Sweet Nothings

Huo Yun fell deep in the abyss, Qing Qing's gentleness was to pull him up the rope, not to mention the affirmation given to him during the amnesia.

These days, he has heard too many words from Qingqing, and even a few minutes ago, he was ready to be treated as a demon again by her.

But Qingqing kissed him and hugged him, saying that her husband was very handsome.

Huo Yunshen's muscles were sore and sour. He held Yan Qing's hand with some tremors and pressed it on his chest and abdomen: "Do you like it? It's good to touch it for you."

As long as Qing Qing does not reject him and is willing to touch him, even if he is called a cow and a horse and an obedient dog, he will immediately bow his head to make her happy.

Yan Qing wanted to touch it again, and it would be embarrassing to be so actively invited by a man.

What's more, she blamed herself, guessing that she had not been in good health in Canada, and it was estimated that she had amnesia before she would use the knife to remind.

Looking at Huo Yunshen's appearance, I don't know how much heart hurt for her.

She wanted to hold her hand a little and pulled it away before moving. When the man's complexion changed, he held her helplessly and asked in a dumb voice: "Enough touch? Or feel bad? I take the clothes off for you. ?"

He took the button seriously and acted anxiously, lest she regret it.

Yan Qing felt his heart and quickly hugged him gently, comforting softly: "Don't panic, I didn't deny you."

She looked out and rubbed a few times on his solid chest, her cheeks filled with blood and said, "It feels good, and the husband I picked up is excellent everywhere."

Huo Yun couldn't help but lifted up the corners of his mouth, and his eyes widened with a smile. When he hugged her too much, he accidentally touched her injured hand.

Yan Qing took a small breath.

He came out with cold sweats, quickly found a medicine chest, squatted down on her leg, and carefully medicined the bloody mouth.

The cotton wool touched and his heart twitched.

After wrapping it up, he lowered his head and kissed it repeatedly.

He can't be crazy.

Qingqing needs to love him more so he has the courage to plunge the knife into his own flesh and blood, just to wake up to see the words for the first time and let him know that he has not been abandoned.

She is his dead spot for no cure.

She is also his indestructible barrier.

Qingqing is saving him. He will never let Huo Linchuan succeed for the second time. He must be sober and guard her.

When Huo Yunshen was cold, the girl's hand stretched out and touched him, stroking him pale: "Husband, how long have you not been sleeping well."

He smiled: "My husband doesn't remember."

"When was the last meal?"

"...No impression."

Yan Qing poked him sadly: "Will I accompany you?"

Huo Yunshen looked up at her, and the morning sun shattered gold on her slender silhouette, shining lightly, and was the little fairy holding him out of the bitter sea.

His throat choked: "Okay."

Yan Qing seemed to realize that she would still forget, and did not chase Huo Yun deeply and asked too much, but she told her life in Canada in a sweet tone. Her memory at the moment stopped before receiving An Lan for help, preparing to return to the country, looking in surprise With so many pictures on the Internet, she was constantly amazed.

Huo Yunshen sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, put her on her lap, and gazed quietly at her vivid face: "Is my wife beautiful?"

"Good-looking," Yan Qing's eyes bent into the moon. "It's especially suitable for you."

Huo Yun deeply squeezed her face: "I have a vision."

When the sun went down, Yan Qing rubbed her eyes and put down her phone, resting on his shoulders. This time she slept shortly. When she woke up, she immediately jumped up excitedly, eagerly checking her palms, and the cut was wrapped. .

Only then did she realize that she was being held, and she slowly turned her head and bumped into Huo Yun's dark eyes.

In the bloody sunset by the window chair, Yan Qing, who was back to reality, soaked her eyes and cried around his neck, sobbing and saying, "Deep, I'm sorry, I forgot you many times, did you hurt today?" you?"

Huo Yunshen squeezed her head firmly and kissed her so that she wouldn't shed tears and whispered, "The baby saved me today."

He lowered his eyelashes and pressed his forehead into her warm fragrant neck, and pressed her body into her body: "I love you."

Yan Qing exhilarated his eyes, "It seems that cutting is really useful!"

"You dare to try again," he gritted his teeth in distress, and was rarely fierce to her. "If you break a piece, I will double it on myself."

The girl pursed her lips.

Huo Yunshen kissed the tip of her nose: "Don't worry, the memory is back before returning to your country. You didn't know me at that time and would not resist me so much."

Yan Qing asked anxiously: "What will happen next."

"It will stop at the moment when the memory has been tampered with. You are nineteen years old, don't know Haicheng, have never heard of Huo Yunshen, a little girl who has lived in Canada from the age of six, has just recovered from a serious illness."

Yan Qing didn't have time to investigate the deeper reason, and pulled him in fear and asked, "Can it be restored?"

This is the only thing she cares about.

She must not forget that every memory of Huo Yunshen, whether it is Yun Qing or Yan Qing, she wants.

"Yes," Huo Yunshen firmly said, "Don't panic, don't think about anything, don't do it, leave it to me."

Even if Yan Qing promised not to think about it, her nerves and consciousness could not be controlled by her. From the moment she knew she frequently lost her memory, her ability to withstand as thin as a cicada has been greatly affected.

No matter how insisted Yan Qing insisted, he still quickly defeated under heavy pressure.

She has less and less time to return to the real memory, and has experienced several large retrogressions. In the morning after a week, she finally stopped at the original origin and woke up after being tampered with.

Yan Qing's wing-like long eyelashes opened, her eyes soft and helpless, revealing the fragility that had just experienced major injuries, and carefully asked the man who guarded her before the bed: "Who are you? Why am I not in the hospital?"

Huo Yunshen's gently trembling fingers touched her face and asked, "Who are you? What's your name?"

Yan Qing frowned delicately, thought for a moment, and answered: "... Qing Qing."

Huo Yun shivered with deep heart.

"I didn't hear it clearly."

Self-protection and a little aggression remain in Yan Qing's subconscious, but in the face of Huo Yunshen's eyes, she can only feel the warm feelings.

She gave birth to some kind of attachment to him inexplicably, so she put away her small paws and shrunk in the quilt, telling him sirly: "I was ill and now I don't know very clearly, but it seems... someone loves to call me Qingqing, Qing Qing, my Qing, my name should have this word."

Huo Yun couldn't bear it, leaned over to pick her up, and hugged her lifelessly.

No wonder...

No wonder Huo Linchuan tampered with her memories, but still took a similar name.

It was his "Qing Qing" that was slammed in her consciousness. Even if she forgot too much, she still insisted on the word and decided that there was Qing in her name.

Huo Yunshen squeezed his mind and settled Yan Qing, letting Dr. He, who was always on hand, come over.

He took her back to Huozhai Villa a few days ago to facilitate medical access.

Now that Qingqing is waking up again, she remembers that she has been seriously ill and she will not be too resistant to people like doctors.

Dr. He counted the time in fear, and his wife retreated to the origin much faster than he expected. It was thought that there was plenty of room, and it was becoming urgent.

He sighed.

The wife's condition really cannot be guessed with common sense.

The recovery is because of feelings, and the acceleration of regression is also because of feelings. If she does not care too much about President Huo, then she will realize that she has amnesia early, and she can still have a little more time.

After inspecting Yan Qing, Dr. He frowned, and exited the room. He solemnly concluded: "Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo's retreat is irrevocable. Now is the starting point of her memory. Next, she will jump back here repeatedly."

"It's good news," he said, rejoicing in bitterness, intentionally speaking very relaxedly, "wife at this stage will be like a new born animal, trusting the person he saw first, he will accept you, wait for more to clear After this time, her mind may still have a little adaptation to automatically supplement the plot about you."

Seriously.

That is, every day after the wife, no matter what happens with Huo Yunshen who is "first acquainted", when you fall asleep and then open your eyes, you will basically return to this blank starting point.

Fortunately, with today's reaction, she will be close to him.

Huo Yun turned his head deeply and looked into the bedroom through the half-covered door. Yan Qing's small face was tense and tense, and the black and watery eyes were sensitively looking in his direction, his lips were wet and red, bit timid and vigilant, and soft.

Facing his eyes, she showed a trace of stability, daring to look at him if she wanted to.

Huo Yun's chest burned sorely and smiled at her.

Yan Qing grabbed the edge and aimed at the man outside.

He was tall, with a good figure, trousers wrapped around his legs, straight and slender, wearing a black knitted sweater, with a pale complexion, and the facial features were too superior, but he wore a pair of gold flat mirrors, covering some sharp eyes Light, it looks extra gentle.

It makes people think...close.

Huo Yun looked at her deeply for a while, and then, after her ears receded reddish in the quilt, he lowered his eyes and said to Dr. He: "Now you tell me, if you go down, what will happen."

As soon as Dr. He was in, President Huo knew that he didn't tell the truth last time.

"...The existing similar cases may be crazy, silly, long-term coma, the most serious one... and chose to commit suicide when he finally collapsed."

Huo Yunshen numbed with both hands: "How much time Qing Qing still has."

"About a month," Dr. He didn't stop, and immediately continued, "Mr. Huo, you asked me about the design of a fake death, and I have carefully considered it. I must emphasize with you--"

"First, we are not sure if the key is to kill you."

"Second, how to die, is it just that she hears the message, or she must... die in front of her and let her see with her own eyes."

"Finally... you might think that it is okay to give it a try anyway, but the reality is-if the guess is true, then we have only one chance."

"Under this highly targeted deep hypnosis, there is only one key to awakening. Once we choose the wrong'death method', the lock in the wife's subconscious mind, after receiving the message that you have died once , But failed to untie it, it is likely to be closed forever."

Dr. He said: "So President Huo, we can't do it hastily, you give me a little more time, I promise to find that person."

Huo Yun stared at him deeply: "My patience is limited. If I can't find it, I will do it. If it fails, she is crazy, she is stupid, I take care, she is unconscious, I wait, she dares to die, I accompany her. "

After talking, Huo Yunshen turned back into the bedroom and lifted the little girl who was at a loss from the bed.

"You, who are you?"

Huo Yun looked at her with a smile: "Who Qingqing wants me to be."

Yan Qing's brain is a little dull, and after a 19-year-old injury, it is much sweeter and softer than usual. Her dark eyes carefully look at him, and her red lips pitifully puckered.

She quietly hoped to be her boyfriend...

The problem is that she can't be too cheeky!

Huo Yun stared deeply at her lover's surly and obedient appearance, kissed her heavily on her cheek, and whispered, "Little cute, I am your husband, the kind of married."

Forget, forget.

It doesn't matter if the shelf life of the memory is only one day.

His Qingqing suffered a lot, every minute and every second, he would give her sweet.

When she was really nineteen, he was a desperate and profitable man with a slim future and a notorious poor boy who lost her.

She is now nineteen years old, and he wants to bring all the things that can make her laugh before her.

When Qingqing came to treat him well, he refused with a cold face and bullied her.

Now he came back and gave her the first love she was cherished from the beginning.

As an agent, Lin Yuan had been in a hurry to collapse. He vaguely knew that Qing Bao was ill and suspended all activities, but he did not have the courage to ask how he had taken her away that day.

The invitations in her hand are piled up like a mountain, and the program team "Songs of the Night" is also worried about her gray hair, waiting for Qing Bao to recover and start working again.

The first issue was successfully launched a few days ago, and the word of mouth exploded. Whether it was the creation of the life in the first episode or the competition in the next episode, Qing Bao earned a lot of attention. Without her, the program would be abandoned.

The recording of the second issue was delayed for a long time and was imminent.

Lin Yuan dared to contact Huo Shi again, daring not to find President Huo, but Min Jing: "Yingqing she—"

Min Jing said: "My wife is much better. President Huo agrees to remake, but the location and theme will change."

Last time around Haicheng, the theme was biased towards a modern city, and the environment was complicated. Huo chose the warmer southern part of the country, which had landscapes and flowers and willows to show his baby.

On the other side, Huo Yunshen led Xiao Jiao's wife to the swing in the courtyard of the villa, slowly pushing her to ask: "Qing Qing would like to go out to play."

Yan Qing received too much information and was working hard to digest: "I am a singer, quite popular. I want to record programs and write songs, but I don't know anyone. I went to ask for stuffing."

Huo Yun held the swing deeply, put his hands on the armrests on both sides, and leaned close to her: "You know me."

Yan Qing's long eyelashes flickered, a hint of powder flashed on the tip of her white nose, and her slender fingers dragged him by the corner of his clothes: "Are you with me?"

She is very good, really like a small animal, soft and easy to squeeze, innocent and hooked, and his eyes are clear and bright.

Huo Yunshen's heart melted, and his throat rolled: "Where do you go, where do I go?"

The program team of "Ye Ye Sheng Ge" not only waited for the remake, but also had a lot of funds and proper arrangements of Huo's. He had a bloody passion and paved the scene in the shortest time.

At the request of Mr. Huo, the main father of the gold, He Canjin still came as a flying guest. In addition, Ouyang, whose popularity has soared after the debut of the female group, also came to the scene.

Huo Yunshen guarded Yan Qing's arrival at the shooting location. Xu Mohan and Ouyang who arrived earlier were anxious. When they saw the long-standing Qing Bao, they threw tears into their eyes.

Yan Qing subconsciously grabbed Huo Yunshen's sleeve, as if finding a lean, settled down, and said to the two silly women with a sweet smile, "How are you."

Xu Mohan and Ouyang whined madly.

Huo Yunshen does not want to scare Qing Qing, and has always maintained a sense of proportion, and has not acted rashly on her.

But not far away, the appearance of He Dijin made him frown.

Yan Qing was extremely sensitive, looking up at his expression, thinking he was unhappy and tried hard to coax.

Huo Yunshen no longer restrained, hugged her into her arms, touched her hair, and glanced coldly at He Meijin.

Yan Qing asked softly, "What's wrong with you."

Huo Yun looked down at her deeply. The little girl had no one else in her eyes. She was particularly biased towards him.

Suddenly, his powers converged, and he complained to her lowly: "Qing Qing, that man has bullied me, said bad things about me, and wanted to snatch you away. Look at it-he came to bully me again."

Yan Qing was angry and decisively blocked in front of Huo Yunshen, glaring hostilely at He Huijin, and successfully blocked him a bunch of words.

Huo Yun was content to see the blood boiling, and kissed Qing Bai's soft tip.

Wife is so nice.

Yan Qing shuddered and rubbed her face flushed, her fingertips also cherry-colored.

She stumbled, her cheeks bulged, and the little white buns were like: "You, don't mess with you..."

Huo Yun was obsessed with looking at her and smiled dumbly: "Okay."

On the third day, Qing Qing's memory was reset to zero for the third time. When he woke up early in the morning, he was still her husband, and she saw him the first time.

He tirelessly told her about this new world, let her see the marriage certificate.

But he understands that for Qing Qing, it is just marriage, not love.

The show was officially opened in the afternoon. The last guest group except Ruan Jia, who was eliminated, all joined together, plus the flying guests, the scene was very lively.

Xu Mohan and Ouyang were in perfect harmony, sandwiching Yan Qing between them, so as not to make her embarrassed.

Yan Qing also quickly integrated into the atmosphere, because Du Meng also added a lot of attention.

She did not panic at all, because Huo Yunshen was standing behind the shot, with a slight smile on her lips, staring at her intently, no matter when she looked at it, she could accurately dock with him.

Xu Mohan raised his forehead: "Mama, I can't stand it. President Huo is too gentle."

"Not really," Ouyang squinted. "Look at the few female guests over there. My eyes are about to fall on Mr. Huo. That's what scared Ruan Jia's affairs, otherwise I would have been tempted."

"Huo always has a dream in their spring and autumn dreams." Xu Mohan sneered.

"The man who pretends to be my Qingbao does not look in the mirror." Ouyang rolled his eyes.

Yan Qing looked at Huo Yunshen again and turned his head.

Beckoning butterflies.

She was not unhappy, anyway, he was not familiar with him, just the plastic husband on paper.

After Yan Qing dumbly recorded a passage, a certain line of sight always followed her, silently craving her response, taking advantage of a break, she walked over and asked him: "Don't stand here all the time."

Huo Yun deeply stared at Qing Qing's awkward face and couldn't help but poke. The feel of cotton candy made him love it.

He bent down and asked, "Don't want to see me?"

Yan Qing couldn't hide her words and hummed: "Other people want to see you more than I do."

Huo Yun's trembling heart was filled with hot honey, and she was hugged directly, and all the female singers who secretly looked at were stimulated.

He raised his eyebrows: "But I can only see you."

Yan Qing ran away in a panic and continued to record.

The shooting location is beautiful, and there is a horse farm with a large area in the range of collecting daily necessities. The horses are of good quality. Just part of the scene is inside. The owner of the horse farm enthusiastically invites the guests to ride horses. Stroked the butt of a brown horse, super smooth.

She eagerly tried it, but she chose to give up.

It's too difficult.

She had a bad memory and was a bit dull. In case she fell, wouldn't she be completely stupid?

In the evening, the process of collecting ingredients was almost over. The group of Yan Qing and Xu Mohan walked back along the river.

The riverside trees are lush and the water quality is clear.

Xu Mohan suddenly surprised and said: "Hey, Qingbao, look, fireflies!"

In the dark but not dark sky, there was a warm glow of Huang Yingying in the air, which was slowly plopping.

Yan Qing had never seen it, and happily followed two steps, touching on foot, the fireflies were very fine, and quickly pulled out of the distance, not to watch her close.

She sighed with a smile: "So stingy—"

Xu Mohan comforted her: "My family is so beautiful, the fireflies are embarrassed."

Yan Qing stepped back three times, and waited for the fireflies to disappear, before going back to the indoor shooting with Xu Mohan.

Just starting from inside, Huo Yunshen, who was with her all day long, disappeared. She was a little lost, her head droopingly.

At the same time by the small river, Min Jing took off his suit and led a group of special assistants and secretaries of the Huo family with his shirt sleeves. They were working diligently to catch bugs in the trees by the small river.

Mom, there are so few fireflies!

Min Jing was exhausted, but when he looked up, Mr. Huo had harvested a lot of himself. The transparent and airy delicate glass bottles, one bottle each, were connected in a string in his hand, sparkling.

It's strange, how did Shenzhen Brother do what, what are they doing?!

Min Jing's fighting spirit was ignited, leading people to work hard, not wanting to fall too far.

Huo Yun took the victory and arranged it on the tree with his own hands. He looked at the time with his watch, walked to the end of the bush, untied the horse rope, and looked back coldly: "Let's go."

His tone is ice, but his brows are warm.

Min Jing walked a few steps and couldn't hold back to look at him. Shen Brother stood by the tree, tall and thin, and cold and dignified.

He had nothing to ask for, accompanied by the pain that Shen Brother had eaten, there were too many thorns, and he only hoped that Shen Brother would be happy.

Yan Qing received Huo Yunshen's message as soon as the recording ended: "Qing Qing, are you sleepy?"

Her heart beat, and her somewhat tired mind suddenly sobered, and the hovering loss was also dispersed, and she was happy to return to him: "Not sleepy."

"Really good, come out and find me."

Yan Qing went out and looked around, Huo Yunshen immediately called: "I am by the river, don't be afraid, don't worry, come slowly."

She couldn't slow down, her steps were getting faster and faster, and she ran to the river in one breath. The moon above her head hung high, the soft wind was like a gauze, and there were countless warm light flashes in the scattered small trees.

The sound of tapping came.

Yan Qing froze, staring blankly at the front.

The voice rang gradually, and a faint figure approached her in the warm light.

It is an elegant horseshoe, stepping on fallen leaves.

Yan Qing's heartbeat swiftly accelerated, and she took a step forward involuntarily. In the shadow of the trees, the brown horse slowly stepped out of the bushes. The man who controlled it was in a straight posture, and his short hair was slightly blown by the night wind, slightly covering his darkness. Eyes.

The night is no longer fascinating, not as good as one in ten million.

Yan Qing held her breath.

Huo Yunshen controls the horse to her side, her thin lips curled up, her spineless hand stretched out, he bends his spine, picks up the little girl who is boneless, and puts it on his horseback.

"Want to ride a horse?"

Yan Qing nodded somehow sour nose.

She thought, she didn't dare to find him.

Huo Yunshen embraced her waist with one hand and turned the direction with a hand rope to take her into the path paved by the warm yellow fluorescent light.

On the high and low trees on both sides, he was hanging glass bottles one by one.

Huo Yunshen bowed her head and kissed her hair: "Fireflies are all here. How long Qingqing wants to see, how long to watch, wait for enough to see, let's put it together."

He stopped under the tree, picked one, put it in her cool hand, then folded his hands and wrapped her.

Yan Qing's eyes were moist, and she must have looked at the light, and sobbed, "What are you doing, I may not remember tomorrow, tomorrow..."

Huo Yun held her tightly and smiled lowly: "It doesn't matter, this is my request tonight."

"……any request."

His voice was magnetic sinking.

"I want to pursue Qing Qing and let Qing Qing fall in love with me."

"As a wife, love me again."

She can't remember tomorrow, then continue to chase tomorrow.

His first love changed her countless times.

He loves her, loves all kinds of looks, and loves her the only constant soul under every different memory.