I Woke up to Find I Have a Child

After tidying up her mood, finding out her makeup bag to touch up her makeup, and taking a deep breath, Jiang Lingyuan was mentally prepared.

She solemnly opened the door, and decided to meet Han Feixu with the most elegant face. Although she was broken in love again, she didn't want the person she liked and her rival to look down on her.

He came to the backstage with his head held high, but Han Feixu and Ye Mingxin were not there.

……

Ye Mingxin went to touch up her makeup, while Han Feixu went to the bathroom.

Walking out of the bathroom, Han Feixu lowered his head to wash his hands. Another person came out from the women's bathroom. Han Feixu didn't pay much attention. After washing her hands, she turned around, took out a few absorbent papers, and after drying them, she ready to go.

But when she turned around, she froze in place.

Sensing that the people around her were staring at her, the other party gently shook her hand to shake off the excess water droplets. She took out a handkerchief from the pocket of the light brown cotton and linen plain clothes, and while wiping her hands, she While looking at Han Feixu, "What?"

Han Feixu finally came to her senses, but she didn't know how to answer. She stood at a loss for a while, and finally put her hands together and bowed to the other party, "Hello, master."

Nan Zhihan: "..."

Nan Zhihan's dress is very simple, there is no pattern on the clothes, just ordinary plain clothes, and a string of Buddhist beads is hung on her right hand. The Buddhist beads look like wooden, but the surface is very smooth, and it reflects thickly under the light. The light looks like it has been twisted for a long time.

But this is not the reason why Han Feixu called her master, the main reason is that Nan Zhihan is bald.

A bald head is the most test of a person's appearance. Nan Zhihan's face is small, and she looks a bit out of the world, so Han Feixu took it for granted that she was a nun.

Nan Zhihan frowned and looked at her, "Han Feixu, what did you call me?"

Han Feixu was even more surprised, "Master, do you know me?"

Nan Zhihan: "..."

She approached Han Feixu for a few steps and carefully looked at her face. After a while, she took two steps back and looked at her suspiciously, "It seems that something happened to you, is your brain broken?"

This time Han Feixu was shocked, "Master, you are worthy of being a master, do you still meet each other?"

Yes, she can meet, and she can beat people.

Later, it was Liang Zhu who saw that she hadn't come back after going to the bathroom, so he came over to take a look, and saved the embarrassing situation here.

After Liang Zhu's introduction, Han Feixu found out that this is the author of her favorite suspense novel "Cold Wind Night", Nan Zhihan, the famous writer Jiang Lingyan invited.

Hearing that Han Feixu had exposed herself, and that Nan Zhihan firmly believed that she was out of her mind, Liang Zhu had no choice but to tell Nan Zhihan the truth, and then repeatedly begged her not to tell the story.

Nan Zhihan agreed with nothing to say, "It's nothing to do with a little effort."

There was still more than an hour before the filming started. Han Feixu looked at her excitedly, and didn't want to let her go. After liking "Cold Wind Night" for so many years, now that she finally met the living author, she had to ask clearly.

Like Lianzhu Pao, he asked seven or eight questions about the character's plot in a row, but Nan Zhihan couldn't take it anymore after only answering three, "Didn't you ask me all these before!"

Han Feixu blinked, and answered innocently, "But I forgot..."

Seeing Nan Zhihan's speechless expression, Han Feixu quickly changed the subject, and began to get close to her, "Well, what is your identity?"

Nan Zhihan held up the Buddhist beads, "I am a Buddhist."

"Oh," Han Feixu nodded again and again, she smiled and pointed to her hair, "I understand, you call it Liugen Qingjing."

Nan Zhihan shook his head, "No, I shaved to cool off because it was too hot."

Han Feixu: "..." You are really sincere ==

The two of them were talking outside, Ye Mingxin came out of the dressing room, saw the two of them sitting together, she also walked over, "What are you talking about?"

Nan Zhihan: "Talk about my hair."

Ye Mingxin sized her up again, "Didn't you just grow a layer of skin in winter? Why did you shave it again?"

Nan Zhihan replied helplessly, "There is no way, this summer is still very hot."

It's hot every summer, so you might as well keep your head bald.

Ye Mingxin and Nan Zhihan knew each other because she had acted in the TV series "Cold Wind Night", but Han Feixu and Nan Zhihan had no intersection. Ye Mingxin was still abroad when Ye Mingxin was filming "Cold Wind Night", so she was in Who knew Nanzhihan?

Thinking so, she asked this question, and Nan Zhihan answered inscrutablely: "If people are predestined, everything is predestined, and if they are predestined, they will meet each other naturally."

At first hearing this sentence, I didn't realize Mingli, but when I thought about it carefully, she didn't answer her question at all. Han Feixu was stunned, and chose to ask for help outside the venue.

She looked at Ye Mingxin, "What does this mean?"

Ye Mingxin replied: "It means that she doesn't remember either, so she used this kind of car talk to deceive you."

Han Feixu: "..."

Nan Zhihan: Don't tell me if you see through, dear.

Coughing, Nan Zhihan looked at Han Feixu, her amber eyes seemed to be transparent, "Since there is a destiny, let me do a fortune telling for you, and treat it as a reunion gift."

Han Feixu opened his eyes wide and didn't speak for a long time, recalling the first time he met Han Feixu back then, when she said she wanted to tell her fortune, Han Feixu's reaction, Nan Zhihan's face was dark, "I'm not a magic stick! "

She looked at Ye Mingxin again, and the latter nodded, "She's really not, she doesn't even charge money for magic sticks."

Han Feixu felt relieved, "Oh, let's figure it out."

……

Nan Zhihan now felt that it was unnecessary for her to say this, she was silent for a long time, and she asked, "What do you want to be?"

Han Feixu thought for a while, "You figure out what I ate last night."

A strange sound came out of Nan Zhihan's throat, which seemed to be a laugh, or a cold snort. She coughed lightly, and she shook her head, "People really don't change easily."

Han Feixu was confused, "What do you mean?"

Nan Zhihan raised his eyes and looked at her amusedly, "The first time I gave you a fortune-telling, you said the same thing, and you didn't trust me too much."

Han Feixu is an atheist, how much can she trust someone who wants to tell her fortune.She lowered her head and pinched the fingertips of her other hand. After a few seconds, Nan Zhihan began to announce the name of the dish, "A plate of Cobb salad with Thousand Island dressing, and a spicy chicken burger. French fries in a box, a box of Chicken McNuggets, a Coca-Cola that you wanted to buy Coke Zero but finally thought you had made an exception and bought something more thorough."

Touching her bald head, she added, "Oh, and a crispy cone."

shit.

Ye Mingxin looked at Han Feixu speechlessly: "Didn't you say that you want to lose weight? You ate so many high-calorie foods at night, and all of them are from the Golden Arches. Wait, you ordered the takeaway from the Golden Arches yesterday? Who will take it?" of?"

Are the Golden Arches still the focus now?The point is how did she know? !

Han Feixu almost stared out his eyes, Nan Zhihan touched his bald head proudly, "Look, I'm not a magic stick, I have real talents and learning, otherwise why do you think my books are so popular? It is because I have calculated before writing, what will be popular and what will not be popular."

Han Feixu was instantly excited, "Master! I knew I was right, you are really a master! Then help me figure it out, can I grow again?!"

Ye Mingxin: "..."

Nan Zhihan: "..." You are already plump like this, and you still want to grow. Could it be that you want to grow into 36D? !

Nan Zhihan silently swallowed a mouthful of blood, and replied coldly: "I can tell you this without counting, but I can't."

Han Feixu is not obsessed with her figure, but she is obsessed with her height. She is only one centimeter shorter than Ye Mingxin, just one centimeter!

She always felt that she couldn't compare to Ye Mingxin, because she was inferior in height, if she could grow a little taller, it would definitely be Ye Mingxin who was suppressed.

Daydreaming is still necessary, maybe God will be blind one day.

Nan Zhihan knocked on the table: "Be more realistic."

"Then..." Han Feixu looked around and found that no one was looking at them. She leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Can I win the championship?"

Nan Zhihan lowered his eyes for a while, then looked at her again, "No."

Han Feixu was stunned, and Ye Mingxin's expression was also a little astonished. Someone called her from a distance, and Nan Zhihan stood up, "I'm leaving first, we'll talk later."

Looking at the back of Nan Zhihan leaving, neither of them knew what to say. Ye Mingxin had known Nan Zhihan for a longer time, and knew her very weird and enviable rare skill better. Sitting in the seat, facing Han Feixu, she could clearly see Han Feixu's slightly sinking expression.

She thought about it and said, "Xiaoxu..."

Before she could finish the rest of the sentence, Han Feixu slapped the table, "What kind of master, he is obviously a magic stick! Those who write novels love to make up, I don't believe this, I am an atheist, hmph, I want to win a championship Show her!"

After finishing speaking, Han Fei got up angrily, and went to find Liang Zhu to shoot the script.