Sweet Nothings

Huo Yunshen's words were posted in Yan Qing's ears.

Yan Qing died nervously, and was exhaled by the light breath of the man's breath, coupled with his aggressive light rubbing, her skin was numb as if stimulated by a small current, flushing from the roots of the ears, spreading uncontrollably all the way to the collarbone .

She once again clearly realized that Huo Yunshen hugged her every time, her arms were like strong cages.

Once again, I want to lock her with my body.

And the strength of her struggle is getting smaller and smaller, because when she didn't find out, she began to be less afraid of him, but was willing to believe that he would not really hurt and force himself.

But going on like this is very dangerous.

Sure enough, Huo Yun squeezed her waist deeply, indulging in a hug craving day and night, couldn't help kissing her face, breathing more and more quickly.

Yan Qing's heart pounding, she attributed all her reactions to the shame of being caught on the spot, and quickly pushed him to a greater extent: "How did you come back in advance? Isn't it after dark?"

Huo Yun whispered: "My wife is home, I don't want to wander outside."

Of course, Yan Qing did n’t think he was deliberate, but instead he reacted afterwards. The driver would definitely report to President Huo after she had delivered her. She was so stupid, she was so arrogant, she was all foolish and looked at him And most importantly, she still wears super little!

What a shame!

Yan Qing relied on his own thinness, stooped down, drilled out of his clamps, grabbed his clothes and put on his blush, said with a blush: "If you're done, don't touch it intimately, you break the ring again."

Huo Yunshen hung his arms down, refusing to admit it: "You ran into yourself, don't blame me."

Yan Qing was even more embarrassed, and thought of hitting her to death, who told her to be smug and deserved!

Huo Yunshen took a step forward slowly, plucking her long hair sticking to her face and repeating his wish: "It jumped very well, I want to watch it again."

Yan Qing smoked above his head, this brainless boast who believed who was stupid.

She was quite confident when playing alone, but after all, it was a short board, and she really wanted to perform in front of people. Especially for heavyweight audiences like Huo Yunshen, she always felt that she did not dance well enough, and they were far from Ouyang.

That's why I practice hard every day.

But after practicing for so long, I still don't feel confident.

She didn't dare to guarantee the effect of serious dancing, not to mention just casually jumping, Huo was simply laughing at her!

Yan Qing walked away with a sullen head and grumbled: "Don't make trouble, I'll prepare dinner."

Not only to be Xiao Jiao's wife, but also spontaneously added the role of little cook girl, very well-behaved.

Huo Yunshen's heart collapsed, stopped her, and raised her face.

The little girl's nose turned red, and the end of her eyes were two touches of rouge. It could not be because she was ashamed or not confident. No matter which one, Huo Yunshen would not accept it.

He leaned down slightly and touched her hair, with a solemn tone: "Yan Qing, you jump better than anyone. I want to see, it's not teasing you, but I really like it."

Yan Qing bit her lip and clasped her hands slightly.

He asked again: "Who are you trying to jump for?"

"To myself ... to fans."

Yan Qing always remembered the figures outside the gate of the playground holding up banners and cameras for her, and did not want to disappoint anyone during the public performance.

Huo Yun knew the result, his heart was still stabbed, with a wry smile.

In the past, he was very brutal and did not conquer his possessive desire. He forced Qing Qing to ask: "Who did you sing to?"

He was afraid of hearing other possibilities, and he couldn't bear to want to know the answer.

Qing Qing smiled particularly sweetly at that time, dragging the long tone to sell the key. When he simulated countless imaginary enemies and kissed her with red eyes, she tilted her head playfully and said, "I just want to sing to Huo Yunshen."

At this moment, she was no longer in her answer.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't hurt, he will control himself and take the initiative to walk towards her.

Huo Yun concealed the darkness in his eyes, and his throat rolled with gravel: "I am also your fan."

Yan Qing was stunned.

He stared at her with straight and deep eyes: "Yanqing, can you jump for me?"

Five minutes later, Yan Qing put on flirtatious wide-leg pants and stood in the middle of the floor of the recording room again. She felt that 80% of her brain was pumping. She really listened to Huo · Super Fan · Yunshen. Decided to give him a jump.

It is really……

President Huo behaved so sincerely!

He pushed all the troublesome equipment away, vacated the venue, adjusted the roof lights, and made a spotlight. For this, he also replaced his brighter bulbs with his sleeves, and used the small colored lights on the windows to temporarily I made a bunch of glow sticks and sat on the small sofa expectantly, shaking it jerkyly.

This scene spreads out, if Yan Qing doesn't jump, he can't face Huo Yun's deep burning eyes.

"... me, I really jumped!"

The little colored lights are loud and loud.

"You can't laugh at me!"

Huo Yunshen endeavored to hold a serious face: "I am very sensible, not a brain fan, and will give you objective opinions, help you progress, and perform better in the concert."

The music sounded.

Yan Qing gritted her teeth and made it out. Anyway, Mr. Huo's aura can reach thousands of horses. If she overcomes him, then the number of audiences on the stage will probably come.

Just jump.

Huo Yunshen is three meters away from her, mobilizing the strength of her body to maintain herself as a person.

In a two and a half minute dance, the glow sticks in his hands were cut off one by one, and the incision cut the skin to remind him of his current identity.

He closed his eyes several times to suppress his impulse, and sat on the sofa, and there was a thought in his head.

Don't want to show it to others.

When Qingqing recovers his memory and accepts him, he might make her jump again and again, rushing to interrupt in the middle, pressing her, on the sofa on the floor, on the couch on the floor, doing everything to her .

But now that Qing Qing has finished jumping, all he can do is applaud, hide his expression in the shadow, and say the praise he wants from beginning to end.

Yan Qing gasped, listening to President Huo blowing the rainbow fart rigorously, without holding back a smile, went to squat beside him, and asked with his face uplifted, "Isn't it still a brain powder? Isn't it really coaxing me?"

Huo Yun looked at her deeply: "Of course it is, but I have a suggestion."

Yan Qing is right: "You said."

Huo Yunshen calmly carried private goods: "In the next knockout, your team's level is uneven. If you are a captain, if you are too good at singing and dancing, it is not good for the whole. You should choose one that is better at it, and share it with others in other aspects. Perform their duties. "

Yan Qing was unexpectedly given instructions, diverted and thought about it, and the team was always annoying. The group performance that was always annoying suddenly had a new way of life. A song must not be kept as it is. It can be interspersed between dance music and Ouyang. Then stitch together the gentle lyric and the rap that ignites the atmosphere, arrange for each suitable member, to cover up the shortcomings, and highlight the advantages.

Based on a main song, skewered into various styles of clips, other groups may not be able to do it, but she can, arranger she is in line, she is fully competent.

Yan Qing shook Huo Yunshen's arm in surprise: "Deeply you are too powerful, the problem seems to be solved! I am responsible for the treble and arranger!"

Huo Yunshen's tight body was shaken out of her gap, and she asked in a calm voice, "Don't dance?"

"Don't jump, don't jump," she glared happily, "I'll say it next time."

Huo Yun reached his deep goal, raised his hand, and seemed to gently touch her head, but the strength could not be refused: "Since I helped, can I ask for some reward?"

The voice fell, not waiting for Yan Qing's opinion, he supported the crumbling calm, bowed his head at the corner of her mouth.

Yan Qing was so hot that she opened her eyes and was dissatisfied with deceit: "You talk about being a good fan! With professional ethics, how can a fan kiss an idol!"

Huo Yunshen slightly removed her lips and rubbed her face: "Before being a fan, I am your husband first."

Yan Qing went to the kitchen with a tomato face, waved his knife in shame, and cut all the cucumber halves on the cutting board.

In the end, Mr. Huo was routine.

Huo Yunshen changed her home clothes and stood behind her, arms around her, took the knife, and cut the silk into pure silk to help her get out of the pot.

He was close to each other, but they were so far apart that they didn't really fit each other.

I can feel the other person's temperature and heartbeat, intertwined with each other, and have space.

Yan Qing couldn't find a reason to say he violated the rules.

She tried to shrink herself into a small quail, staying in the small space he circled.

President Huo cooks this way, but it's a pity that he can't eat it.

Yan Qing turned to him and said to him: "You always suffer from insomnia and no appetite. How can your body get better? We have to find a solution. Don't say what is going to sleep and feed every day. I want to know that it is impossible ..."

Huo Yun held the knife with his sharp fingers and cut the ingredients slowly, correcting her: "These are really ways to eradicate, but you do n’t accept them, but you should understand that emotional comfort is as important as physical comfort, forcibly removing half, useless."

Yan Qing opened his mouth, knowing that Mr. Huo actually made sense.

How to express feelings? How can a sense of security be re-established for someone who has been severely traumatized? Just say it by mouth? In the end, there is still no lack of physical contact, holding hands, hugging, kissing, and even deeper, all are effective emotional catharsis.

He is not ill, and the medicine he needs will not be easy.

It's so easy to heal without paying.

Yan Qing lowered his head tangled, looked at the white slender pair in front of him, but took the burned hands to the dish, and finally made up his mind to say: "Otherwise ... I will give you tolerance, you can hold hands and hug, Dear ... the degree of kissing the face, but like a kindergarten child, give you a point table. "

Huo Yun deep breathing slightly increased: "Point table?"

She nodded: "We first solve the problem of eating, you are not unable to eat, you are subjectively resistant to eating, then from tomorrow, you eat a meal yourself, even if you accumulate a point, save it, and wait for enough amount, you can redeem the corresponding Physical contact, do you think ... interested? Can you mention a little passion for eating? "

Huo Yun swallowed deeply, calming his voice as usual: "Interested, what to do with insomnia?"

"Insomnia is a bit difficult." Yan Qing was distressed.

His frizzled wrist was a little unstable: "A suit sleeping on a bed and two quilts, okay?"

"No."

"I go to your room to sleep on the floor."

"... No way."

"Before bed, you hug me."

"... No, isn't that conflicting with the points table? Opinion dismissed."

Huo Yunshen no longer speaks, stirs up the dishes, and serves them on the table.

The first meal that two people sat at home shared, but Yan Qing was not in a good mood. He always felt that President Huo was very low.

In the evening, he walked fast, waiting for him to finish his meal, and it was time to return to his room.

Yan Qing stood in the corridor and persuaded him with insufficiency: "Deeply, you try again. My bedroom is not far from you. You tell yourself that I am here, maybe it will be a bit useful. I can fall asleep."

Huo Yunshen sent her to the door of the bedroom and suddenly touched her ponytail: "Can you give me your hair band?"

Yan Qing was embarrassed, took the ribbon down and gave it to him.

He held it hard and never asked too much.

Yan Qing entered the room and closed the door, and assigned herself a lot of work tasks, trying to think of him as distracted as possible, but when the night went to bed, she was in a state of uneasiness.

President Huo ... have you slept?

She pulled her quilt over her head and held her back for a long time. She turned over and sat up, crouched down to get out of bed, and wanted to take a look at Huo Yunshen's door. If the light was dark, she would come back.

If the light is on ...

She ... responsive.

Anyway, she continued to sleep so casually, she couldn't do it.

Yan Qing touched the room and saw at one glance the door across the hallway. Not only the light was on, it was not even closed, but a wide door gap was exposed.

this late……

She hesitated a little, still leaning on her feet, sneaking in through the gap.

At first glance it was stunned.

Huo Yun's deep and wide workbench was full of documents and materials, obviously he had been busy, but at the moment, he closed his computer and dragged a large creamy white cat doll beside him, tied her hair with a ribbon and tied it to the cat On one ear.

Then he pinched the cat's face, leaned over, hugged it, buried his head, and bent his lean back tiredly.

Yan Qing felt funny at first, but more emotions immediately climbed up and piled into unspeakable sadness.

Huo Yunshen is longing for a hug before bed.

Yan Qing stared at the tip of her shoe and couldn't resist the sour surge in her heart. She quietly pushed the door open and approached him slowly step by step.

Before he turned around, she walked behind him, opened her arms, and embraced his broad but thin shoulders in her arms.

Yanqing felt that he was shaking.

She involuntarily hugged a little tighter, her forehead pressed against his neck, and said softly, "Deep, I'm here."