Sweet Nothings

The office was large and empty, and the girl's voice stirred the cold air, condensing a sweet and warm heart.

Huo Yunshen stood still, and her cool five fingers covered the back of her hand. She asked, knowingly, "Give a gift to 'He', who is 'He'."

Yan Qing rubbed his nose twice and obediently replied: "It's you, Huo Yunshen."

My husband was wronged. The meaning of this question should be to make her more coquettish ...

She gestated for a while, and organized a series of intimate tender love words. As soon as she reached her mouth, Huo Yunshen turned back suddenly. The anti-guest was the main, pulling her blindfolded hands around her waist, then leaning down and pressing her, hooping her. Into the arms.

Yan Qing bumped into his chest, and fell into a familiar cold breath.

It's also the kind of force that hates to crush people and break them. In the past, she felt panic, when did she start ... she had an indescribable sense of stability, as if he was so strongly needed by him to be safe enough.

Her ears are hot.

It seems ... husband prefers physical contact to verbal comfort.

Yan Qing couldn't help tightening his arms, trying to hug him back, and the little mosquito muttered: "Deep, sorry, I only knew about Weibo today ..."

Huo Yun closed his eyes deeply and responded dumbly, unable to say anything at once.

A few days apart from her, he kept thinking about what Dr. Ho's phrase "Wife likes you" meant.

Qing Qing's liking to him is not just a good impression, maybe she is not as good as those who treat the girls in the show, not to mention Su Li, who is regarded as an idol, far above him.

He is not Qing Qing's unique, she likes many people, he is nothing in it.

The extreme thoughts constantly tortured him. He dared not go to the program group and dared to meet her without permission. He feared that in the event of a morbid attack, he would do crazy things and grind Qing Qingqing's only emotion towards him.

He was so violent that he wanted all the people who had left her to disappear.

But there is still a humble hope, maybe Qing Qing will come to him and tell him ... he is more important than others.

Yan Qing touched the man ’s tight muscles and seemed to feel something. Guess what he was thinking. He lifted his face and honestly said, "I did n’t intend to quarrel with you, nor did I think how good Zurich is. I thought that you were looking for faults, and when you got angry, you would help him to speak ... it didn't respond that you were ... "

"What is it."

Yan Qing blinked and carefully selected a word: "Is it jealous?"

Huo Yunshen turned her small round head so that she would not look at her expression. He remained silent for a long time and hummed low.

Yan Qing felt distressed and wanted to laugh.

Huo's way of being jealous is so cute. He talks bluntly. He ran downstairs to spread the other party's black material through the phone. He was irritated by the refutation.

The corner of her mouth bent upwards, just about to slam his chest freely, and her stomach suddenly grumbled out of place.

Yan Qing is stupid.

Should I be so embarrassed!

She didn't eat at night, but she couldn't cry hungry in others' arms!

Yan Qing covered her crying place with a frown, trying to cover up, and heard the man smile a little above her head. He held her in one hand, dialed an inside number in one hand, and explained several things she loved to eat.

It's okay. It's shameful to grandma's house.

Yan Qingsheng paralyzed inexorably, and the image of the fairy Xiaojiao's wife was completely ruined. She said in dismay: "I'm not hungry, really."

Huo Yun deeply rubbed her red earlobe: "I'm hungry, haven't eaten it today, accompany me?"

... accompany, can you not accompany?

Do n’t eat, it ’s just like a kid, it ’s not worrying.

Suddenly provoke him, he has a way to make her regret.

Yan Qing touched Mr. Huo ’s silk shirt, remembering the main purpose of her coming, and pointed a little embarrassedly at the back: "I brought you a Christmas gift, it ’s ... a sweater I knitted myself, weaving by feeling Yes, there is no guarantee of a good fit, nor is it a good wool, do n’t you ... "

The word "dislike" didn't have a chance to speak out, Huo Yunshen's chest fluctuated obviously, and Su Sheng asked, "Who is given back."

Yan Qing was at a loss: "Only you, I have woven such a piece for several nights, and another one will not kill me!"

She nags: "The little pendant I made for others is very easy. It is more difficult for you. You can see if you like it or not. If you don't like it, just steal the bottom of the box and don't let it be said.

Huo Yun's deep black pupils were covered with light, striding forward to pick up the bag, and cherish holding out the neatly folded sweater inside.

Dark gray, very soft, is his size.

She knitted him stitch by stitch, and her residual temperature.

Yan Qing jumped to his side briskly, teasing: "Mr. Huo is quietly envious of other people's pendants? No need now, this is what I want to give you."

Her lips are very red, and her eyes are clear after washing with water, and she speaks provocatively as she did when she was a student.

Huo Yun grabbed her sweater deeply and returned to her with "no envy", her eyes scorched closer to her.

The aggression of the man quietly intensified. She reflexively backed away and was blocked by his large desk. She felt dangerous and wanted to slip away. He stretched out his arm, clasped her waist with one hand, and supported her Push it to the table.

Yan Qing sat at the edge of the table, like returning to the morning when he was deeply kissed by him, his blush turned away, Huo Yun lowered deeply, staring at her and asking, "Why did I knit a sweater."

She stubbornly said: "... for no reason, if you don't like it, give it back to me."

He bit his teeth tightly: "Do you like Zurich?"

Yan Qing could n’t bear to be angry with him again, eyes down to be honest: “I did n’t like it. I used to watch him sing well before, but I paid attention to it for a while. I ’ve taken it off for a while. Now it ’s the relationship between ordinary tutors and players Yes, netizens who eat melons are casually matched by Lalang. Why should you care? "

"what about me."

Yan Qing's heart jumped.

"In front of me, you defend him."

When Yan Qing heard the blows, he blurted out: "How can he compare with you!"

Huo Yunshen breathed gradually: "So, for you, what am I."

Yan Qing was completely enveloped in the small space circled by him, and his heart rate was completely unbalanced and chaotic.

What he is, she has no courage to explore the answer.

"I ..." She avoided her eyes, "I should go back ..."

The voice didn't fall, there was a sound of a food delivery trolley in the hallway outside the door, and the door was knocked a few seconds later. Yan Qingsheng was afraid that this picture might be seen and wanted to jump off the table.

Huo Yunshen reacted faster than her, and did not seem to be counterfeit. His fingers "accidentally" hooked on the coffee cup next to him. Most of the warm dark liquid sprinkled on Yan Qing.

The cloak coat, the skirt of the light-colored dress, the stockings under the skirt, all were spared, and they were completely wet.

The knock on the door continued, Huo Yundeng decisively picked her up from the table, and put it into the rest suite in the office, gently put it on the bed, and said seriously: "Good, there are clothes in the closet, change it yourself, I will solve it outside, wait for me Come back and try the sweater for me. "

The door of the suite was brought along, and Yan Qing sat wet on the bed of President Huo, seriously doubting that he was deliberate.

Suffering from no evidence! Soon Yan Qing figured it out, what about the evidence, anyway, he couldn't make a deliberate capitalist.

The coffee on my body was just warm, and it was cold and uncomfortably cold. Yan Qing first took off her coat and ran to pull the closet door, worrying about the black and white men's clothing full of cupboards.

It's called ... If you have clothes, change it yourself?

Yan Qing flipped over and there was nothing she could wear, but she was accidentally attracted to a bag hidden deep in the closet. The bag mouth was open and the inside contained ...

The little pendants she sent? !

Yan Qing was stunned. He remembered that Ouyang had indeed said that the high prices received by some people in the past two days all thought it was a fan's purchase. As a result, he had just said calmly that he was not envious.

What is it?

lovely.

When Yan Qing laughed and dragged the bag out, he accidentally encountered a sandalwood box placed in one place, which was very delicate, like a collection of valuables. At this moment, the lid fell off, revealing the long and short one inside. Pile of yellowed paper notes.

The top one is the girl's slim body: "Don't go out to fight after school, I will bring you dinner."

Yan Qing was stunned and couldn't help picking it up.

It's all such small, shredded messages, and occasionally some small, playful expressions, overflowing with the softest care.

"You are hurt again on your back, be careful not to get wet."

"It's hot. Do you want ice water? I'll put it on your desk."

"Don't skip class, if I can't, I can teach you."

...

Yan Qing squatted on the ground, looking through each picture until the last one, which was small in size, hard, and covered with dry tears.

She wrote: "I go out and choose breakfast, and come back soon, waiting for me."

Yan Qing hugged her knees and her heart was entangled in the meat like a thorny vine.

Yun Qing's.

Huo Yunshen's true lover.

No matter how she imitates, it is just a fake.

Yan Qing wanted to put away the note, but holding the last one with his fingers, he always felt that there was an invisible string in his brain being plucked.

She carefully read Yun Qing's typeface, she has practiced calligraphy, it is very beautiful, and has her own style. When writing, she always brings a small hook, which is not easy to be noticed.

On the morning of the old house ...

Yan Qing thought, pressing her temples, she wrote the same piece of paper, and there was a faint hook on each of them.

She often writes in English in Canada, plus her hand is a little stiff when she first recovered, and the Chinese characters are old and twisted, but she recovered afterwards, and she did n’t stroke them one by one. Now she ca n’t remember her words. What it looks like.

Yan Qing also couldn't tell where she was attached, found note paper and pen on the bedside table, and rewrote the sentence on her side.

The fall and fall of adulthood is not very similar to the girl's Xiuya, but ...

Each skimmer has a small hook.

Yan Qing put the two pieces of paper together and held her head in confusion. Was she enchanted too deeply? After reading Yun Qing's font, she subconsciously copied it ...

Otherwise ... is it a coincidence?

Can two different people overlap so much.

The office outside was quiet, Huo Yunshen was walking towards her, Yan Qing quickly packed up the papers, and pretended to be okay to welcome him.

Huo Yun pushed open the door deeply and twisted his eyebrows: "Why not change it."

Yan Qing tilted her head: "It's all yours ..."

"Mine is yours, you can wear a shirt," he came in and closed the door with his backhand, looking down at her. "It's easy to get wet if you get wet. What to do if you get sick and the skirt can be washed."

Yan Qing bit her lip and made up for the hot look of wearing his shirt and a short hip skirt.

She protects the collar, very principled: "No cold, the skirt should not be expensive, do not wash."

He prepared it.

Huo Yun seemed to laugh rather than laugh, with a good reason: "Of course it is not expensive, it is only one hundred thousand."

Yan Qing's eyes widened: "How much?"

"One hundred thousand," President Huo stood handsomely under the light, and said softly, "If not more than twenty minutes, he can recover."

Yan Qing took a breath, hurriedly pulled a shirt and a long bathrobe in the closet, rushed into the bathroom, quickly changed the skirt and threw it to her husband: "Quick wash and quick wash! Tens of thousands must not smash my hands!"

The coats and skirts and stockings were sent to dry cleaning. Yan Qingguangyou could only wear President Huo's shirt and wrap the robe enough to mop the floor.

like……

Can't go away.

But this suite has a big bed.

With her head protruding and her eyes hanging down, she pitifully asked: "Deeply, can you trouble Min Teshu or someone else, help me buy a suit, whatever you want ..."

Huo Yunshen dialed the tip of her bright white nose and simply answered: "No."

"It's not too late, there should be a mall open."

Huo Yun clarified: "This is not the point."

"The point is," he stared at her, thin lips slightly tilted, "to send the clothes away just to leave my Christmas deer and sleep with me."