Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing had no resistance to Mr. Huo, so he was hugged in this way, listening to him bluntly telling her desires. She seemed to be floating in the clouds, her body was hot and soft, just want him to do whatever he wanted.

Whether it's physical or emotional, she agreed to all he wanted.

He always holds her like a treasure, why she is not.

From the bathroom to the sofa, and the small bed outside the bedroom where he had slept for her door, and finally returned to the big bed still smelling of her perfume.

For the first time she had with him here, she hugged each other for countless nights. Until today, she lay down in the same position as Yun Qing, wrapped her arms around him with sweaty arms, and sinked in The ultimate joy he gave.

In the middle of the night, Yan Qing couldn't hold it back, and he was powerless to push him: "If you overdo it, I will..."

His voice was dumb: "Just like that."

Yan Qing blinked her bright eyes, hooked his neck, and lengthened the soft tone: "Just-cry."

Huo Yun smirked deeply, Khan rolled down his forehead, he kissed her: "Qing Qing knows what I'm afraid of the most."

Fear of her crying, fear of her pain.

Fear of any grievances and sadness.

Huo Yunshen slowed down and stopped, listening to her words, hugged her around her body, and patted: "If you fall asleep within five minutes, let you go today."

He is not in a hurry for this night.

He has a lifetime with her.

Yan Qing was so sleepy that when she heard this, she immediately went to sleep, and it didn’t take five minutes, only a few tens of seconds passed. She lay on Huo Yun’s deep chest and slept peacefully, breathing softly, and his red lips biting slightly. Then, occasionally leaked a little whispered dream.

She spoke ambiguously, Huo Yun could not distinguish clearly, but still listened carefully.

When Yan Qing fell into a deep sleep, Huo Yunshen worried that she was uncomfortable and was about to put her on the pillow, but she rubbed and yelled, "...Brother Yun Shen."

Huo Yun stunned: "Qing Qing, what do you call me."

Yan Qing opened her eyes and said, "Yun Shen... Brother, you forgot cotton candy..."

The first half of the sentence was quite complete, and the second half of the sentence became ambiguous. After the narrative, her eyelashes, which she raised hard, fell again, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

Huo Yun deeply shocked.

No matter before or after the reunion, Qing Qing never called him that way. Even if he asked when he was passionate, Qing Qing blushed and refused. How could he say it naturally in his dream.

There are also cotton candy hidden behind, and why are they put together with this title...

Huo Yunshen refrained from waking up Yan Qing, covered her with a quilt, and turned to look at the drawer on the bedside table.

When he was doing a supper in the kitchen, his attention was also on Qing Qing. She concealed the door and looked for something in the bedroom. He noticed that when he walked over to push the door, he saw her like a little hamster put a box Hide it.

The wife deliberately propped him away.

Realizing this, Huo Yun was sore and unbearable, and held back without asking, wanting to wait for her to speak.

but now……

The only thing that is abnormal is this.

Huo Yun extended his hand to open the drawer and took out the box tucked in the deepest place. He twisted the desk lamp and lifted it under the dim light.

There is only a thick book in the box, the cover is very old, although a few layers of protective film are carefully added to the corners, it is still a bit gray.

……diary?

He did not know that Qing Qing had the habit of writing a diary.

Huo Yunshen's nerves suddenly tightened, and he slowly grabbed the notebook until it was warm. The title page was the girl's childhood body, and a few small letters: "The little secret of cotton candy."

The man's steady hands began to tremble.

On the next page, she changed six watercolor pens and wrote a few short paragraphs awkwardly.

"I saw him for the first time today. He helped me catch bugs and said I was cotton candy. The trees in the yard are tall and the flowers are beautiful, but they are not comparable to him."

"I don't know what it means to marry him, but listening to others say that marriage can be together every day, I am willing."

"I like Brother Yunshen."

She was still very young that year, even though she was clever and smart, she didn’t have a long time to learn to write. Many words were replaced with stick figures and pinyin, but only two of “Yun Shen” were very seriously corrected, like copying photos. Learn over and over again, and print on it.

Huo Yunshen sat on the edge of the bed, his heart was burned by the fire, and his fingers became icicles.

He stared at the small piece of paper without moving.

The brain is blank, and it is swollen by the huge waves sweeping from it.

He hadn’t seen it, but he could think of a girl five or six years old, wearing a dress with embroidered flowers, swaying her calf and climbing up a chair, wrinkling a small white face under the lamp, it took a long time to finish writing this, Khan smiled sweetly.

She not only wrote this page, but also a whole book after a long time.

Each one is related to him. The words and sentences are the unconditional favor and maintenance of Yunshen brother from the first glance of his childhood.

"Brother Yunshen praised me for wearing a ponytail, and gave me a hair band. I want to tie it every day."

"He grew taller again, and I looked up to see him."

"His hands are so hot, I'm going to have a fever while holding me."

"Brother Yun Shen said that when he grows up, he will marry me home."

"He is gone, I can't find him."

"I think about him, will he suffer, but I can't get out, I jumped from the balcony and was caught back."

"My mother died, and my father married someone only a few days later. No one in the family loved me. My father said, if I go to him, don't be the daughter of the Yun family in the future."

"I found Brother Yunshen, but he forgot me."

Xiao Yunqing drew a big smile here.

"It doesn't matter. I wear the white skirt he likes and tie the hair band he gave me. He will one day think of me. When he grows up, I will marry him."

There are still words down, but it is not clear, and it is wetted by the water in the scarlet eyes of the man, and it becomes a piece.

Under the lamp in the middle of the night, Huo Yun's fingertips were stretched white and white, and the book was wrinkled, and he shuddered to loosen it.

It is he who forgot.

Huo Yun turned deeply and hugged the sleeping person beside her, she muttered and arched into his arms, her cheeks were pink, her long eyelashes were black like crow feathers, her red lips smiled a little, and her dreams followed her instinct Hem and Haw kissed him.

The tears he poured out silently moistened her hair.

Huo Yunshen couldn't help tightening, and wanted to embed her in the bone blood to fuse together. She felt a little bit of pain, biting his neck with resentment.

"Bite it," he said, his voice rough and low. "Just keep my life."

With his life, he will keep her to death.

Huo Yunshen stayed up all night. In the early morning, he contacted Dr. He: "When I was the first to be examined, you said that I might have lost a childhood memory because of psychological trauma."

Dr. He was always on call to Mr. Huo, and returned in seconds: "Yes, but you said it must be painful. You don't need to think about it, just forget it, so we haven't taken any measures."

In Huo's childhood, it was the beginning of his filthy life, and he was lucky to lose any paragraph.

He didn't even think that what he forgot in anger and grief was the only honey in his life.

Because of too much bitterness, the subconsciousness hid his precious treasures. His marshmallows belonged to the bright and splendid. At that time, he was in a mess and unworthy of possession.

"What's wrong with Mr. Huo? Is it an important memory? If necessary, I can try to recover. Your situation is different from your wife's. It's not that complicated, it won't be difficult."

"After dawn, I will find you."

Yan Qing had been spinning for a long time for performances and awards, and finally relaxed, and woke up until noon. Her husband prepared breakfast for insulation. He sat beside her, reviewing documents as usual, squeezing on the tip of her nose :"Woke up."

The sunlight was excellent, shining through his window on his angular face.

Yan Qing sighed and rubbed his legs on his legs three or two times, bending his eyes with a smile: "A happy day begins with seeing the deep baby."

After eating, she was wondering how she could temporarily disengage from her husband's palm.

"That, Sister Lin Yuan said--"

"Still work?"

Seeing her husband take the initiative, Yan Qing nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I'm going to be busy this afternoon, and I'll be with you after today."

She wanted to propose to him.

Although the marriage certificate has been received, marriage is a fact, but the wedding has not yet been done.

She remembered backwards, and the day he was taken to the nebula and shut it up, she saw the big red room, which was prepared for the wedding room. The bed was covered with several wedding dresses, all crumpled by his fierce bed affairs that day. .

At that time she rejected him, and resentfully watched him take off the arranged celebration a little bit.

He was afraid that her memory would be reset the next day. When she saw it, she would panic. She did it silently throughout the journey, but her expression and eyes made her heart cut.

Looking back now, she couldn't bear the pain and had to find the grievances for her.

She is going to the place where she first met, telling him the lost memory, and then proposing to him.

But since her husband was in power, Huo's family died and went to prison. The old house was always empty and not auctioned. She had to find a way to slip in.

Huo Yun stared at her quietly: "Well, you are busy, I have something to do too. See you in the evening."

Yan Qing should have enough time, and agree happily.

She has an agent and an assistant. A large group of people hurried to pick her up. She waved goodbye to her husband and turned to hurry to get the pre-ordered ring.

A plain male ring, finally completed after a long period of time, is the size of his ring finger.

Although her husband has a wedding ring, she hopes to wear him a new one.

While Yan Qing was on the way to take the ring, Huo Yunshen was lying on the medical bed in Dr. He's clinic, pushed open the door hidden in the depths of memory, and saw the charming and bright little girl inside.

She sat on the ground with her knees alone, got up and rushed to him: "You think of me!"

Five year old Xiao Yunqing.

He is not the one he is now. It is the brother Yun Shen who makes her like it at first glance, gentle and smiling.

Huo Yun deeply bent down to hug her and slowly opened her eyes.

Dr. Ho asked with concern: "Mr. Huo, how are you?"

Huo Yunshen pressed the bed where Qing Qing had laid many times. The corners of his mouth were raised, and the eyes were hot.

it is good.

Those years when he thought he was broken, he was never alone.

His little princess, with the purest heart, no matter how he was spurned by others, as always, save him and love him.

Min Jing's call came: "Brother Shen, the ring is delivered."

Shen Brother photographed the diamond in a low-key before, and rushed to design a ring. The pricey little ring was now embedded in the box brightly, waiting for its owner.

Min Jing also said: "Brother, sister-in-law is going in the direction of Huo's old house, there is locked there, you see--"

"Open," Huo Yunshen said, "Don't make her tired."

The little fool of his family was sure to go in. If he didn't open the door, he would overturn the wall if he didn't get it.

Yan Qing rushed to the old house, there are people living around, but it would not be barren to make people scared. She was really ready to turn the wall if she could not. Anyway, the house was abandoned, there was nothing to steal, the alarm system should be turned off .

She tentatively pushed the door.

opened.

Yan Qing stepped back two steps in shock, even if there was nothing to steal, could not be so generous?!

It was convenient for her.

She squeezed in, and walked slowly along the familiar path in her memory to the corridor where Huo Yunshen was seen at the beginning of the year. In the summer season, the green plants were luxuriant, and there was no change from the past. The blink of an eye was still the same.

Yan Qing caressed the skirt. She specially customized it to be an enlarged version of the dress when she was five years old.

Her heart beat faster and called Huo Yunshen in the shade.

Without answering, he answered.

"Deep, I want to make an appointment with you."

"it is good."

Yan Qing took a deep breath.

When her Mr. Wu Yun comes, she will tell him the story in her diary book, and then take out the ring to propose to him--

"I'm here--"

When she described the address sweetly, the man's eyes were fixed on her under the corridor of the main house in front of her.

The girl was wearing a white skirt and her long hair was tied up with a familiar hair band, exposing porcelain white cheeks and slender shoulders. She clasped her hands nervously. The evening sun shone down and reflected a leaf, which fell on her shoulder.

What Yan Qing didn't finish was stuck and was startled.

She was standing here last time with a bug, this time-

When Yan Qing looked down, the footsteps sounded and stepped on her breath.

She saw a pair of slender, straight legs, and her cold white palm reached out, brushing off the fallen leaves on her shoulder.

Yan Qing froze, slowly raising his head in disbelief.

Huo Yun squeezed her face deeply: "Coward."

Yan Qing stared at him, her heart turned upside down, her nose suddenly turned red: "...you bullied me."

"It's not bullying," he said with a smile. "It's because you look at your face like cotton candy."

One word is not bad.

Yan Qing thought she wouldn't cry, but at this moment, the tears couldn't bear the weight and flowed out violently.

She went to touch the ring and choked with speech.

Huo Yun grabbed her hand deeply, wrapped it tightly in his palm, and knelt in front of her.

He was so tall, and now lowered himself, kneeling piously in front of her, trembling with the wrist ring on her ring finger, blood in his eyes, and asking her, "Can I ask for cotton candy and promise to marry me." "

When she was in college, he had a proposal and she had nothing, she was still willing to promise him.

After retrieving her, in order to bind her, he forced her to be stuck with a paper of marriage.

Now he is complete and can give her all the good things in the world.

Huo Yunshen's voice was hoarse: "Qing Qing, we have everything, I can let you live the best life you want--"

Without waiting for him to finish his speech, Yan Qing also lowered his body and cried, "Huo Yunshen, I don't want anything else, I just want you."

She scrambled to find the ring, put it on his ring finger, bowed her head and kissed it, broke her nose to smile, raised her face and said softly, "I also beg Mr. Wu Yun, marry me home."

The breeze in the summer evening was very soft, blowing the broken hair on her forehead.

Huo Yunshen's eyes shone with light, pressed Yan Qing into his arms, and hugged her with all his strength.

Also embraced his world.

He was trapped in a bottomless abyss. The girl laid down the rope, not to let him climb up, but she put herself down silently, her skirt was torn, the wound was cut, and she still had to put on the warmth. Softness pounced on him.

From then on the abyss was also a paradise.

Cold can also be hot.

He burned everything and bound her obsessedly by stepping on the ashes, and she was willing to open her arms and fall into the prison cage he had set up by himself.

If he is still uneasy.

The only one...

The time of this life is too short, he exhausted everything and could only love her for less than a hundred years.

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The author has something to say: "Life is too short to love you for less than a hundred years."

It's over here, bow with affectionate couple!

There are some other special buns that you want to see in the back, and you will write about it when you are a student.