Sweet Nothings

Under the moonlight on the top of the mountain, Huo Yun turned back, and the dark black pupil looked into Yan Qing's eyes full of light.

His emotional needs are different from normal people, he has always known.

Probably because of space, once requested, it will be unrestrictedly eager to get her a little gentleness and kindness, and want more and more passionate feelings, occupying every inch of her body and mind.

In the past, when Qing Qing was a girl, he was not as good as he is now, and he still couldn't converge.

"Don't laugh at the monitor of your class!"

"He likes you, can't you see it? Don't lend him homework in the future!"

"Whoever buys the water for you is not allowed to drink, I will buy you a better one."

He couldn't control himself. Seeing her integrate into a new environment, she would be uneasy to meet new people. Like she might encounter more attractive options at any time and give him up.

It's annoying, it's easy to burden her, he understands it.

Can not be changed.

Qingqing will not be angry, and bends his eyes tolerantly again and again, touched his hair with his hand raised, and said softly, "Yun Shen, don't worry, I like you."

In a word, his heart melted, and all the upright corners were polished by her.

To this day, he is married to Qing Qing, and his psychological problems are still not good, because she doesn’t remember the anniversary, she didn’t listen to him, and she refused to speak out, and she was worried about her on the other side. Actively integrated into the new job, I will know many people in the circle, in case she is attractive to attract her attention...

The sour gas surged and chased after him again. The stalker was guarding outside, restraining himself from interfering.

Qingqing didn't dislike him, still pampered him as before, and embraced him lovingly.

He learned to progress slowly, she gave him the highest reward.

Huo Yunshen's crumpled heart was soothed by his lover's hand and stirred up a frenzy. He lifted her white chin and squeezed it in his hand to suppress his perverted desire: "I lied to me."

"Yeah, Mr. Huo was fooled as soon as he cheated," Yan Qing blinked. "So what is the day today?"

Huo Yunshen's voice was a little stuffy: "...love anniversary."

Yan Qing's long hair was spread on his arm, and he smiled and said: "I have a feeling, this is not a gift to you as a gift, please check it."

Her thin waist is in his arms, rubbing softly with him, rising the heat that makes the population dry.

Huo Yun stared at Yan Qing's beautiful eyes and couldn't help but hug her and walked straight to the back of the car.

"what are you doing……"

The door slammed shut and the lock was closed, and the windows were tightly closed.

The air conditioner in the car was at the right temperature. Yan Qing was buckled on his lap and sweated at once. She pressed his shoulders, blushing and wanted to speak. As soon as her lips opened, he covered it and sucked it, a little rough Her fingertips rubbed her neck, let her relax softly, and her tone became sweet.

"Deeply you... so anxious..."

The abnormal desire could not be suppressed, and his voice was hoarse: "Hurry to open the gift."

In the end, the gift was still unopened, and the wrapping paper was torn in half. The white gift core inside was so tense that he broke his lips, Huo Yunshen forced to stop.

His forehead was sweating, biting her bloodshot eartips and demanding: "Next time let me take it apart."

Yan Qing was caught up in the fire, but she knew that the environment was not suitable. She really did not do enough, she couldn’t let go, and her psychological endurance was not strong enough. What about the ground, more exciting.

Hey, you have to practice.

Yan Qing thought that Huo Yunshen would ask to live with him tonight. He was worried about how to explain to Lin Yuan, but he sent her back to the hotel very well. On the way, he said: "I saw the avatars on the Internet. , I will make it clear in public."

"Don't," Yan Qing guessed that he couldn't stand it, and wanted to talk to him about it. She said seriously, "I thought about it, now you go to clarify, saying that I and Yun Qing are alone, and may suppress public opinion, But later I will inevitably be questioned by various parties, and I have no memory. By then, many things cannot be answered, how embarrassing."

Huo Yun stared at her deeply: "Qing Qing, tell the truth."

Yan Qing was stunned and bowed her head a little bit of frustration: "It's true, but besides this, there are... I'm thinking, anyway, the reputation is not good, the substitute is chanting, you don't need to respond, just keep it cold, other give it to me."

Huo Yun pursed his lips deeply.

Her expression was relaxed: "Now Yan Qing has too many negative things. I don’t want to impose them on Yun Qing again. I want to work hard to improve my word of mouth. There are applause. There are worthy of Mrs. Huo’s achievements and awards. I must have recovered my memory, and then—"

Somehow, Yan Qing's eyes swelled with heat and stared at him: "I will face the public myself and tell everyone who I am and who I am."

She was afraid of Huo Yun’s deep opposition, holding onto his wrist and begging firmly: “You believe me, I can handle it, I don’t care what others say.”

Before getting off the train, Huo Yun rubbed her hair with her dry palm: "I promised you would not respond, but love Qingqing, you have your way, I also have my way."

Yan Qing left the car in his coat and turned back three times.

She had no time to understand what he meant, and her heart was disturbed by him first, and she jumped uncontrollably.

As soon as Yan Qing came back to the room, Lin Yuan stepped on the door to knock on the door and looked serious: "Miss Yan, since you came out to work, please trouble your attitude. Today, the producer has given it to Xia Mawei. You should not hurry and put the song on. Practice well, so as not to go wrong in the shed tomorrow?"

She didn't know where Yan Qing went and who she went with. It was always a matter of non-practice.

The "error" is still subtle in President Huo's face. The words she really wanted to say were more straightforward.

Lin Yuan looked at Yan Qing's innocent and innocent little fox, and his attitude was not too slow, but only felt his brain hurt.

"I don’t want my career to be here at Waterloo, but it’s really good for you too. You were born on the talent show and crashed halfway. Those who sing dance songs can’t count, and online singers don’t get on the stage, waiting to enter the shed. , Your true singing will be fully exposed."

"To tell you the truth, I asked. The producer is not friendly to you because he has another good candidate. He is waiting to be eliminated on the ground of your lack of strength. Why don't you worry about it."

Yan Qing patted the bed temperamentally: "Sister Yuan, come and sit."

Lin Yuan was going to be mad at her.

When she sat down with a black face, Yan Qing spread the word spectrum and said with a smile: "I'll fix your heart."

Lin Yuan felt that the canary seemed to be a bit different from what she thought. Before waiting for her to speak, Yan Qing had hummed the first word at will.

The small murmurs in the room seemed to disappear suddenly, washed by the female voice like water.

Lin Yuan froze.

Yan Qing's eyes closed slightly. After the first few low-pitched voices, she sang the first section of the main song easily. She slackened slightly more than the normal rhythm, making Lin Yuan more intuitive.

Lin Yuan stared at her in amazement. She didn’t speak for a while. After a long time she pushed her glasses and kept calm and asked, “Why don’t you continue to sing? The back chorus still has high notes, can’t you go up?”

Yan Qing was not aroused by her, and she blinked playfully: "Sister Yuan, as long as you know, take me with you, you won't be embarrassed, and you won't dare to stand up in front of the producer. "

Lin Yuan's expression changed faintly.

She was also very dissatisfied with the producer today, but because of the incompetence of her artists, she could not bear to speak.

I didn't expect the little canary to see it.

She didn't dare to ask: "What songs did you go in the past... wouldn't you haven't repaired the sound?!"

Yan Qing pushed Lin Yuan's shoulders out, tilting her head and smiling sweetly: "Resue early and tell you the answer tomorrow morning."

He is quite capable of dealing with agents, but Yan Qing practiced repeatedly until late at night.

This "Qingsi" as the ending song of the ancient puppet show is based on the explosion of high national popularity. The lyrics are all high-quality, the tone is sorrowful, as long as you sing well, it is the person and the song that complete each other.

Nowadays, it is not easy for the singers to encounter a good song that is very popular. Many singers want to fight is normal.

Yan Qing sings more and more in harmony, sincerely likes it, does not want to lose.

The next morning, Yan Qing got up early and packed herself up, wearing a simple casual dress, light makeup, long hair tied into a ball of meatballs, and a slap in the face, rushing to the battlefield.

When I arrived at the recording studio, I found that the battle was great.

Several cameras were aimed at the microphone. They called it the MV after leaving the image. In fact, they wanted to record the whole process of her street rush. There is evidence to facilitate the substitution.

A lot of onlookers came from the film party. The producer saw Yan Qing and was stuck with her almost unsophisticated facial features. She quickly turned to the beginning and said proudly: "You sing directly, I think if you can't do it, you will stop. , By the way, don’t take the flower idol of the draft idol, this kind of song needs to use real singing skills."

Yesterday, it was said that Qing Qing is a resource coffee and several of them are still there, biting each other's ears.

"Beauty is really beautiful, but it is a pity that marrying a wealthy man is only a substitute. I don't think Huo cares much about her."

"Marriage certificate does not have to be obtained by any means. Huo always tweeted for her. Most of them cannot see the mess that day."

"She really thought that she could stand in this circle without the idol filter. How hard is "Qing Si" to sing? Seven or eight singers have tried, and they are not successful. Isn't she waiting to be publicly sentenced--"

Yan Qingquan, as if not heard, walked into the room and put on a good headset, beckoning the producer and the sound engineer to finish.

She focused on it, not paying attention to the control room outside the recording studio. A tall figure approached and stopped at the end of the crowd looking at her.

The producer perfunctoryly raised his hand and let the sound engineer start.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but hold both hands, his expression dignified.

The group of cold-talkers also shut their mouths, waiting for Yan Qing to break through, to see if she could add a piece of news to her hot search.

Yan Qing exhaled softly and closed her eyes to sink completely into the emotion of "Green Silk".

"She didn't read the lyrics?"

"Is it all memorized..."

At the next moment, Yan Qing opened her lips, her voice was moist and clear, like a silent flowing water surface, and it was just mixed with a subtle husky, adding a distinctive texture, matching with the style of the tune.

The cellphone that the producer was going to fiddle with had stiffened for a moment and snapped on his lap.

Lin Yuan clenched his fists unconsciously, revealing his eagerness to Yan Qing for a long time.

The people outside the monitoring room could not hear the sound, and the shocked expressions of the producer and the sound engineer realized that it was wrong.

When someone sings two or three sentences, they will stop and record them intermittently. When they arrive at Yan Qing, they see that she has been singing, and no one calls her to stop.

"No, isn't it nice?!"

"Hey, hey, it's time to get the most difficult chorus, with high notes--"

Inside the glass window, the producer stood up directly, staring at Yan Qing with a ghost.

Lin Yuan’s chest slammed. She had taken more than one singer, but she had not been in the recording studio’s most challenging place to sing. She had heard trebles that made the celestial body numb. It was not sharp, and it was always a round water wave. Rubbing the lingering, dumb, inexplicable tears.

It wasn't until Yan Qing sang completely that he asked where to adjust through the microphone. After asking three times, the sound engineer squeezed out: "There should be no..."

Yan Qing nodded indifferently: "Then I will record it again, in case there is any defect."

The producer did not believe in evil, let her sing.

He thought that the first pass was already extreme, but the second pass was more comfortable than before, and the free and easy expression of the lyrics was also vividly expressed.

Yan Qing insisted on recording three times before taking off the headset and going out of the recording studio: "Is it possible to get off work?"

Lin Yuan was quick to open the door of the control room and replayed the recording just now with sound, so that he could hear clearly inside and out. For a time, except for the singing, there was silence.

Faced with Yan Qing, the producer didn't know what to say for a long time, and reached out to shake her hand.

Yan Qing didn't remember her hatred, but because of politeness, she was about to put her hand up, but the crowd was suddenly separated, and a tall and tall figure walked into the control room step by step.

Just after the song was over, the recovered silence was broken by successive voices.

"... President Huo?!"

Yan Qing was startled and turned her head abruptly, staring at the approaching man with surprise.

This is a public place!The audience is full of people in the circle, all know him!

She subconsciously remembered what he said last night, love Qingqing, he has his way...

Huo Yunshen's eyes crossed the producer and cut off Yan Qing's outstretched hand, wrapping it in his palm.

Someone outside was screaming while covering his mouth, refusing to dare to be too loud.

Yan Qing stared back, facing Huo Yunshen's eyes.

There was a smile in his black pupil, and the sound of the magnetic sink was not high or low, which just made the people present understand clearly.

"My wife is finally off work. I'll pick you up and go home."

The author has something to say: We deeply think about the car shock, cheek.