was forced to end like this.

After a good night's sleep, Han Muzhao felt much better, his head was wrapped with gauze, and he even ate a few mouthfuls of fruit with a good appetite: "Brother doesn't need to go back, I'm fine."

Quan Zhilong frowned: "I'm afraid that there may be some internal injuries that haven't been detected. I have to have a comprehensive inspection before I can rest assured! Be obedient, okay?"

Han Muzhao stopped talking.

Back in Seoul, as soon as he got off the plane, Quan Zhilong took Han Muzhao to the hospital that he had made an appointment in advance for a full physical examination.

The doctors felt that Quan Zhilong was making a fuss, because the blood congestion at the back of Han Muzhao's brain was about to disappear, but he still dutifully said: "The blood congestion is almost gone, and the brain CT showed no sequelae, but some anemia, which may be related to It’s related to the usual diet, you can eat some blood-enriching food, such as jujube, etc.”

Only then was Quan Zhilong really relieved and heaved a sigh of relief: "Are there any other problems?"

"No, very healthy!"

Han Muzhao gave Quan Zhilong a helpless look, he just made such a fuss!

Back home, Quan Damei and Quan's mother also arrived after a while, carrying a chicken to make ginseng chicken soup for Han Muzhao.

Quan Damei talked and chatted with Han Muzhao.

"Sister, I'm really fine, you're all making a fuss!"

"It's not a big fuss." Quan Damei said: "I'm afraid there will be some sequelae. Hitting your head is not a trivial matter. Mom knows that you will be very anxious after you fall!"

Everyone had good intentions, so Han Muzhao didn't continue, but changed the subject and asked, "What's up with sister recently?"

"It's a new model of our own brand." Quan Damei sighed: "It's so stressful."

"Sister is amazing, managing such a big brand." Han Muzhao said: "I don't have that talent!"

Quan Damei handed her an apple: "If you want to do it, you must do it better than me."

Both of them have their own understanding of fashion, and there are many topics to talk about. After a while, Mother Quan came over and asked Han Muzhao to drink soup.

Filled her with a big bowl, Quan Zhilong said at a glance: "Mom, you gave her so much she can't drink, and there is still a lot of work at the end of the year, what should I do if I get fat?"

"I've already shaved the oil!"

"but……"

Han Muzhao said from the side: "Okay brother, mom is also interested in it, don't talk about it!"

This was very pleasant to say, Mother Quan smiled and said: "If Mumu can't drink it, just give it to Zhilong. It's because I didn't think carefully!"

The family happily ate dinner, and Mother Quan and Quan Damei left.

Han Muzhao sat on the sofa and scratched the top of his head: "My hair is so itchy, I really want to wash it!"

Quan Zhilong sat beside her: "Be patient for a few more days, or what if you get infected?"

Han Muzhao was a little unhappy: "Why did he slip and fall? It made our honeymoon end early!"

"Okay baby, when your work is over, how about I take you to Japan for vacation? How about skiing and hot springs, or going to Disney?"

Han Muzhao's eyes lit up: "Really, brother?"

"Really." Quan Zhilong pinched her earlobe: "After we come back from Paris, can we go there? By the way, tell Brother Kim that you can buy a plane ticket to Paris for me too."

"Brother really wants to work with me? What about your own work?"

"Rest period." Quan Zhilong leaned back lazily: "Not working."

Han Muzhao never overly interfered with his work, Wen just said: "Then when we come back from Paris, go to Disney first, then go skiing and soaking in hot springs, okay?"

"Okay." Quan Zhilong said, "As long as you are happy."