Sweet Nothings

The wedding day was selected in the early autumn. With less than a month of preparation time left, Yan Qing thought she would be busy as a top, and her husband would not do anything with her. Her only errand was to point at the various list books-

As big as the venue, as small as necklaces and earrings, she has to choose the one she likes the most from the dazzling alternatives.

This work has done a great job, and it is the first time that she has truly experienced the inhuman nature of her husband. In contrast, so many things he had set up for her suddenly became a "simple and simple housekeeping", now only It's really like spending money... she poked her fingers, and the string of zeros disappeared.

Heart is bleeding.

She spoke to Mr. Huo several times, either seriously or coquettishly. Mr. Huo either pressed her directly or pinched her face and smiled and answered the same answer—

"Not expensive."

In his eyes, whatever was given to her, no matter how much was too little, no matter how good it felt, it was not enough.

Seeing the pure happiness on his face, Yan Qing gradually relaxed and stopped entangled with his theory. Her husband must be spoiled and do whatever she wants. She has that tangled time, so she might as well stick to her husband. He was so busy that he wished he could do it for the wedding, and it would be good if she helped him a little.

Ten days before the wedding, Huo Yun pulled out and re-arranged the wedding room among the nebula.

He didn't want to let others intervene in the place of Qing Qing. The people underneath delivered the big bags and ordered to leave. He didn't want Qing Qing to come over and work hard. He planned to prepare by himself.

Huo Yunshen changed into a sportswear that was convenient for activities. His sleeves were rolled up and he began to do major projects. He didn’t notice that the door behind him was unlocked by fingerprints. Someone came in to take off his shoes, and ran to him lightly on tiptoe, raised his hand, put a top A paper hat folded from a poster was put on his head.

"Be careful, don't stain my husband's hair."

Huo Yunshen turned back, Yan Qing had put on the same one, smiling and looking up at him.

Last time in the nebula, she was still in a period of confusion of memory. The past few days were painful and tragic. Now she is standing here again, full of love.

Huo Yunshen's chest rose sweetly, and he leaned over and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Mrs. Huo always keeps track of the whereabouts of Mr. Huo," Yan Qing's eyes brightened. "Don't you want me to accompany me?"

"Think," Huo Yunshen grabbed her hand. "Think anytime, anywhere, but—"

He smiled lowly: "As soon as you appear here, I can't care about anything else."

All I thought was bad and bad.

Yan Qing now has a clear sense of consciousness, and his ears can't help feverishly.

She didn't understand Mr. Huo too much. The house was full of beautiful shadows. She hadn't been there a few times in total, but she did firewood with him many times, especially during the lock-up period. , Holding her entangled everywhere, now look around, she can easily recall the scene at that time.

Now with the expectation of the wedding, it seems that even the air is heating up.

Yan Qing blushed to cover his eyes: "Then you are not allowed to look at me, do the business first, and wait for the wedding day -"

"How about the wedding day?"

Yan Qing was angry and laughing, knowing that her husband intentionally made her say that she raised her eyebrows, and she was calm in her words: "Give you whatever you want."

Anyway, I don’t need to honor it for the time being.

The wedding process was completely arranged in accordance with the wishes of the young couple, there are no rules to be observed, and they are completely attentive. When Yan Qing chooses the dress, she loves the Chinese-style red Xiuhe and the Western-style trailing wedding dress. Mr. Huo decided decisively: "Wear all."

Get married in the morning and wear Chinese style.

In the morning wedding ceremony, wear Western style.

Waiting for the evening banquet, there are several sets of matching dresses waiting for her to change.

Traditionally, the bride will spend the night before the wedding in her natal house, dress up early in the morning, and wait for the groom to pick him up in the girl’s bedroom.

Yan Qing has long lost her family.

The only Yun family who loved her mother died prematurely. Dad used his exchange interest to die on the plane, not to mention others.

Yan Qing didn't care, nor did she feel any grief for this. She hooked Huo Yunshen's finger and asked: "What if I don't have a family."

Huo Yunshen held her in her arms: "Qing Qing has me enough."

Her maiden's family or her mother's family, she doesn't need it. No matter before or after, she and he only have each other, nothing to do with other people.

Huo Yunshen left Huo Zhai Villa to Yan Qing, and took himself to the old house in Jiangbei.

He will leave here early in the morning to pick up his bride.

At six o'clock in the morning at the wedding, Yan Qing sat in front of the mirror and put on a gold jade headdress, covering her cheeks with half makeup. Xu Mohan, who was a bridesmaid, couldn't sit up in excitement, brushing her cell phone and reporting to the bride.

"Don't netizens sleep? In order to wait for the affectionate couple's wedding to come up at four o'clock in the morning to brush up on the topic?"

"Baby, your husband hasn't come to pick up the wife, the hot search has gone up!"

"They're too naive, don't know what Mr. Huo's temper? Maybe you can show the little bride who finally married? Allow semi-open, and it is considered a kindness to respond to the entry of several mainstream media. Okay, there are still people. Dreaming live broadcast?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha'Affectionate couple divorced today' finally changed its name--"

Yan Qing quickly dialed the tassel in front of the forehead and asked, "What changed?"

Xu Mohan patted the thigh: "Change to'Affectionate couple have a baby today'!"

Yan Qing lost her smile, her red lips bent, and Lili's eyes drew a soft and gentle arc, and Xu Mohan's heartbeat accelerated: "The lying trough Qing Bao is really crying today. President Huo is going crazy."

There were still many people in the room. Yan Qing was a little embarrassed and asked softly, "What else do netizens say?"

Xu Mohan continued to turn the phone: "Ah, many people wonder why you didn't choose to run abroad like other actresses. With Huo's in, you don't want to choose which one."

Yan Qing said with a smile: "Because I want to be in Haicheng."

Huo Yunshen selected the first seven or eight options for the wedding. The island-style castles with suitable styles and niche around the world were screened. When sent to Yan Qing, she asked: "Deep, can we Just in Haicheng."

The island fort can be visited at any time.

But the wedding is only once, and the beauty outside is not as good as the city that carries her and her past.

Huo Yun kissed her forehead deeply: "Okay, Qing Qing has the final say, we are in Haicheng."

The place was so settled, she didn't want to go anywhere, just wanted to stay where she grew up with Huo Yunshen.

Xu Mohan also had to speak, and Ouyang Fenghuo rushed in with his skirt: "It's almost coming! Close the door! The rare opportunity must have a big red envelope with Mr. Huo -"

Everyone here was busy lifting Yan Qing to the bed from the dressing table, laying a skirt for her, putting on a hijab, and waiting for the groom to lift it.

He hurriedly took off Yan Qing's shoes and tried to hide them. He asked the groom to find them according to the usual customs before they could find the bride.

I don't know if the bride himself doesn't cooperate at all.

She was still blindfolded with her head covered, snatching her shoes back and holding them with her hands, and said with a smile: "Don't close the door, the bigger the better, I will give the red envelope."

Ouyang shouted: "What makes sense--"

Yan Qing's eyes bent into the moon.

Because she won't let the road that goes deeply towards her show any obstacles.

He had no bumps, no thorns, and every minute to her was smooth and smooth.

Everyone's shouting one after another has not fallen, and the rapid footsteps on the first floor have been heard.

Yan Qing thought that she would not be too nervous, but at this moment, her heartbeat was increasing uncontrollably, her breath lingering under the satin hijab, and her cheeks were burning hot.

The steps are getting closer and closer, and many people are following, but she can easily distinguish the front voice.

Her Huo.

he came……

Five steps, three steps...

A few seconds faster than she counted, the man's breath invaded the front indiscriminately, and the hijab blocking her sight was lifted immediately, before she could see Huo Yunshen's expression, he had already lifted her face and kissed her directly. lip.

Everyone in the room was screaming, many shots were being taken, Yan Qing's headdress was rattling, she could not feel anything, only his hot breath.

"Wife, I'll pick you up."

Yan Qing looked up at him, and Xiao Yingying handed his shoes to him: "No need to find it, hurry up and marry me."

Huo Yun deeply embraced Yan Qing, and Zhu Cui's body touched her with a crisp jingle, and a red skirt ran over his sleeve.

He forgot to leave for a moment, and he must be looking at the bride in his arms.

Yan Qing whispered around his neck and asked, "Deep, what's wrong."

Huo Yun's eyes fell down, touching her forehead, sighing hoarsely, "It's beautiful."

Mr. Huo is not too stingy. With Huo’s official blog, he posted a few photos of the bride. When several media saw Mr. Huo, he quickly rushed to seize the heat and updated the frequency of the pictures. The netizens who got up early in the morning did not Bai et al., frantically fighting the movie's textured screen.

The weather was excellent on that day, which was extremely suitable for the outdoor wedding in the morning.

Yan Qing was received in the wedding room, and the young couple would immediately transfer to the wedding venue to prepare. It takes a lot of time just to change from Chinese makeup to Western makeup.

On the first floor of the dressing room, there are large floor-to-ceiling windows that can see the outdoor venue. In order to prevent the bride from being exposed in advance, the curtains are covered and only a wide gap is exposed.

From the crevice, Yan Qing could just see her husband in a suit standing on the lawn, reflecting the light.

Obviously far apart, there was a glass barrier in the middle, Huo Yunshen seemed to feel something, turned around sooner or later, and looked at her.

Yan Qing's heart trembled, as if wrapped in the tenderest hands.

He can always find her and recognize her.

No matter where she is.

Huo Yun went straight into the dressing room, and several stylists dared not show up.

Yan Qing smiled with her head tilted. Her husband still seemed so fierce to others. She picked up her veil and said softly, "Deeply, I'm fine, only this one hasn't been worn yet."

The girl looked up, her delicate facial features were dazzling.

It wasn't the thick color of red makeup in the morning ten miles, now she was bright and clear, like pure rippling water.

Huo Yun raised his hand deeply, and the people in the dressing room left with interest. He stepped forward, took the light-gauze gauze, put it on Yan Qing's head, bent down to support her shoulder, gently kissed her cheek, magnetic Shen Shengxian grinds her ears: "Qing Qing, you are about to marry Huo Yunshen. No matter how the world changes in the future, you will own him all your life. Would you like?"

"Unwilling."

The hand on the shoulder tightened.

Yan Qing turned her head and squeezed her arms around him. Her eyelashes were suddenly wet, and solemnly said: "A lifetime is too short, and I want to have another life."

She didn't know how much this sentence shocked Huo Yun.

All his boiling emotions fell to his home.

So many extreme, strong, to restrain the love can not be arbitrarily vented, because the word "afterlife", she was given the greatest acceptance and tolerance.

After the wedding, Huo Yunshen had no time to manage the scene, and it was all handled by Min Jing, and he took the bride who had tossed from the night to the present to the wedding room in the nebula.

When she entered the door, Yan Qing was pressed against the wall and kissed deeply. She pricked him unsteadily on her breath: "Mr. Huo, you really let me come back to rest?"

His voice was so dumb: "The dinner started at 8 o'clock, and there was an entire afternoon. You promised me to do whatever I want."

"This kind of thing..." She was captured on the side of her neck and couldn't help but lift her head to gasp. "You remember best."

She could not resist, nor did she want to resist.

Willing to fall for him.

The ears in this house are grinning, and there are no more tears, only love that can't be burned.

Yan Qing grabbed Huo Yunshen's back neck and touched his earlobe with his lips: "Please have Mr. Huo enjoy..."

Mr. Huo did not enjoy himself. Taking into account his wife's body, he had to cope with the banquet at night.

During the entire dinner, the bride and groom's appearance time added up to two hours, but Yan Qing's dressing room was full of dozens of dresses, and a row of girls were waiting to change her style.

Yan Qing was a bit difficult to talk about. It was not energetic at first, but it gradually became apparent in the middle of the day. People were not standing lazily.

When she switched to the fourth set, she just wanted to take the opportunity to knead it, and she was simply hugged.

"deeply--"

Huo Yun deeply frowned and looked at her: "Is it uncomfortable, let's go home."

Yan Qing busy looking at the direction outside: "It's not over yet."

"It can be ended at any time," he said. "There will be someone to deal with the finishing touches later. The wife can rest."

Yan Qing listened to his words, unconsciously relaxed, hooked his neck, and shook his legs leisurely: "Then you put me down, too many people are easy to see."

"See what's wrong? Isn't it good?"

Yan Qing laughed: "Okay-but I should walk on my own."

Huo Yun raised his eyebrows: "No, the husband should do the hard work for walking so hard."

Yan Qing looked sad: "If the road is gone, then what can I do--"

Under the night, Huo Yun's deep lips curled up, lowering his head to kiss her blushing face, and said leisurely.

"Nothing to do, Mrs. Huo is only responsible for being cute."