Sweet Nothings

Huo Yunshen's hands never moved properly, his tone and eyes were open and deep, and he didn't leak much, but his body was hard and hot, and it seemed that the two words he said casually could roast Yan Qing.

If the injury is so serious that the leg can't go, just remember that thing!

He was not the first to remember when he woke up, since the injury was obviously better, and his mental state recovered, he didn’t hug her thoughts, but he didn’t make too much demands to worry her. Hugging her not moving, her eyes closed.

Seeing that I want to go home today, I still can't hold back any more.

Yan Qing's ears were bloody, and he put his hand in his pocket and pressed him lightly, then whispered, "Be honest."

Huo Yunshen didn't take a cane and was slightly numbed by her spine. He smiled dumbly and let himself fall down on her: "I'm right, my wife still abused me and pressed too hard. I'm a patient."

Yan Qing embraced him with open arms, blushing around his waist and smoothing it.

"You also know that you are a patient..."

"Yes," he took for granted. "So I need to appease and want to be closer to you."

Close to the negative distance, possessing and claiming.

Yan Qing was lying on his chest, listening to his thumping heartbeat.

She can understand.

When the emotional accumulation is too heavy and too strong, I want the intimacy of the body to vent and talk, especially for Huo Yunshen, he is always uneasy, even though her memory has been restored for many days, but he has suffered too much, still He will suffer and suffer. In the days of hospitalization, he often squeezed her and refused to let go. Even if she just went out of the ward and returned a few minutes, he had panic in his eyes.

No matter how good it was, she could still feel it.

Huo Yunshen's world is so small that it becomes her shape.

Except for her, he has nothing, even he himself is almost non-existent, and all the emotions and sorrows are under her control.

Yan Qing's heart was soft and painful. He never loved himself, but she loved it.

She couldn't wait to give him the best and gentlest things, and healed his wounds a little bit, and healed him.

Min Jing said tentatively outside the door: "Shen Brother, you can go."

Yan Qing glanced down and glanced down. Mr. Huo had settled down in a place where Yaowu Yangwei was very well. She kissed his chin with a reward, cleared his throat, and shook his hand: "Deep, let’s go back first. Home, I miss home."

Thinking of that... she hadn't felt it with her complete memory, and was home to two of him.

It was dark when I left the hospital, and there was a lot of traffic along the way, and the night was vividly illuminated by the lights.

This is the first time Yan Qing has gotten out of the ward to the street after getting better, and revisiting Haicheng, which was split and reunited in her memory.

She and Huo Yunshen grew up in Haicheng. All the young loves were burning here. Later, she also met him in Haicheng with a new identity and married him.

The hospital is in Jiangnan, and back to Huozhai Villa will go to Jiangbei, passing the bridge across the river.

The wind rose at night, and the windows were screaming, like the late night of the reunion.

The car just steadily reached the bridge head, Yan Qing's heartbeat was intensifying. When Huo Yunshen once stood in the middle of the bridge, and almost jumped down the railing, Yan Qing's nails unconsciously pinched into the palm of his hand, and the heart shrank.

Can't think about it.

When she recalled the scene at that time, she was terrified.

The man is desperate to be buried in this ice-cold river. If she slows down half a step, his life will stop in the tragic desire to find her with death, wandering endlessly, never found The road leading to her.

And she knew nothing about this life, and she didn't know who she was in her life, and she was loved by someone who was so crazy.

He turned into a ray of soul, and still stubbornly asked her to wait for her.

It may take a long time to reach her, but she can't even hug her. She can't perceive him, stay with other people, or laugh or quarrel, it has nothing to do with him.

Huo Yun is deeply paranoid and ruthless, holding her in her hands.

When she discovered that she had forgotten him, he would not be reluctant to drag her to hell. I am afraid he would only follow him silently, lest his temperatureless hands would ice her.

Yan Qing turned her head and stared out of the car window, daring not to turn her back so Huo Yunshen found out she was crying.

She cried a lot recently.

A fiery palm suddenly touched her back neck, turning her semi-forcedly, lifting her face, and wiped the water marks off the corners of her eyes.

Yan Qing's vision is blurred, and the men's facial features are dreamlike.

She couldn't help but hug him: "Deep..."

Huo Yun kissed her deeply: "Don't cry, I'm alive, you came back to save me."

"If I was one step late..."

"You are late, then I will become a ghost haunting you," he bit her a bit fiercely, "every night into your dreams, tied you to the bed."

Yan Qing cried a little.

Well blame her because she thought too sadly.

Her family is really going to be a ghost, no time limit, and she will accompany her.

As the car approached the villa, Yan Qing saw a patch of light flashing from the window. Huo Yunshen explained that the driver would not park in the garage and parked directly at the main entrance of the courtyard.

Yan Qing got out of the car and looked up. Just like the night when she received her marriage certificate, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with flashing lights of warm colors. This time it was too much. The lights were spelled out in a round shape.

"Wife, welcome home."

So stupid, poked her heart into a sieve.

The last time he said, she knew to hide awkwardly.

Now I just want to jump on the spot and rush upstairs to enjoy my house.

"When did you prepare..."

"The moment I know I can still bring you back by hand."

The first thing after Yan Qing arrives at home, take care of her husband with inconvenient legs and sit down, and then rub his hands: "Wait for me for three minutes!"

She turned over the box and found out the pre-marriage agreement that she had signed, solemnly placed it in front of Huo Yun's eyes, and tore him in half in front of his face.

"This must be destroyed, not count."

Huo Yunshen's eyes locked her: "Then I want a calculation."

Yan Qing's slippers fell to the ground, his thin white legs half kneeled on the sofa, pressed the shredded paper and moved to his leg, softly holding his face.

"What counts for one, gives you more than one."

She kissed his eyebrows first, the man's eyelashes were shaking.

"Qing Qing is your wife for life, there is no end."

Then he kissed him and his breath worsened.

"Love you ten thousand times a day."

"Too few." He retorted.

Yan Qing smiled, and did not think he was naive, pinching his cheek: "I will consider increasing as appropriate."

She kissed his nose again: "I want to be Mr. Huo's best cat."

The temperature on the man's lips is getting hot and roasting her.

She aimed at the kiss and vaguely said, "Stick you, need you, miss you..."

Huo Yunshen could not bear to lift her up on her intact left leg, pressed it over to deepen the kiss, and tossed and squeezed as much as she could when she was soft in her arms, including her earlobe and asking, "Is the performance qualified? Can Qing Qing Cat today? As appropriate...Love me ten thousand and one times, give me a little more reward?"

Under the offensive of Mr. Huo, Yan Qing never fought back. He knew his desires in his heart, but his wounds had not recovered well enough to indulge casually.

She has other ways to express.

As the body improved, the explosions gradually subsided, and the work of Lin Yuan, the agent, was back on track.

The day before discharge, Lin Yuan reminded her that the major awards in the middle of the year are about to start. Everyone else is staring at her. She should not miss it. She should sort out her personal album as soon as possible and release it as soon as possible to grab the final train of the award.

She has been preparing for the original song of the album. She has already decided on nine songs, and everything else has been completed. Only the last title is left. At the same time, the song of the same name of the album is still a semi-finished product.

The reason... is that she didn't find the missing soul before.

Yan Qing takes care of her husband who is weak in the rare disease at home, meets his endless number of prostitutes and wants to be comforted. When he is busy with work, he secretly writes songs in the potential studio.

Before the recording of the episode where "Ye Ye Sheng Ge" was interrupted by the explosion, Yan Qing polished every note of the song. She picked up her pen and wrote the song title and album name on the paper.

"Deep Reading".

Thinking for a while, breathing for a while, breathing for more than ten years, I love deeply.

The door of the studio was pushed open quietly.

Yan Qing felt Huo Yun's deep breath approaching and folded the paper quickly not to show him.

Huo Yun deep lips smiled: "The study is broken? There are secrets."

"Yes, I can't let you know for the time being," she said, her eyes slightly picky and soft and charming, "Mr. Huo is obedient, if you agree, I will give you sugar."

He walked very slowly, stepping closer to her, stepping on her chin with distinct fingers: "What sugar can change my obedient, is it sweet enough?"

Yan Qing looked up at him.

The man had just finished his work. The collar of the shirt was buckled to the top, and the throat was up and down. The bridge of the nose was high and straight. The superior eyebrows were blocked by a pair of gold flat mirrors.

Leng Yu concealed a lot, lining out the calm abstinence, God knows how much patience is buried inside.

It's been almost a week since she was discharged from the hospital. She was very euphemistic yesterday and asked the doctor side by side. Her husband can do less strenuous exercise, just moderately.

Yan Qing couldn't bear it anymore, pulling Huo Yunshen's shirt with white fingertips and dragging him down, seemingly swiping his lips across his rolling throat.

His back was stretched.

She didn't move away, and attacked his neck and auricles, feeling satisfied with his hot breath and the sudden tightening of her waist.

There is nothing more exciting than tearing up her husband's disguise.

Yan Qing thought she was feeding sugar, and she could come a little bit slowly.

Huo Yunshen was obviously dissatisfied with the speed, picked her up and sat in her position.

The chair is wide enough.

He carried the flirty girl, let her knees separate, and fell on both sides of his leg. The body did not fit immediately, a short distance away.

Body temperature is melting with each other, boiling the air.

Yan Qingxue's skin was red, and the shoulder strap of the home sling slipped off.

Her knees were a bit unsustainable, and she sat down slowly.

Huo Yunshen grabbed her hand and placed it on the metal buckle around her waist. The voice was dull: "Qing Qing, the sugar you gave me, I want to eat like this."

Yan Qing thought she was really naive.

Not too vigorous exercise?

That is probably the biggest question to Mr Huo himself.

Every hidden corner of her body, three years ago and three years later, also penetrated into the joy of the bone marrow and merged into one, completely burning her calm restraint.

The next day Yan Qing was about to set off to record the show. "Ye Ye Sheng Ge" has been postponed for a week. There can be no further delay. The second half of the competition in the resort will be filmed.

Huo Yunshen is not convenient to walk. Most of the time he needs crutches or support. Yan Qing doesn't care about his body and wants him to stay at home. The recording studio of the competition is in Haicheng. It takes only an hour's drive from home to return.

Mr. Huo nodded with a straight face: "Okay, wait for you."

As soon as Yan Qing left his front foot, he got on the back foot and followed her to record the scene.

Wife won't let it go, then steal it.

He promised to wait for her, but did not say where to wait.

Anyway, nothing can stop President Huo's determination to follow his wife.

Min Jing chattered in the car for a long time, insisting on reporting the current funny situation with a serious face: "Shen brother, basically this is the case, I have been persevering online for a long time, thinking that Huo's going bankrupt, you have to leave the board of directors, but also It is rumored that you have disfigured your physical disability and waited for your wife to divorce you."

After these terrible words are finished, the rear row followed by the most high-end air conditioner can freeze people to death.

Min Tezhu helped cover his head: "Brother and I are a reader without emotion! It's not what I said!"

Huo Yun said in a deep voice: "The clarifying clarification, I will do the rest."

Qing Qing resumed work for the first time today.

Mrs. Huo, who is going to be a star and holding the moon, is not a little pitiful who has lost her refuge, is helpless and helpless, and is ridiculed for good drama.

Before Yan Qing arrived at the recording site, Lin Yuan gave her enough psychological construction, worrying that some people with short eyes may talk nonsense, and asked her about the rumors on the Internet, asking her not to mind.

However, the car hadn't waited for a stop, and all the senior executives and people in charge of the program came out to meet them, and there were five or six people specially assigned to Yan Qing's assistant stylist.

Lin Yuan was shocked, and her phone happened to shake, and she looked down.

Huo's official Bo announced three minutes ago that after he officially entered the US market, he reached an important cooperation with the industry's top leader Soya, and a series of blinding huge investments. Piles and pieces show an unshakable position.

In the accompanying short video, Huo Yunshen signed a contract with Soya's incumbent.

The man bowed his head slightly, and the handsome coldness couldn't be looked at.

After this, the official blog issued a cute cat and cat emoticon, plus a very straightforward sentence: "General Huo said that he made money and bought diamonds for his wife."

Netizens who eat melons passionately guessed for a long time were blown up dizzy.

What about bankruptcy and divorce?!

The black and red female stars who like to hear about it have lost their backing. Once they were rolled by the back wave and reduced to the eighteenth line?!

"No, wait! This video was before the explosion-who knows if Huo took it out and decorated it, maybe President Huo is now obsolete!"

"Mom thought that such a handsome face would ruin and cry to death!"

"I'm afraid it's more than just a face. I heard that my hands and feet are... Gee, I'm afraid there is really only money left. How can Yan Qing do Mrs. Huo?"

Huo Yun glanced lightly, threw the phone aside, and entered the recording scene from a hidden channel.

Today's competition order is decided by lot, Yan Qing is the first to sing.

She wore a long skirt selected by Huo Yun, the tea green like smoke, just right down to Zhu Cui, long hair playfully coiled up, revealing a beautiful white porcelain neck and shoulders.

When Yan Qing took the skirt and stepped onto the stage, Huo Yun walked to the exit where the competition ended.

The exit was behind the stage, she could not see him, but he could see her clearly.

The full field beam converges and only illuminates one person.

Yan Qing is in the light.

He is in the dark.

Intently, staring at her indulgently.

After Yan Qing sang, the jury audience was boiling to a deafening ear. In the appeasement of the director, she bowed with a smile and turned to walk out.

The sight collided in chaotic applause and light and shadow.

Yan Qing was stunned, staring blankly at the tall figure standing in the dark, no other sounds or images existed.

She stepped involuntarily and ran towards him. The director listened to the extremely excited roar in the headphones and hurriedly moved the lens and light beam together.

Yan Qing walked through the long corridor and hurried to Huo Yunshen.

In his eyes, gold was reflected in the light, and he whispered, "My wife, I didn't take a cane and I won't embarrass you."

Yan Qing looked at his slightly curled lips, angry and distressed, poked his chest indignantly: "Isn't it better to rest at home?"

"It was so planned, but as soon as you left, I realized that I couldn't stand the long distance relationship."

"Long-distance love? Obviously all in Haicheng, within an hour..."

After another, screams screamed through the recording hall.

Huo Yun touched her hair deeply, lowered her head close to her, and said with a smile: "No way, not by your side, even if it's close, I feel too far away."