Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing was powerless to lean on the cubicle and was ruthlessly attacked by Huo Yunshen.

The phone was still buzzing, she raised her hand, fell, and covered her face with a snap.

She is too naive to follow the routine of President Huo.

Someone knocked on the door outside: "Have you changed your words? Let's take a picture together and wait to finish dancing."

Yan Qing is sober and pats her forehead. Tomorrow morning will be the recording site for the first round of ratings. The remaining preparation time is only half a day. She has no problem singing, but the dance has never been touched before. It is relatively simple to pick a movement on the Internet. You have to learn before recording.

Fortunately, she met the four girls who helped her make up in the bathroom. Now the knock on the door is Ouyang, who is handsome and short-haired. She is the dance dancer in the team and is willing to take her to the door.

She has no time to waste.

"Wait a minute, here we go!"

But King Yan Luo obviously wouldn't let her easily, she didn't return the message and simply called in.

Yan Qing was worried that if she didn’t take it anyway, Mr. Huo would get upset directly, and she reluctantly pressed to connect: “I’m busy, you have something to say.”

There was a moment of silence in the earpiece.

Breathing does not seem to exist.

Yan Qing was stunned by Huo Yunshen's silence, and immediately thought that if Yun Qing answered the phone, he would treat him softly and sweetly. He may not be used to this kind of indifference.

Why bother.

After stopping for a while, Huo Yun opened his mouth and asked the same sentence: "What are you doing."

Yan Qing was afraid of hearing, lowering the volume and saying: "Now I'm going to take pictures and wait to practice dancing with my friends. I really don't have time to return your information. Even if you prepare 50 mobile phones for me, you have to wait for me to get busy. Hang up first. ."

She just pressed the red button to hang up, and he asked again: "Do you want to dance? Does the dance have a name?"

Yan Qing replied casually: "I found it on the Internet temporarily, "Love Cycle"."

Ouyang urged again, Yan Qing hurriedly hung up the phone and pushed the door out.

The girls immediately surrounded her with a long tone of voice: "Oh-who are you talking to, who talked a lot, we can all hear--"

Yan Qing bit her lip: "It's... the family, always asking me what I'm doing, so annoying."

Ouyang snapped his fingers and rubbed a hand on Yan Qing's head: "Don't you know the subtext of this sentence?"

"Subtext?"

"'I am missing you."

Yan Qing stood in the chaotic locker room and couldn't help but pause, Huo Yunshen's tone fluttered to his ear like a gust of wind.

"what are you doing."

It turned out that he wanted to say... "I'm thinking of you".

Huo Yunshen returned to the top-floor office of the Huo’s headquarters building. All the trotting followers who were waiting for President Huo’s signature all held their breath. Their eyes did not dare to blink more. Fear of being affected by anger, they could only ask Mint for help.

Min Tezhu's face was calm and he sneered.

For help?I don’t know how to live in the future.

In order to stay in the past, Shen Ge wouldn’t like to cover up an enclave every day and hide Yun Qing inside. It’s better to be under the sky except the one he can’t see. Now it’s good, Xiao Jiao’s wife not only does not recognize him, but also needs to be guaranteed. Go to the house dance in the red show.

Thinking about that situation, I was stimulated. Yun Qing wore an ultra-short pleated skirt, a cute little top, and a pair of ponytails or maruko heads. She turned a twist on the front row male tutor and the full house camera...

Min Tezhuan's neck was cold, and he heard the sound of death approaching: "Min Jing, you dare to think about it and jump me from the window."

Huo Yun's face was cold and cold, and his stomach was still shrunk violently. His temples were also painful and painful. Since he had boiled his body three years ago, his stomach pains and headaches went with him. Once he didn't eat well, he wouldn't sleep well. Taking medicine hardly works.

The more unbearable, the more I miss her.

I hold it in my hand every moment, and don’t let it go.

Huo Yun was too lazy to speak, he took a piece of paper and wrote two lines of words and handed it to Min Jing, then knocked off the table without expression.

A group of executives queuing at the door heard the sound and frightened in. They put down the many folders that needed to be signed in turn. No matter how high they were outside, these people bowed and bowed in front of President Huo, but they were also willing.

Everyone has personally witnessed Mr. Huo’s wrist, from a forsaken child abandoned by the family and not allowed to finish school, to the invaders and victors who are madly plundered, his city, ability, and cold heart. , Enough people fear and look up.

When the idle people disappeared, Huo Yun raised his eyes and asked Min Jing: "Done?"

Min Jing helped the glasses to be broken: "Yes, they are all done. There is no objection on the other side of the wind, and they accept it all. They are happy to celebrate with firecrackers and the funds are in place. The new program will come out tonight. , Which will be completed before the official recording tomorrow."

He understands what the meaning of Shen Ge's phrase "the acquisition is suspended, another way".

Exclusive naming rights for the show.

From today, "Pinnacle Girl" has to be renamed and called "Huo's Pinnacle Girl".

Therefore, the player Yan Qing of "Peak Girl" must also be called Huo's Yan Qing.

The unprecedented "Guanfu surname" method is not finished. Shen Ge's thinking is always detached from their mortals, and he has set a more thrilling strategy than the title.

Min Jing said: "However, Mr. Su from Star Shang and Mr. Lin from Wanjing all asked to talk to you before they agreed to record the program. Video calls on both sides have already come in."

"Go."

Huo Yunshen pressed the hands-free, and the three-party talks fry in the office.

President Su is twenty-five-six years old and has a baby face. When he came up, he exaggeratedly shouted: "What are you doing, Shen Brother? With you, with me, with Xiaolin, we have a 300-square-meter office, and a 500-square-meter bed is not needed. Run Go to a talent show, mentor, teacher?!"

Huo Yun didn't lift his eyes, sneered: "Teacher? Will you?"

On the other side, Mr. Lin laughed gently: "Shen, don't care about him. I understand what you mean, not a mentor, but to be the father of the gold master. As a sponsor, we have come up with some brand endorsements, film and television dramas. The character is enough to ride the wind video and call the group of little girls, but what is the picture?"

Huo Yunshen only said one sentence: "Picture my wife."

Bye.

The bell followed, and he frowned, explaining to Min Jing: "Explain clearly to them, and it will be in place tomorrow."

Min Jing didn’t even think about how to explain it. Mr. Huo’s wife was participating in the women’s group talent show. Mr. Huo was afraid that she would be bullied and wronged and treated unfairly. Huo Shi alone was there, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva was sprinkling resources all over the field, and it would always cause controversy, fearing that Xiao Jiao’s wife would be angry, so she had to pull two qualified ones to cover up.

Mr. Su and Mr. Lin, you two, are you surprised?Are you excited?Are you proud?

Min Jing said a good word here, turned around and looked at Huo Yunshen holding his coat and got up, shaking his hand against the table a little.

He asked quickly: "Shen Brother, where are you going? It's getting dark, and you haven't had a good rest in two days."

Huo Yun's deep back was straight, and he saw no discomfort: "Don't care, don't follow me."

The night in November was very cold, and when the temperature dropped, the cold wind blew into the bones.

Huo Yunshen drove to the famous medicinal restaurant in the city to pick up supper. While waiting for packing, he ate a little bit of porridge and swallowed some nausea, so he pushed away.

I haven't seen you for another six hours.

Qing Qing does not return information or answer the phone as if it does not exist in his world.

It was only a day before he recovered her. There was no sense of reality, and even an occasional swaying god thought he was dreaming. All the hugs and kisses belonged to her temperature, but it was an illusion before his death.

He wanted to see her, he couldn't stay overnight, he couldn't wait for tomorrow, even if he just looked at it from afar.

Yan Qing jumped through the "Love Cycle" a hundred times in the practice room. The sweat was raining and her legs could not be lifted.

Ouyang actively demonstrated to her, and called her closer: "Baby, this action, the butt must be lifted. You look better than me, don't be shy, you just have to let go when you dance."

Yan Qing bowed his head.

Aw, dancing is about to turn your ass.

Kill her.

Ouyang clapped his hands: "Come on-Qiao! Sexy and cute!"

Yan Qing's body already had instincts, his slender legs were straight, and the place where the warp was raised, the long ponytail was wet and flicked, and the bright white cheeks were flushed, and it was full of saliva in the practice room.

The girls got up one after another: "Go to bed by leaning back to the house! It's so beautiful! It's so exciting! I'm going to hit the wall!"

After the big troops left, Ouyang looked at his watch: "Let's go back to rest too late? It's too late. I have to get up early tomorrow. I heard that the recording site was reloaded all night. It seems that there is a temporary change in the competition system. There is one more right to override. The high-energy jury above the mentor group is so scary."

Yan Qing wiped his sweat, his chest undulated: "Jury?"

"Yes, it is said that the identity is super big, the staff are mysterious and refuse to say more, I estimate that the rating standards are stricter than before," Ouyang said, "So go to bed early, raise your spirits, you improve fast , This dance is enough."

Yan Qing shook his head: "You go back first, I will practice again."

Ouyang persuaded, but had to leave, yelling before closing the door: "Baby, then I'm leaving, call me if you have something."

Yan Qing sweetly beckoned: "Okay -"

Ouyang closed the door, inexplicably chilled, and shuddered. She looked around left and right, and found nothing unusual, but how... It seemed that there was a way to put people's Ling Chi's sight on her body.

Huo Yunshen stood in a dark place where the lights could not reach and raised his hands with supper.

After a few minutes, the vocal sounds dissipated, leaving only the door of the practice room not far away indistinctly, revealing the rhythmic music, and Yan Qing's rapid and soft gasp.

Huo Yun lowered his eyes deeply, concealing the dark colors in it, and slowly walked out of the shadows, approaching the door and pushing the gap a little.

Yan Qing was working hard in front of the big mirror. The little jacket was soaked with sweat. With the dance movement, her clothes lifted up, revealing a piece of white skin around her waist.

Huo Yun held the metal doorknob deeply, entangled with grievances and grievances in his heart, and bumped into his chest.

Obviously he is his own treasure.

But let others call, let others see, in the future there will be thousands of men and women who will succeed her.

Huo Yunshen's acupuncture pain in his temple, his body was unstable for a while, and he touched the door and made a slight noise.

Yan Qing thought it was Ouyang's return, and after a long time he had become acquainted, and also learned her intimate name: "Baby, why are you back?"

After looking up, he met the man's brilliant eyes.

Yan Qing was so scared that her feet were tilted, and she rushed straight up against the floor. Huo Yun stepped forward quickly and stopped her to catch her. The wet body made him unable to put it down. It was all the medicine for his pain. He embraced her, Any suffering is soothed, follow the instinct to buckle people into his arms.

"Ahhh, let go! There is surveillance! There are videos!"

Huo Yunshen's lips pressed against her ear: "Before I came, I asked people to turn off."

Yan Qing hurriedly broke free: "That won't work, it's only at noon to say good-natured and hug-free! Can you be a little honest, don't always go back, it's awful!"

Huo Yun lowered her eyelashes deeply and slowly put her down.

He didn't want to be abominable...

Yan Qing seized the opportunity to run away, glanced at him for a few moments, and asked uncomfortably, "What are you doing at this late hour."

Huo Yunshen found a clean wall and sat down, opened the food box, and the rich aroma of the soup floated out immediately, so Yan Qing swallowed, and could not help but glance inside.

"Qing Qing comes over, I will bring you delicious food."

Yan Qing cried out in disappointment. She covered it silently, her mouth hard: "I, I'm not hungry, let's talk about how you look like a puppy."

Huo Yun looked at her deeply, picked up the bowl, and bent his lips: "Not a puppy, but a kitten?"

His voice was quiet and intimate, and he was intimate and serious: "Qingqing Cat, come to me."

Qing Qing's cat ear roots secretly red, and he licked his lower lip with low energy.

What did King Yan Luo buy?How can it be so fragrant!

Anyway, no one else, just eat... a bite, it should not be ashamed.

Yan Qing opened his legs, moved slowly, took over the tempting porcelain bowl in the hands of President Huo, and cooked the soup and stewed chicken drumsticks in a few bites.

She lifted her eyes unconsciously and fell into Huo Yun's dark eyes.

It was filled with suppressed and fierce desires.

Yan Qing's breathing was chaotic, he quickly bowed his head, filled the small bowl with super fast speed, and pushed the rest to him: "Don't say I have no conscience, the rest is for you to eat."

Then she was holding a small bowl, rubbing and sliding away a bit, turning her back to Huo Yunshen, curling her body up and eating intently.

Huo Yunshen did not forcefully chase, leaning against the wall, fixed on her.

The lights in the practice room only turned on for a little while, and she and he sat in the dimly lit area without lights.

The two shadows were elongated and enlarged, projected on the opposite white wall.

People are clearly far away, but the shadow is very close, as if you can reach it with your hand.

Huo Yun looked fascinated and raised his arm tentatively, as did the shadow belonging to him on the wall.

Then, the shadow moved forward, touching Yan Qing's shadow gently and carefully.

Until they meet, they blend together, as if they are together.

Huo Yunshen has a strange posture, twisting very unnatural movements, staring at the shadows hugging each other on the wall, showing a smile.

He murmured dumbly.

"Qingqing, you called me baby when I came in just now."

"I still want to listen."

"Just once."

The author has something to say: Qing Qing Mao: I'm going to be deeply tricked again, this wave is still huge.