Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing's heart collapsed.

People, if you whitewash and conceal her true purpose, she may be able to deal with it.

But once it was spoken openly, the tone was taken for granted, but she could not help her.

Huo did not force her to come, she took the initiative.

It wasn't that I didn't sleep in the same bed before. That night, she voluntarily climbed into the Huo bed that night.

Counting around, she really didn't have the guts to refuse.

Huo Yunshen did not plan to discuss, just picked up the Qingqing cat wrapped in a dumpling, put the edge of the bed on his lap, pulled the small cart with the dinner plate, and slowly fed her to eat.

Yan Qing occupies Huo's thighs, elbows occasionally rubbing against his firm chest and abdomen, and his whole body is agitated with agitation.

Huo Yunshen held her, and the dark pupil added a dark color: "Wife, behind you is the bed. If you want to eat and sleep well, don't be troubled."

Yan Qing understood his deep meaning and couldn't help but stiff, his face warmed up rapidly, his eyes stolen and aimed downward.

Huo Yunshen scooped up a shrimp and put it in her mouth: "Want to see it? Don't worry, when I take it off after eating, you can see more clearly."

Yan Qing choked on the shrimp and was fed soup by Huo.

She stared at Huo Yunshen with horror: "...I didn't watch it! No more trouble!"

Huo Yunshen wiped the soup from the corners of her mouth, leaned over her lips, and touched her curly hair restraintly: "No trouble, I have all my wife's belongings all over my body. It doesn't matter how you touch it, just dispose of it."

The facial features of the man are too close, like the silhouette polished by Seiko, which stimulates the senses, Yan Qing swallowed involuntarily, his heart grew grass, and itchy fluttering back and forth, thinking sourly, don’t look, don’t be stunned, his heart Belong to.

After the meal, Huo Yunshen, as he said, stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, ready to take it off.

Yan Qingman had nowhere to hide, covered his eyes with both hands, and heard his low laughter: "I'm afraid of it, so I can help me try my sweater, forgot?"

It was then that she was deliberately ridiculed by President Huo, her ears were bleeding with blood, she picked up the sweater and wanted to help him put it on, but when her eyes were lifted, she was deeply scarred by the back of his spine. Stabbed.

Not only the marks left by the last burn, but also many scars similar to the wounds of blades and sticks.

Her brows were sore and she touched them gently with her fingertips.

His scorching temperature passed from his fingers, pouring into her bones and blood, wantonly disturbing her consciousness, and she blurted out: "How come again."

Huo Yun held his breath deep, and the hands on his side slowly clenched into fists: "What did you say?"

"I asked you how you have changed!" Yan Qing asked quickly, caressing his spine, and there was a layer of water between the eyelashes. "Several wounds on the waist, obviously before--"

She stopped abruptly, and after a moment, she blinked in confusion.

……before?She talks nonsense.

She read Yun Qing's note, which read "Your back is injured", so she automatically determined that he should not have it on his waist?

Yan Qing was dark for a few seconds, her nerves were provoked one by one, her eye contours and ears were sore. Since drunk that time, she became more and more prone to headaches.

Even a headache, how stupid.

A few lines of Yun Qing moved the mood, not like her.

Huo Yunshen turned and hugged her, massaged his palm against her temple, and coaxed: "Obey, we sleep, and we won't hurt when we wake up."

When Yan Qing came over with a clear head, the big bathrobe wrapped tightly outside her was gone, so she wore a man's shirt barely to the thigh and lay in the arms of President Huo with super cuteness, pillowing his arm on his face enjoy.

Huo Yun's deep forehead was stretched with blue muscles, and his hot and gloomy eyes looked at her straight, very refreshing.

Yan Qing quickly turned around and tried to crawl towards the bed, trying to take the quilt away.

Huo Yunshen reached out and grabbed her back, patting it comfortably, his voice dumb: "I don't move."

Yan Qing turned his back to him, shrunk into a small quail, and pushed the quilt desperately behind his back to separate him.

Huo Yunshen let her toss, her hands still trapped her.

"Qingbao," he called intimately, putting his hand on her forehead. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

His voice lightened: "I just want to hold you to sleep, you're not at home, I don't sleep well, don't you have to leave again tomorrow? I just came back after a few days, and left me alone, shouldn't I give some comfort? ."

Yan Qing pulled his pillow, his heart softened, and the hidden little desire was rising.

She slowly backed away, leaning his shoulder against his shoulder: "That's it, you can't get closer...you remember to eat a few more meals and make up with points..."

Huo Yunshen's arm wrapped up and hugged her tightly.

Yan Qing sank in his breath, looking at the void, and asked in a small voice: "I am really similar to Yun Qing? A small habit of her writing, I... seems to have it."

Huo Yun's eyes were deep, and he glanced at the direction of the closet.

Qing Qing found out.

He put it there, hoping to wait for her to come over one day and think of the clue.

Enough is enough, he can't hurry.

Qing Qing walked hard, but he was approaching him step by step.

He wanted to surpass others and have a unique like. She ran and gave it to him delicately. Others, he was willing to wait.

Huo Yun covered her forehead deeply and relieved her discomfort: "You just need to remember that you will always be yourself."

Yan Qing fell asleep in the man's warm arms.

Confirming that she would not wake up, Huo Yunshen gently laid her flat, leaned over and kissed, grabbing the girl's sweet lips.

The lover thinking day and night is in his arms. He can do nothing but steal a kiss.

Desire to burn the blood, the body's crazy obsession with her was awakened by all.

He moistened the tip of his tongue and scraped her pinna, suppressing and asking, "Qing Qing, which day will you endure me?"

When Yan Qing woke up, the location around her was so cold that there was a stack of new clothes stacked on the head of the bed, and the tag label was cut cleanly, for fear that she would see the price.

She got up and went to the bathroom. She used a lot of cosmetics, and even placed them according to her habit.

Yan Qing was so beautiful in her heart that she was stupid when she looked in the mirror.

Lips!A little swollen!

She secretly gritted her teeth, Huo Yunshen said it nicely, while she was not prepared to steal a kiss!

The door was knocked cautiously, and Min Jing's voice came: "Mrs, are you awake? President Huo is at the morning meeting and tells me to take you directly to the airport. The luggage I need is ready, the stylist is waiting outside, Will be responsible for your makeup today."

This is when Yan Qing remembered that she was going to the award ceremony with the team today. This was the first time she went to the airport publicly after the show. Looking at the time, it was less than four hours before takeoff. She quickly dressed and put it on her lips. Smeared a cool lip balm.

Okay, for such an intimate share, forgive him, who wants to separate again, or a different place...

Just give him candy.

When Yan Qing put her face on her face and put on makeup, her mobile phone began to ring one after another. Ouyang broadcasted the airport grand occasion on the Internet in real time. The picture shows a surging crowd. Many people are holding long guns and short guns. There are also various small signs with her big head emoji.

The several-meter-long banner was pulled up, and a close-up shot of her wearing a feather skirt was selected. The tears in her eyes were painted bright and crystal clear.

"Qingbao! Didn't you watch the new episode last night? Have you slaughtered again?"

"Not to mention anything else, the absolute singing skills and field control ability of "Flying Bird", Wen Wan's home made wool handiwork, the most important thing is, did you cry before singing that day? There are screenshots with tears, and the station sisters The high-definition photo shoots bombed together, congratulations to you at the top of the fairy tears list, and you will have tears from all angles in the popular one night! The beauty is blown up!"

She was crying...

Seeing Huo Yunshen, weeping for him.

The stylist then leaned over, and at the end of her makeup, she used highlighters and eye shadows to tick some clever tears, just the right embellishments, and flickered at the mirror, shimmering.

"Really beautiful," the stylist smiled. "I haven't seen such a brilliant face in a circle for a long time."

As soon as the time came, Min Jing came in and froze at the sight of Yan Qing, expressing deep sympathy for Brother Shen.

Regardless of men and women on the Internet, one after another, he called his wife to Yan Qing, and just turned it up, and it was all "new wife is beautiful to my place ascended to heaven", "ahhhhhhh, I live again! I have a wife!" Wipe your wife! Spend money for your wife! Let your wife knit sweaters!"......

He can see toothache, not to mention the mood of Brother Shen.

Today, when she made her appearance at the airport, there will definitely be blessings to leave the stage and the real picture of the show, and even more so.

I didn't know where Shen Ge went after the meeting, but I didn't come to send it personally.

Yan Qing converged with the big troops outside the airport. In this line, there were not only eight other players and staff, but also the mentor Sulli, who was a red carpet guest and leader, and sat on the same flight with everyone.

In the long babysitter's car, Su Li closed his eyes indifferently, only to see Yan Qing when he arrived, and then looked away, his pupils shrunk, pressing against the amazing surging inside.

At a reception when he was a boy, he followed his parents to attend, and had an unforgettable look at Yunjia's elaborate little daughter.

He has imagined countless times, what should look like when Yun Qing breaks away from childishness, and fully blooms.

Now, he saw it.

Yan Qing said with a smile: "Mr. Su."

Su Li bends her lips and shows a soft face to the others, stinging softly: "There will be many people in the airport. If you are nervous, follow me."

Yan Qing didn't follow him, An Anfen and the sister group walked together, never rushing Su Dingliu's heat.

Before entering the waiting hall, she flipped her phone, and Mr. Huo never sent a message.

She was a little empty in her heart, pursing her lips.

... She stole her account, she kindly did not count with him, but he didn't care about it. As he was about to leave, he didn't ask her a word.

"Qingbao, don't be dazed, it's time to go, a lot of people will shoot you and cheer up."

Yan Qing said: "When Su Li is here, he must have filmed him. Our fans are probably all squeezed. We may need to look carefully..."

The girls laughed, and after a short preparation, Yi Yanqing stood at the forefront and stepped into the public eye.

Yan Qing didn't expect that such a scene would be greeted by her at the airport.

The sounds of mountains and rivers, giant banners pulled up by several people's walls, and the constant sound of professional cameras surrounded and bumped, countless people's lips were moving, and all her names were shouting.

He was even halfway up with Zuli, even higher than others.

Zurich was surrounded by bodyguards.

However, the actual popularity of the program team to Yan Qing was unexpected, and only three or two accompanying staff hurriedly went to protect it, which was completely inflated.

When Yan Qing was about to be hit, Su Li tried to come over, but from nowhere came a team of well-trained tall girls, all of whom were agile and professionally formed an enclosure to isolate the crowd.

Yan Qing was too late to be shocked one after another by accident. Among the enthusiastic fans who were blocked, he captured the most unbelievable figure.

The man was wearing a dark gray sweater knitted by hand, and the hat and mask were very strict. His slender figure was always eye-catching. He stood in the chaos. He was fixed on the camera through many obstacles. Pressed her to shoot.

Yan Qing's lips covered with lipstick were faintly hot, and her heart was also mentioned in the throat.

Then, the man pulled a small sticky sign from his pocket, attached it to the camera, and raised it towards her.

The above sentence is still: "Qingbao, I am here."

Yan Qing never thought that the original human heart can be upset and depressed at the first moment, and then filled with fireworks in the sky at the next moment.

She dared not look at him again, and looked away, her eyes shone with mist, and she couldn't help but smile on her face, which was captured by the big and small lenses.

Huo Yunshen deliberately!

What I said was apart, I couldn't see it for a few days, it was all wrong!

He left early in the morning and never contacted her. He came here early to be a fan.

No wonder there are so many people on the scene, and the battle of Zurich is overwhelmed. She understands it. It is all childish Huo. In order to let his wife be enough, the nursery specially invited!

In the VIP waiting room of the airport, the heat of Yan Qing's ears never went down, spreading to the eyes and also reddening.

She made a fan with her hands and desperately fanned herself.

Ouyang's excitement hasn't gone down yet. She pulled her and said, "My Qingbao is so powerful! There are so many people, is it too exciting to stop!"

Yan Qing sincerely: "Fuyun, all are clouds!"

All her husband bought for it!

Yan Qing couldn't let it go and looked around carefully, always feeling that someone would not leave so easily.

A moment later, the accompanying An Lan came back with the boarding pass and distributed it to everyone. When she arrived at Yan Qing, she patted her and said, "Yan Yan, there is something wrong with your ticket temporarily. There is no way but to change it for you. After signing in another class, the time is ten minutes away, and nothing will be affected. We will meet later."

Su Li sat a little farther, and she heard it with deep eyes.

Yan Qing squeezed her unique ticket, her chest was jumping.

She boarded the plane from another boarding gate, and the stewardess smiled and led her to the front.

The first-class cabin of this plane is not large, with a total of less than ten seats, separated from the back, quiet and private, and the noise is almost inaudible.

Yan Qing sat down, the stewardess brought the juice, she held it, her fingers were tight, she just wanted to take a sip of moist throat, and there was a gentle footstep on the carpet of the aisle, and a distinct hand came out and took it away. Replace her juice with a cup of milk tea.

He said, "Good boy, drink hot."

Yan Qing bumped into his chest, raised his head, and faced Huo Yunshen who had disguised his disguise.

He got out of Qingqing's fan pile, and the pupil still contained a gloomy yet unsolved, powerful, staring at the tear marks drawn at the end of her eyes, and slowly licked her lower lip.

"Mr. Huo," Yan Qing strives for a stable tone. "Do you want to explain."

Huo Yunshen sat next to her, leaned over, buckled her seat belt with her long fingers, raised her eyelashes, and looked at her closely: "Chasing his wife at the airport and accompanying her on a business trip."

"It also includes buying fans for my wife?"

"I bought a little." Most of them are true, otherwise he will not be stimulated.

"It also includes changing the flight of the wife without permission?"

Huo Yun deep lips: "There is another explanation for this matter. I think my wife, who wants to get along with each other, can not let go on the plane. During the three-hour flight, no one in this small space disturbed."

Spending money again!

Yan Qing bit her lip and couldn't help but smile: "...how are you wearing this today, aren't all the expensive brands in the closet?"

"Like," he said, "I want you to be in the crowd and see me for the first time."

At this point, President Huo was satisfied, he was calmed down by his wife a little bit, ready to enjoy the hard-won alone.

The problem is that he is possessive and can't stop. Thinking of the fan station, he turned on the camera before the plane took off, picked Qingqing to take a few beautiful previews of the photos taken on the camera, and logged in to Weibo. Go up.

How does the light picture work.

He solemnly matched the topic of Yan Qing and five words: "This is my wife."

Look again, the more beautiful you look, the more you don’t want to share.

But declare sovereignty.

Qing Qing looked at his camera, and when she saw it, she was different, and she was his.

President Huo seriously pressed "release" and waited for the jealousy that swarmed over.

However, three minutes later, he clicked on the rapidly increasing number of conversion pages and saw hundreds of the same content-

"The blogger is so shameless! Obviously my wife!"

Huo Zhenggong·Yunshen: ...damn, mad.