Sweet Nothings

Huo Yunshen's body temperature was drenched on the coat, which had a dry and heavy texture, which was inexplicably reassuring.

Yan Qing was very cold all the way, and he was so entangled as if the small dumplings were properly packed into the leaves. Not only was the chill gone, but the steam was steaming by the way.

The more intimate, the more you can feel that there is an indescribable fit between the two bodies.

Yan Qing was dull or bored, and his ears were red, explaining to him: "I didn't deliberately not return information. I have been rehearsing at night, just ended."

Huo Yun said deep and low: "I know, are you tired?"

She shook her head, remembering his last sentence, patting his back to refute: "How to do it in the sleep car, don't make a mess, now hug and hug, go back home and sleep again at home."

After she finished earning, half of her body was out of the protection area of ​​the coat, and the night wind immediately attacked with snowflakes, and she shuddered.

Rely on, don't hold it, it's better to leave it again, it's like going straight from the incubator into the freezer, killing you

Yan Qingte froze stiffly, a little reluctant to have this large heater.

Huo Yun's deep lips curled up and pulled her back into his arms clearly. Under the convenience of obvious height difference, he lifted her off the ground and walked in the direction of the car: "Don't rush back, there is something for you. "

Yan Qing's chin rested on Mr. Huo's shoulders. She was wondering whether this posture was a bit shameful. The car door was already open, and the soft yellow light was on it, warming her face. Her eyes were attracted by a square box on the seat. , Get together and hug: "This? For me?"

Huo Yunshen sat in the back row with her, slightly nodded: "Look and use it."

He didn't ask whether he liked it, but asked if it could be used. Obviously it was a thing she needed. Yan Qing couldn't find a reason to refuse, slowly opened the lid, and a pair of drooping apricot eyes suddenly widened and whispered subconsciously.

A milky white feather skirt was stacked neatly inside.

She reached out carefully and lifted the skirt cherishly. Pieces of hair feathers fell softly with her movements, staggered into a beautiful arc with each other, and matched with the same color tulle with a foggy feeling, sketching the ultimate cut.

Huo Yun stared deeply at her profile.

Like the girl, the little girl was pleasantly surprised, and Tongren would shining exceptionally, full of stars.

He asked quickly: "Tomorrow's track is called "Flying Bird". The lead song is your responsibility. Is this skirt suitable?"

Yan Qing was so excited that she wanted to hug her feather skirt and kissed her fiercely, but was afraid of getting dirty. She hurriedly put it into the box and nodded happily to Huo Yun: "Mrs. is suitable!"

Compared to those robbed, no matter how texture or style, do not know how much better.

Although she said that she didn't care about the players, in fact, she was silently worried and regretful. The final set she selected could only be regarded as unsatisfactory. She has always been a pity that she might discount the stage effect because of clothes.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yunshen waited until late at night, in order to send charcoal to her in the snow.

but……

Huo Yunshen gave her a messy hair and was ready to ask: "Are you worried that you will not catch up with the rest of the team?"

He glanced backwards: "The other sets match in the trunk. There are a lot of them. You picked this one from me. Others were selected by professional stylists. It won't go wrong."

Yan Qing was overjoyed, and even felt wronged by Mr. Huo, obediently crawled over and looped his neck: "I owe you four days of hugs, and I will give you another day..."

She mumbled again: "Thank you."

Huo Yunshen took her waist naturally and staggered her eyelashes to block the violent eyes: "Yan Qing, you haven't recognized one thing yet."

He touched her curly hair with his lips restraintly: "You are my wife, you can let me solve anything. If you have needs later, remember to find me."

Yan Qing's chest shook.

Huo Yun glanced deeply at the hour, and took the coat she had in her car: "You should go upstairs and rest. The clothes behind you don't have to worry about it. I will find someone to deliver it at the right time."

He stopped for a few seconds and his voice became dumb: "See you tomorrow."

Yan Qing wanted to talk to him about the tension in the performance, but when he said that, it was indeed too late. He had to agree: "See you tomorrow."

Huo Yunshen sent her to the door near the building. When she waved goodbye, she left a sentence: "I shouldn't wait to see you at home."

Yan Qing thought very simply. Huo estimated that he would pick her up in advance and operate normally, as expected.

She didn't think much about it, she put all her thoughts on the next day's performance, holding the skirt and going to sleep every second. When the sky was bright, she was awakened by the knock on the door, and the small curly hair dragged Ouyang, followed by several other players, and rushed up. Shouted: "My gods say you are a fairy!"

Yan Qing was ignorant.

Little curly hair was crying with excitement: "Someone sent us new clothes and said that you bought the stage outfits out of your own pocket. They look super good with "Flying Bird". They can't be compared with other groups. !"

Yan Qing had no explanation.

Mr. Huo bought it. Huo was always her husband. Before the divorce, she was a family. That’s what she bought.

Yan Qing took the bears from the girls and took everyone to the practice room to bring a makeup rehearsal. When the rehearsal was over, she had to go to the scene to communicate the details of accompaniment, sound and lighting, etc. The captain who grabbed the costume.

She asked with a smile: "Yan Qing, I heard that you have made a new suit again? Is it that the mud at the end can't help the wall, making you unable to do so? what."

Yan Qing gathered her broken hair with a very sweet expression: "Who is the mud? The members of my team are both of value and ability."

"Is it hard to use your mouth," she snorted. "Not only us, basically all teams, but also the 1,000 public judges today, plus those online audiences who know the grouping situation, guess your site will roll over, I just don’t know how much your ranking will fall, don’t be thrown out at once, after all, this time, there is no high-energy jury to support you."

Yan Qing's red lips bent slightly: "If the high-energy jury is set up, what kind of high-energy is it? As for how much I rank, it is not by guessing. Wait until the performance, you can watch it yourself."

An hour later, the recording venue was opened to the public on time. One thousand registered public judges entered the venue in turn, and the program team prepared a unified "Pinnacle Girl" banner, which was distributed in order.

The two girls in charge of the distribution were busy with machinery, which was going smoothly, and suddenly got stuck in a slender hand.

"Hello, this one is yours."

The man's voice shivered: "No, I have it myself."

The two couldn't help but raise their heads and looked up along the brilliant hand, all stunned.

The person in front is tall, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, long and straight legs, wearing a navy blue sweater, showing the undulating throat, a big mask on his face, and a baseball cap with a low pressure, I can only glimpse a little Cold eyes.

Such a comrade who can kill people to and fro by air alone...

There are at least four or five different styles of arms on his arms, and the other hand carries a giant light card. The most excessive thing is that he also wore a rather eye-catching card on the hat.

The pink light flickered, and the words were swaggered and swaggered--

"Yanqing."