"Sister, tomorrow afternoon there is an interview with Charm magazine, and I will pick you up at ten o'clock to do the styling. By the way, Director Zheng wants to invite you to be a resident guest of the tenth season of "Revealing Strange Stories", and the conditions given are quite good...... Shall we take it? ”

Assistant Ding He's message popped up in the notification bar, and Nan Xian stared at the screen for a while before typing and replying: [Well, variety show helped me push it. 】

The older generation of the He family is old-fashioned, and Grandpa He said that since she has become the daughter-in-law of the He family, she should not always show up on the screen.

Therefore, she didn't dare to accept any popular variety shows with high national popularity like "Revealing Strange Stories".

After replying to the message, the screen automatically switches back to the page she just browsed-

Half an hour ago, the entry #He Mingxiao's Night Club Mysterious Beauty#, which was still hanging on the top of the hot search list, has been completely withdrawn.

But netizens love to watch the excitement, especially such a hot big melon, all kinds of speculations are flying all over the sky, and you can find that the number of discussions is increasing instead of decreasing by searching for keywords.

The further down the page, the more the name Wei Zeling was mentioned, and it seems that netizens have identified the identity of the protagonist of the incident based on just a few blurry candid photos.

The water army has a rhythm, this trick Nan Xian is too familiar.

She lost interest for a while, and exited the page and jumped to the WeChat chat box.

The latest news from the man at the top stopped yesterday afternoon.

[He Mingxiao: Tomorrow night's flight, don't wait for me. 】

Flipping further up, every message he sent was such a short and concise sentence, as cold as a robot that regularly reported its itinerary.

There are only a few dynamics in the circle of friends.

The last time I posted a photo was three months ago, when the He family traveled to Australia, and Nan Xian didn't go because of the schedule.

In the group photo of eight people, only Wei Zeling was an outsider, she stood beside He Mingxiao, holding He Mingxiao's six-year-old nephew in her arms, with a bright and generous smile.

At first glance, it looks like a happy family of three.

Wei Zeling, a world supermodel, a fashion darling, has one meter and two long legs and a bony high-end face, is deeply loved by major luxury brands, and has won the title of "The World's Top 100 Most Popular Actresses" for three consecutive years.

Her father started a business with He Mingxiao's father, and he has long been a brother with a different surname.

Before He Mingxiao and Nan Xian got married, the two families even intended to get closer to each other.

And what about yourself?

The family background is still solid, but compared with the world's top 100 Weishi Group, it is like a world of difference;

looks gentle and feminine, but it is no longer a popular aesthetic for the public;

The career has deteriorated, and it has become a typical example of playing a good hand in the circle.

Even an enviable marriage is only maintained by a paper contract......

The corners of Nan Xian's lips slowly raised a self-deprecating wry smile.

On the wedding night ten years ago, He Mingxiao suddenly disappeared.

The anxious Nan Xian finally waited for a contract from the assistant, which limited the relationship between the two to the name.

Since then, He Mingxiao's attitude towards her has become much more alienated.

Men are also restrained and restrained when they pay public food, and occasionally Nan Xian can feel his loss of control and excessive enthusiasm, but then the next day he will leave on a business trip, and often he will not see anyone for ten days and half a month......

As a husband, He Mingxiao fulfilled all kinds of obligations perfectly.

Except that there is no love.

The sound of the door opening pulled her distant thoughts back, and she turned her head to see He Mingxiao walking in with a bathrobe.

The man was tall and handsome, and he had been in a high position for so long that he was imposing even if he didn't speak, like an unsheathed sword, with a cold glow at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

He has long passed the age of thirty, but the years have a special preference for him, leaving only in him a more and more mellow masculine charm like a fine wine, no wonder there are always wild bees and butterflies in the outside world.

As soon as he finished bathing, the tips of his hair were still hanging with moisture, and a drop of water rolled down and slid down the Adam's apple into the slightly open neckline of the bathrobe, where the muscles were firm and powerful, and she immediately recalled the excellent touch when she propped it up, and the fingers pinching the phone tightened unconsciously.

The edge of the bed collapsed slightly, and the faint aroma of men's shower gel penetrated into the nostrils.

"Why haven't you slept yet, won't there be an announcement tomorrow?" He Mingxiao's tone was as flat as ever.

"You......" His gaze swept over the dark circles under his eyes that were not very clear, thinking of his itinerary that was always densely filled, the breath that Nan Xian had just mentioned in his heart fell again in an instant.

The idea of questioning the gossip news was suppressed, but his throat and eyes were still as uncomfortable as being blocked with a ball of cotton.

She simply looked away, got into the bed, and threw out a muffled sentence: "I'm sleepy, good night." ”

He Mingxiao paused slightly, stared at the back of her head with some confusion, and when he hesitated whether to speak, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrate.

Seeing that the caller ID was Wei Zeling, he frowned slightly, pressed the screen-off button and chose to ignore it.

But then, the second call came in again, and he had no choice but to walk out of the bedroom with his phone.

Hearing his low "Wei Zeling" before the door closed, Nan Xian's heart suddenly pinched.

After waiting for a few minutes, the door was finally opened again, and He Mingxiao got into bed lightly.

Nan Xian asked, "Who called you so late?" ”

The last light went out, and he said in a calm tone, "Nobody, sleep." ”

The bedroom fell silent, save for the sound of two breaths.

Nan Xian held the horn in the palm of her hand and counted the seconds one by one.

The pointer skipped 12 o'clock and stepped into a new day, and she sat up in the dark, her voice muffled and aggrieved.

"He Mingxiao, you missed our wedding anniversary."