Sweet Nothings

The slide hangs empty, and the cushions are soft and thick, like a round bed that has been suspended.

But compared to getting up, there are more enclosures in all directions, adding unspeakable secrets.

In the place that symbolizes the innocence, do the splendid things.

At the beginning, Yan Qing was still a little worried, thinking whether the slide would collapse, and then she ignored nothing, completely immersed, and finally remained that consciousness still firmly conclusion.

Collapse just collapse...

She will protect deeply, and the big deal will continue to fall.

Yan Qing didn’t sleep for half a night in order to practice songs, and got up before dawn in the morning. After high-intensity work and indulgence, her physical fatigue came up, and she slouched on the cushion, pillowing Huo Yunshen’s arms, and fell asleep. past.

In the dream, Huo Yunshen looked like a boy.

He was tall and thin, his back was straight, he was always wounded, his eyebrows were indifferent, and he was very aggressive. Only when faced with her would he fade away and smile sweetly with the corner of his mouth.

Others regarded him as a dangerous man, as if they were caught, they would be burned, but she knew how good he was.

He filled her with one heart and one eye, paranoid and enthusiastic.

Yan Qing was muddled, unable to tell what she remembered and what she imagined, only knowing that his green and sharp eyebrows seemed to be clear, but when she reached out to touch it, it became a mirror flower and a moon, which shattered at once Off.

Those fragments were made into a barbed net, entwining her chaotic memory.

They came back early. Yan Qing was at most sleeping in the afternoon. When she woke up, it was dark, but it was only time for dinner.

Yan Qing rubbed Huo Yunshen's chest, saw him open her eyes synchronously with her, and smiled expectantly: "Deep, I dreamed of you again. Is the deeper the feelings towards you, the more likely it is to remember. "

Huo Yun has no hope.

Her memory will not be remembered slowly, but there will be a trigger point to retrieve it together.

He gradually stopped asking for extravagance.

Now he is so overwhelmed with happiness that as long as Qing Qing is by his side and willing to love him, nothing else matters.

If it is really a hidden danger that Huo Linchuan intends to leave, the key to retrieving his memory is probably to want his life to retaliate and cause Qing Qing to suffer. Instead of this, he would rather not remember Qing Qing in his life.

For so many years in the past, he just remembered the double.

Huo Yunshen caressed her curly hair and asked hoarsely, "Dream about what I am doing."

Yan Qing tried hard to think back: "I don't know specifically... It's a feeling that you like me very much, but you don't want to say it directly, awkward problem teenager."

Huo Yunshen laughed very low: "Like?"

I can't describe it enough, and love is not enough. I want to rub her into the body, melt it into bone blood, and bind it to death, and bury it together. I will dominate her in my next life.

Without much argument, he helped her up: "Do you want to play the slide?"

Yan Qing has water in his eyes, glaring at him, playing the slide?She was deceived, okay, he was playing with the slide as a prop!

The problem is that the lips of the big devil husband's lips are upturned, the light in the pupil is particularly soft, and a little laziness behind the foot is really attractive. Yan Qing accused himself of dead face control. In front of this kind of man, he only promised him anything .

Play it, she plays the slide, he plays her, it’s okay.

Huo Yunshen dressed Yan Qing, went down the ladder from the back, turned to the front, raised his head and smiled and said, "Come on."

The slide was very wide, and Yan Qing sat with his hands on his back, and saw Huo Yunshen kneeling down on one knee to pick her up.

She loosened her hand and slid straight down towards him.

In the very light wind, Huo Yunshen's face was getting closer and closer, and the time seemed to go backwards at once. She was also rushing to him in the 16-year-old small park.

The moment Yan Yan bumped into him, his eyes fell into a scream, "Yun Shen."

Huo Yunshen raised her face.

As in those days, the girl's long hair fluttered, and red flutter fell into his arms.

He thought about the flames that her body had only pressed down suddenly, and pushed Yan Qing up the back ramp. He couldn't help but press up and kissed the end of her eyes softly: "Wife, I still want to."

Waiting until the flag is over, it is really late at night.

Yan Qing can no longer look directly at the slide. Such a clean and juicy entertainment project for children has been repeatedly defiled by President Huo.

"...Mr. Huo, should you be a little temperate."

Huo Yunshen has reason and evidence: "You called me Yunshen, I can't help it."

Yan Qing knew his cautious eyes and weaknesses too, and deliberately smiled and asked: "Is that equal-in the upper hut, I did it with Shen Shen, and on the ramp below, did it with Yun Shen?"

Huo Yunshen's face changed suddenly, and she was lifted up and walked out, her teeth biting slightly: "Yunshen is something, I will not mention it in the future, you have only one me now."

She didn't know him in the past.

Then it cannot be the same person.

Jealous.

Yan Qing ate supper and enjoyed her husband's hand massage, and closed her eyes again in the middle of the night.

She slept very deeply one night, and felt a pain in the temple. The figure of the teenager seemed to be turned into a sharp blade, but she could not wake up. When she got up at dawn, there was still a little pain left. It was not obvious. Not sure why it hurts.

Yan Qing sat up from the bed, a little dazed.

On the large double bed, the seat next to him was empty. Yan Qing frowned a few times. His eyes were hollow. The bedroom door suddenly moved. The man in a loose robe came in and bent to squeeze her face: "How to sleep Dazed? Go downstairs with her husband to eat."

Yan Qing stared at him for two or three seconds, before the fog suddenly dissipated.

She woke up and quickly took his hand, quickly got out of bed, yanked her slippers to keep up, and said repeatedly, "I want to eat spinach and chicken porridge--"

Huo Yun rubbed her head deeply: "Cooked."

Yan Qing also remembered what Lin Yuan said in the car to "unlock new missions". Sure enough, after dinner, she didn't need to ask her. Lin Yuan first approached her before she realized that Lin Yuan's attitude had changed a lot and she was no longer like her. At the first sight, it was so public and official, but now it was actively and eagerly, and even the title was changed to "Qingbao".

"Sister Yuan, aren't you forced?" she tentatively asked.

Lin Yuan smiled on the phone: "I am not interested in beautiful canaries, but if it is not only beautiful, but also capable enough, it will be different. It can change into a phoenix."

Yan Qing carefully added: "Sister, I will still write lyrics and composition."

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but be lovable by her: “I’m faithful this time, our Qing Bao is very strong, don’t be afraid, I will take you to fly in the future.”

Yan Qing thought, if you want to fly, try to fly higher. You have a small piece of your own airspace, which is worthy of Huo Yunshen, who is in a high position, to prevent him from being criticized for his wife.

Lin Yuan briefly told her about the current trend of public opinion.

Xu Mohan's connotation Weibo stimulated a lot of water splashes. After all, it was a popular song, and the fans were a lot. At this time, with the controversial Yan Qing, the online comment was of course to her.

This wave of Yan Qing is not leveled, and that wave has become a scheming girl who has no ability but also robs people of resources.

Huo Yunshen is going to the group meeting today. I saw her on the phone and waited for her to leave. I heard Lin Yuan’s words vaguely, his eyebrows twisted, and his face turned heavy.

Yan Qing covered her microphone and hooked her finger towards Huo Yun.

He was unconditionally obedient and leaned close to her.

Yan Qing took a close kiss on his cheek and said with a smile: "Mr. Huo should work. I'll solve this little trouble. You don't want to come forward for me. You make me really like a weak little white flower. You believe me. once."

After coaxing away her husband, Yan Qing opened Weibo, and asked Lin Yuan while brushing: "The main question is "Qingsi". Can we contact the filmmaker and first publish a short version of the studio to give everyone peace of mind."

Lin Yuan was speechless for a while, and Yan Qing was really good. What she wanted was not to clarify herself, but to understand the public’s fear that the song and drama would be destroyed by her.

Before the marriage was revealed, netizens still talked about how good Kapok’s song was, but once it fell to the bottom and was black rhythm, it was totally rejected by no reason. These seem to have become her additional “deception”. It is determined that her singing is fake, and her creation is also fake. Nothing is credible.

In that case, let the public re-believe.

Lin Yuan's tone was calm: "Before you mention it, President Huo has already told me, if he speaks, how can the film be hidden, there will be a video version in half an hour over there to give you a name."

Yan Qing's heart throbbed.

He quietly paved the way for her again...

Twenty minutes later, the ancient puppet drama Fang really did it, and released a studio segment of the high-pitched part of the chorus of "Green Silk", without additional corrections, no beauty filters, and truly showed the scene of the day.

This drama was not broadcast first, and the song caused the topic because of her controversy and Xu Mohan's dissatisfaction. The video version came out and became popular immediately.

Yan Qing looked at it again with a trumpet. It was very good. The bloggers of all sizes were reposting and spit fragrantly.

"Is this fucking unrepaired in the recording studio?! Singing is so powerful?!"

"I got pregnant by my ears!"

"Funny, don't talk about the original songs on the Internet, it must have been repaired, not to mention "Pinnacle Girl", it is all the effect of the program, and now even the film side also cooperates with her, using the repair sound as the original sound, it is not saved. !"

But there was also a small set of rebuttals for her, suggesting that according to professional judgment, it appeared to be the original soundtrack.

Most people don't believe it, or with this straightforward tone and level, not only Xu Mohan can't reach it, even any singer in the circle is different from her, it is difficult to compare.

Yan Qing has grasped the situation, the first step is to reverse the image, and it's OK to lay the ground here, but also needs a strong evidence to prove that everything is true.

Lin Yuan's phone has been on: "Xu Mohan clearly knew that he was a back door, and it also meant that you were a resource coffee. She commented in the comments that she was afraid to record live broadcasts like her."

Yan Qing also saw it.

Lin Yuan hummed: "No, she may have been hit by this video. Just announced that she will record a new song live at noon. It is estimated that we want to prove our strength. How are we going?"

I also broadcast live and did better than her, supporting the video of the recording studio.

Hearing Yan Qing’s promise, Lin Yuan was immediately ready to contact the appropriate place, requiring more advanced, quiet and safe equipment...

Yan Qing sat on the sofa, glanced upstairs, and asked, "How is my home?"

Lin Yuan once forgot her head, why she forgot, she brought not a poor newcomer, what is the wealthy wife!

The live broadcast time was set at three o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Yuan went to publicity and preliminary preparations. Yan Qing hung up the phone at home and did not stand up for a moment. Her head was a little dizzy, chaotic, and not as clear-cut as usual.

She rested her forehead with her eyes closed, and it didn't take long for the door to move softly, and the man reached her in a hurry, holding her temples on both sides with both hands.

"Deep..." Yan Qing opened her eyes in surprise, "How come you came back."

Huo Yunshen frowned, "Come to an end, and then go in the afternoon, I want to go home and see you."

"Do you have a headache?" he asked in a deep voice. "It's not serious."

Yan Qing shook his head and patted his hand, the ending was unconsciously soft: "I didn't sleep well and got a little dizzy, it's not that you were too excessive yesterday..."

Huo Yun deeply hugged her head: "It's my fault, try to spread it out in the future, don't concentrate so much."

Yan Qing laughed, and the total number of times he engaged in a day was not small. His husband really wanted to fill in.

She told him that she had to broadcast live at home in the afternoon. Huo Yunshen knew that the propaganda had been done. She endured no objection and put her on her lap and demanded: "You are uncomfortable, no more than five o'clock, otherwise I will push the door on time."

Yan Qing leaned his head gently on his shoulder and said, "Aren't you still busy in the afternoon? When you come back, it will definitely be over."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yuan and his team rushed to Huo Zhai, carefully prepared Yan Qing's hair, and selected some of the skirts she brought. Yan Qing looked at it and pointed upstairs: "Sister Yuan, why don't you Come up with me?"

For the next ten minutes, Lin Yuan was lost in Mrs. Huo's bottomless luxury cloakroom.

She exhaled and grabbed Yan Qing's hand: "You pick it up and wait for the live broadcast to start before changing."

Yan Qing puzzled.

Lin Yuan said: "You must show off the little corner of the daily life of the rich lady!"

At 3:00, the live broadcast began, and a large wave of ex-fans and melons with complicated moods flooded in. Some people came directly to ridicule, but the next second of pictures shocked the whole family.

In the fast-moving comment area on the screen, only neat slurs remained.

"cloakroom?!"

"Bigger than my living room?!"

"Yes, your home is fine, it's three times larger than the whole house in my home!"

Yan Qing wore a seemingly simple home dress, which was not loose and tightly wrapped around the bumpy figure. She had long legs and waist and big breasts. Now her hair is scattered, her makeup is exquisite, and the makeup is delicate. One stop in the cloakroom, almost blind.

Her last public appearance was on the show, and she didn't show up after a while, more eye-catching than before.

Someone couldn't help thinking of the elementary assessment of "Peak Girl", Huo Yunshen uttered the amazing phrase "Princess". It turned out that it wasn't just talking, it was a matter of practice, and the princess was properly treated.

Yan Qing smiled sweetly, and did not pay attention to the reactions of others, and naturally chose clothes.

In fact, she was also shocked, and the little swear words in her heart were connected.

She didn't come in very much!She didn't know that it was so deep and full!According to Lin Yuan, all the luxury brand dresses in the new season are closely hung on a wall, and some limited models that other actresses cannot find are also left out in her closet.

Deeply this prodigal husband!

Yan Qing seemed to calmly choose a beige embroidered bead, Lin Yuan gave her a thumbs up.

She went in for a change and came out with another wave of wonder.

The reason why beauty is a beauty is to make people meet for a moment and forget all prejudice about her.

Yan Qing walked into her exclusive workshop with the live broadcast camera, opened the door, and the comment area exploded again. The professional equipment was neat and timid enough that all they could brush was "empty resources, no virtue."

She sat down in front of the piano with a smile, without using the microphone, directly sing, to avoid all possible doubts, slender fingers pressed the keys, opening like a stream of water.

I sang a piece of "Qingsi" published, the ancient music was re-interpreted on the piano, and the treble came out, more comfortable than in the video.

Lin Yuan shook his fist in excitement, and the number of live broadcast viewers had already broken the expected record and was still climbing.

In the picture, the evening light spilled into the window, Yan Qing closed her eyes and sang, her lips smiled, and she was inexplicably trying to cry.

Because changing clothes was a delay, Yan Qing had already sang her original song by 4:55.

The number of people in the live broadcast exploded.

Huo Yunshen has been waiting downstairs for more than half an hour.

He came back just after four o'clock and looked at his watch every three minutes. It was almost five o'clock. His wife was still working hard.

At four fifty-nine, Huo Yun couldn't bear it and rose upstairs.

The door of the live room was covered up, Yan Qing's singing came, Huo Yun stared deeply at the dial, and once the second hand arrived, he lowered his hand and decisively pushed the door open.

Yan Qing was frightened before thinking of the timeout.

The camera looked at her, and she raised her eyes, staring nervously at the man who did not intend to avoid suspicion at all.

The comment area is crazy.

"I'm coming by someone, who's who! Who wouldn't Huo!"

"Zhuo Huo will take care of such a trivial matter?"

Huo Yunshen ignored the work team in the room, had a clear goal, and walked straight to Yan Qing by the window.

Yan Qing tried to whitewash Taiping before the live broadcast: "How do you come in, are you looking for something--"

Huo Yun's eyes were deep.

"Yes," he said lowly, and came to her, "Come in and find my baby."

Yan Qing's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Live broadcast too!He is not so convergent!

She quickly went to the comment area and exploded into a duet.

"I am deaf by me, baby?! Really baby?!"

"Cats! Look for cats!"

"Yes, it must be a cat!"

Yan Qing never gave up, and tried to change Mr. Huo's original intention for the second time: "... Looking for cats?"

Huo Yun stared deeply at the tip of her colorful ears and couldn't help but chuckled.

He bent his back slowly.

In the live footage, the tight waistline bound by the man's belt appeared first, followed by the chest, straight wide shoulders, and the attractive throat on the neckline of the shirt.

The comment area is completely irrational.

When the picture progressed to reveal thin lips, it stopped.

The man inadvertently stood at this angle, just close to Yan Qing, intimate but not too sloppy, just right.

Then, came the low magnetic sound line with his smile-

"Yes, please give me the Qingqing cat in my house."