Chapter 415 What kind of person?

  At the beginning of May, Tang Zhixi's movie was finished.

  Ye Hanzhi went to the set to pick her up. I brought another wrapping gift, but this time I didn't change any other flowers, but still took a bouquet of roses.

   In the past, Ye Hanzhi would send different flowers every time her activities ended, and the TV series finished.

  But since she gave a bouquet of roses at the end of the last variety show, Ye Hanzhi felt that she liked roses, so she kept sending roses all the time.

  Ye Hanzhi and Tang Zhixi returned directly to Ye's house from the crew.

   Mainly because Tang Zhixi wanted to go back and see Nan Cheng.

  Since she joined the group again, she hasn't seen Nan Cheng.

  In the lotus pond of Ye Zhai, the lotus leaves are gradually unfolding.

   Moreover, a piece of land was set aside in the north of Ye Hanzhi's yard, and nearly ten acres of roses were planted.

   Now it’s all right, Ye’s house is becoming more and more like a scenic spot.

   It is also a multi-element attraction.

   On the night of going back, after Nan Cheng fell asleep, Tang Zhixi opened two bottles of wine.

  Ye Hanzhi knew she had something on his mind, so he didn't stop him, and drank with her.

  But Ye Hanzhi's drinking capacity is really limited, if he doesn't have three drinks, he will be a little unconscious.

  The two drank wine on the Luohan bed in the side hall.

  The wine was placed on the small tea table in the middle.

  There is only a dim lotus lamp on the back. With the lotus lantern as the center, the dim light spreads into the darkness.

   It makes people feel a kind of stability in the corner of heaven and earth.

  Ye Hanzhi's consciousness was a little fuzzy, so he leaned back and looked at Tang Zhixi.

  The narrow and long eyes, the ends of the eyes are dyed red, soaked in drunkenness, and exuding endless tenderness.

  He watched Tang Zhixi take a sip of wine, and then said: "Little girl, I am behind everything, you can do what you want."

   Tang Zhixi looked at him.

  Ye Hanzhi understood the meaning in her eyes, and his thin red lips twitched: "My backing is not very strong."

   In terms of research on pharmaceutical preparations, Ye Hanzhi had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Tang Zhixi.

   Some things really need to pay attention to talent.

  And Tang Zhixi didn't think that Ye Hanzhi was bad, nor did she think that the whole research institute was bad, but she was the only one.

  She just felt that with one more person and more effort, the chance of success would be higher.

  Right now, the matter of the research institute, the matter of 319, is the most urgent thing compared to anything else.

   This is about human life.

  She always has to choose.

  The real Tang Zhixi's wish, she can only fulfill it so far.

   As for whether this movie will win an award, everything is unknown.

   On the other hand, she lost another connection with the real Tang Zhixi.

   "It's very strong." Tang Zhixi said lightly, "It's my own choice."

  Ye Hanzhi poured some wine, touched her and said: "Little girl, you have done a good job. Some things, some identities, can be unloaded."

  Tang Zhixi's hand holding the wine glass tightened involuntarily.

  She paused, raised her eyebrows calmly, smiled lightly, then raised her head and drank all the wine in the glass.

   A chuckle, both reluctance and unwillingness.

  That's all she can do, but she can't do that either.

  Ye Hanzhi knew she couldn't let go, so he didn't persuade her much, but just drank with her for a while.

  The two chatted casually, and then Tang Zhixi followed the conversation and said that she was Chu Qingge.

  But Ye Hanzhi was dumbfounded.

   Didn't react at all.

  His voice was not drunk at all, and was still steady. Just dumber than usual.

  And before Tang Zhixi said that she was Chu Qingge, the chat between the two was in a normal state.

But after she said that she was Chu Qingge, Ye Hanzhi didn't react at all. He just said, "Qingge is indeed different from Chu Qingyan to me. When Qingge was young, I often hugged her. Qingyan hasn't been born yet. I don't have any impressions of Chu Qingyan when she was a child, only some impressions of her growing up. It's not very good yet."

  When he said these few words, Tang Zhixi looked at him, but didn't react for a while.

  His voice was so sober that she thought she had drunk too much.

   And Ye Hanzhi continued: "But Qingge is just a niece, she is like Chutong."

   Ye Hanzhi said, and suddenly looked at Tang Zhixi.

  Although he was unconscious, he still saw his little girl in his eyes.

  He looked at Tang Zhixi, his voice was hoarse, but he still seemed to be very sober: "She calls me third uncle, and she will call you aunt."

  Tang Zhixi: "." Who wants to call himself aunt.

  She looked at Ye Hanzhi, except that her eyes were a little hazy and reddened, she couldn't tell she was in a state of drunkenness at all.

  The two had just chatted for a long time, and she didn't even notice when she got drunk.

  He has been trying to stay awake and chatting with himself.

   His head was already blurred, and what the two of them said was entirely based on his own subconscious reaction and understanding.

  Thus, Sanye Ye answered all the above mentioned fluently.

   It was just what he said later, which was beyond Ye Hanzhi's scope of thinking.

  In his cognition, the little girl has nothing to do with Chu Qingge.

  And when the little girl mentioned Chu Qingge, she probably felt that he treated Chu Qingge differently from Chu Qingyan, so when he heard the word Chu Qingge, he subconsciously began to explain.

  Actually, he couldn't listen to what Tang Zhixi said.

   "I also hope that she is like Chutong, no matter where she is, she will be fine." Ye Hanzhi lowered his eyes and said.

  Tang Zhixi's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard these words.

  Ye Chutong is the only girl in the entire Ye family's sons and grandchildren.

   It is conceivable how favored they are in the Ye family.

   "Little girl." Ye Hanzhi couldn't hear her all the time, so he reached out to hold her hand and squeezed it slowly, "Don't be angry."

  Tang Zhixi looked down at his hand, and after a while, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "What kind of person is Chu Qingge?"

   "Huh?" Ye Hanzhi's head began to feel overwhelmed.

   "Chu Qingge, what kind of person is he?" Tang Zhixi asked again.

  Ye Hanzhi looked down at her hand, paused and said, "Delicate."

  Tang Zhixi raised her eyebrows a little higher.

   "Love to cry."

   Tang Zhixi looked at him, tapping lightly on the cup with the other hand.

   "Love to act like a baby."

  Tang Zhixi's hand knocked harder.

   "Actor."

   Tang Zhixi narrowed her beautiful phoenix eyes.

  Ye Hanzhi touched the ring on Tang Zhixi's left ring finger.

   Tang Zhixi hasn't worn a ring for a long time, neither when filming nor in the laboratory.

   But when she is free, she will wear it on her hand.

   "Is it pretty?" Tang Zhixi asked.

"What?"

   "." Tang Zhixi said, "Chu Qingge."

  Ye Hanzhi didn't speak.

   Tang Zhixi asked again: "Is Chu Qingge pretty?"

  Ye Hanzhi put his other hand on his forehead, and suddenly said: "Little girl, I'm sleepy."

   Tang Zhixi: "."

   "Let's go back and rest."

  If it wasn't for his lack of response to such a big event, Tang Zhixi had reason to suspect that he was pretending to be drunk again.

  Actually, Ye Hanzhi was really overwhelmed with reactions, and at first he didn't know what she was asking.

   I just subconsciously feel that if I keep talking about other women, the little girl will get angry.

   Tang Zhixi looked at the four bottles of wine opened on the table, and three of them had bottomed out.

   Said that two bottles were opened, but she put several bottles under the tea table.

  She drank the last of her glass and stood up.

   I also seem to be a little dizzy.

  She pressed her temples and pulled Ye Hanzhi up: "Go, go upstairs and sleep."

  Ye Hanzhi stood up, kissed Tang Zhixi on the lips, and followed her back to the room.

   Chu Qingge (smiling): "That's great, that's my image."

  

  

  (end of this chapter)