Sweet Nothings

She was very gentle, her long hair raised in the night breeze, half-covering her small cheeks, the light in her eyes was particularly soft because of guilt, and Huo Yun was crushed into a muddy heart again.

Qing Qing ’s memory was destroyed, but countless habits and subconsciousness were buried in her blood.

In the past, he was sad and sulking. She would always come over and pull her collar down to pull him down, and touch the top of his head with his delicate hands, comforting with a glutinous mouth, and replacing "yunshen" with more intimate words. : "My family is deeply wronged."

Now she has forgotten him and tried to escape, but in the depths of consciousness that she can't even touch herself, she is still his secretary.

Huo Yunshen's eyes were burning so hard that he grabbed Yan Qing's hand and dragged her into her arms. There was a squeak in her throat: "I don't know me, but I feel my soft underbelly. quasi."

The skin of Yan Qing's auricle was scorched with heat, and she couldn't help struggling.

Huo Yunshen was comforted, but those grievances were on the rise, and her desire for her became worse. She wanted to beg her for more love and lock her up, trapped in a world where he was alone, so that no one else could touch it.

He asked dumbly: "I know I don't need to apologize, why come back? Isn't it too much to let me get out? What if I'm sore and ill, do you care ?!"

Want to listen to "care" ...

Please say "care".

However, Yan Qing has good reason: "Because ... because I am sorry for myself, can't I be good?"

Huo Yun deep teeth tremble.

Yan Qing was immersed in his body temperature, his heart rate continued to be unbalanced, and his ears were booming.

As soon as she was about to push him a little harder, she heard his voice be much lower, her lips licking her earlobe, and almost muttering: "Qingqing, when I say this, I hope you tell me ... you care. "

The person who pressed her with red eyes just now put down her body and took the initiative to open her heart, revealing the most fragile wishes.

Yan Qing found sadly that he refused to export.

General Huo was calling out for wind and rain outside, and ran to her to suffer a lot of abuse. Now he only asks for two words.

It would be too bad to disagree again.

Besides, whether she is out of apology or getting along as a "special friend" for a few days, she always cares.

Yan Qing sighed, unconsciously softened her body, and said in coordination: "Yes, I care, even as a friend--"

Huo Yunshen wouldn't let her say the next words, and the kiss was pressed down wildly.

Yan Qing knew that she couldn't condone anymore, and she broke free: "Mr. Huo, it's enough, you remember to take medicine. I'm gone. And ... my feet are inconvenient. I have to rest during this time. Don't come to me."

She was quick-sighted, and pushed Huo Yunshen back before getting off the car, closing the door, hopping on one leg in awkwardness, jumping back to the bright light outside the building, and glancing back a little.

He did not come out, presumably because she had escaped too badly.

But her eyes followed her, sticking to her.

Yan Qing's mobile phone was shocked.

Yun Shen: "I won't stop learning enough, I won't do it before, and I won't do it today."

... not worth the pity!

Yan Qing raised his mobile phone, turned it off and showed him, and limped into the door.

This building is the main building of the recording venue. The players' daily accommodation, meals, and training are all inside. Yan Qing made up her mind. With her current injury, she has reason to stay until the next recording, and she simply It's better to grow inside, no one can carry her out.

Huo Yun looked at her with injuries and should have some scruples.

Very good, freedom is coming! Although it may be short, hiding one day is one day.

The dormitory has been re-classified according to the primary assessment. There are four people in each room. The number of people in the BCDF group is double, and the distribution is simple. However, there are nine people in group A. There must be one more. Qing's foot injury is inconvenient, and the privilege of enjoying a single dormitory is reasonable and approved by all players.

Yan Qing stood in front of her room door and was holding the key to open the door. The dormitory next to it slipped open one after another. The girls who put on different colors of player uniforms hugged towards her and cared.

A small dormitory soon filled up, and a small sparrow tweeted.

"Kapok goddess! Please sign!"

Yan Qing: "I haven't signed it, maybe it's not pretty ..."

"OMG! You are really kapok! Do you know my song that I love so much! All girls listen to me! Touch her quickly! Be talented!"

Yan Qing laughed: "No imitating Li Jiaqi."

"Did you say that your foot injury was serious? That Song Xueran was too much! Fortunately, everything was investigated, and you were fair, otherwise she would be miserable."

Yan Qing listened for a while and figured out the ins and outs.

Song Xueran is an orphan. There was no water splash when she debuted as a member of the women ’s team three years ago. The contract was about to expire before she was sent by the company to participate in the draft. No longer renewing the contract, the ponytail was her team, came with her, and she obediently obeyed her. It was clear that her condition was not as good as Song Xueran, and she wanted to rely on her to mix more shots and topics.

Fate hangs in a draft, Song Xueran resorts to gossip, rumor, gossip, deliberately steal the hairpin of Yanqing Clinical Girl, and buy the staff who arranged the order of appearance during the primary evaluation. Yan Qing, an opponent who would overshadow her limelight.

Although the facts are conclusive, in the final analysis, this incident did not cause serious violations. Even the identification of Yan Qing ’s injury was an ordinary minor injury, which was not enough to convict Song Xueran, so she was eventually expelled from the show.

When he was sent away, Song Xueran was still shouting not to be reconciled, and didn't think he was doing anything wrong.

"But I think," the little curly hair imitating Li Jiaqi said, "Song Xueran's black material can explode so fast. It is known all over the internet that afternoon, she is completely infamous, and there must be a big person behind him.

Everyone was excited at the moment, holding their faces and looking forward to seeing Yan Qing, hoping she would talk about a big man.

Ouyang made a siege next to him: "Don't make trouble, just say that you are a giant."

"Ah, yes—"

"It's true, I heard that it's a friendship."

"We said that it was really for the eldest lady who came out of the entertainment industry to escape hundreds of millions of properties."

"No wonder the previous food box and makeup box are so expensive-it was really sent by the family!"

Yan Qing wants to cry without tears, and wants to explain and can't open her mouth, okay ... It's getting to this point, riding a tiger is difficult, being a false young lady is always easier than being a domineering president's wife.

It was late at night when the crowd had disappeared, and Yan Qing was lying on the bed and groping out her phone to open it, only to find that Huo Yun sent WeChat deeply.

Is a photo.

In the picture, the double bed, President Huo lay on one side, only showing a little hair, on the other side of the pillow ...

Is she holding her mug? !

Yan Qing's ears were inexplicably hot.

……metamorphosis.

She threw the phone to the end of the bed, hated stepping on a few feet, and wanted to fall asleep, but couldn't help recalling the moments at night.

There were tears in President Huo's eyes, and she was terrified by the distress.

Listening to him coughing and knowing he hurts, she instinctively took care of and coaxed him.

Call him baby and get close to him, obviously a taboo, but she really can't stop herself.

There is always something that doesn't belong to her, manipulating her at certain moments, sour and fiery for him.

Yan Qing's temple began to hurt, like a knife, a slight sense of dizziness came, she curled up in the quilt, waiting to recover, these doubts seemed to disappear, and all found a justified reason.

Mr. Huo looks good, and beautiful people naturally attract people.

It was originally that she did something wrong, and it would be normal for her to be humorous and make up for it.

Who can resist beauty?

And she doubted ...

Yan Qing shivered and wrapped her quilt, carefully asked the void in the dark: "Goddess Yun Qing, to be honest, sometimes ... Did you give me possession?"

After three days of stable life, Yan Qing got up early and went to bed every day. When she was unable to practice dancing and had obvious shortcomings in the next knockout, she had to work **** the song and choose the best track.

The program team specifically allocated her a small practice room. She stayed in it from morning till night, but she just wobbled occasionally. She always felt that someone was looking at her across the street. She looked around a few times and couldn't find her. Not revealed.

General Huo sent a lot of information. She basically pretended to be invisible, and the phone refused on the grounds that her mobile phone was not around. It was even more impossible to meet.

... It's not her hypocrisy, who asked him to take a thermos sexual hint!

On the third night, there was a thin snow, there was no wind, and the air was clean and refreshing. The program team decided to go out and shoot some scenes.

It was shot in batches from F to A. After Yan Qing was arranged very late, her foot injury was much better and she could walk normally already. She was wearing headphones while practicing songs in the practice room while waiting for her turn.

At 9:30, Yan Qing heard the girls in the hallway shouting and photographed Group B. The song on her headphones happened to cut into a fast-paced English song. Two text messages jumped out of the phone, strange numbers.

"Words, I am An Lan, and my phone is out of power to borrow someone else. Before you shoot, you come to the backyard first. I represent the program group. There is something I need to communicate with you privately, about Mr. Huo."

"By the way, don't call, it's inconvenient for others to listen, I'm waiting for you in the backyard bridge now."

Yan Qing's heart sank. Was it possible that Huo Yunshen could not catch her and went to the show crew again? !

An Lan is not a trivial person. He would say that there must be something important.

Yan Qing dared not delay and hurried out of the practice room. The headphones were still too late to pick up. The rhythm of the English song in it was shaking with her heartbeat.

Leaving the door of the building, Snow fell on her shoulders, and Yan Qing felt cold. She tugged on her shirt, avoiding the large troops filmed in the distance, and went to the other side of the building to rush to the backyard.

Huo Yunshen has been standing in the snow for a long time.

He could n’t get Qing Qing ’s response for three days, ran upstairs to see her, and was blocked by her curtains. He did n’t want to be embarrassed during her injury and struggled. Finally he waited tonight for outdoor shooting. He came early Wait, want to see her.

It was hard to see, but she avoided the crowd uncomfortably, even hearing his voice.

Huo Yun twitched his eyebrows deeply, catching up.

Yan Qing ran to the bridge and found no Anlan. She exhaled into the palm of her hand, only to find out that the headset was still there. She took it off and shouted softly.

There was a faint response in the dark bushes beside the covered bridge.

Along with the voice, a figure appeared, standing in a dark place, looking very thin in silhouette, tying a ponytail, wearing a mask, and begging at her in work clothes. An Lan had a cold recently and often wore a mask. She was right.

Yan Qing ran towards her and asked hurriedly, "Sister An Lan, did he fill in the trouble for the show crew?"

An Lan did not answer and chuckled.

In the dim light of unknown light, the laughter was short and strange, which made Yan Qing suddenly numb.

……wrong!

Yan Qing hurriedly wanted to retreat, but the distance between her and the figure had shrunk to a very short length. "An Lan" quickly raised a dark glass bottle full of her hands, pulled off the lid, smiled and raised her head, her red eyes stared Yan Qing.

Yan Qing burst into the head.

Not at all!

It was Song Xueran deliberately dressed as An Lan!

At almost the same time, she heard heavy and rapid footsteps from the side, and a man shouting transposedly, calling her name.

Yan Qing's body was stiff and he tried to hide, but his legs were weak and he took only a small step.

Her blood was frozen, and she couldn't even turn her head to look at the person calling her.

Song Xueran grinned: "I am already like this, I am not afraid of anything! I have to drag you to hell!"

Her arms were raised, a pungent odor came from the bottle, and thick liquid splashed on Yan Qing's face.

Yan Qing couldn't even speak a tone, but Yu Guang saw the man who threw at her desperately.

Her fear rushed to an unprecedented peak, instinctively trying to push him away, but his hard fingers could touch his clothing, and he was dragged by him.

At the moment of the electro-optical flint, Huo Yun was too late to make any extra movements, using a tall body as a barrier, protecting Yan Qing and Yansi, and tightly hugged him in his arms.