Sweet Nothings

Under the moonlight at the top of the mountain, Huo Yun turned back, and the dark black pupil looked into Yan Qing's eyes full of light.

His emotional needs are different from normal people, he has always known.

Probably because of space, once requested, it will be unrestrictedly eager to get her a little gentleness and kindness, and want more and more passionate feelings, occupying her every body and mind.

In the past, when Qingqing was a girl, he was not as good as he is now, and he wouldn't learn to converge.

"Don't laugh at the monitor of your class!"

"He likes you, can't you see it? Don't lend him homework in the future!"

"Whoever buys the water for you is not allowed to drink, I will buy you a better one."

He couldn't control himself. Seeing her integrate into a new environment, she would be uneasy to meet new people. Like she might encounter more attractive options at any time and give him up.

It's annoying, it's easy to burden her, he understands it.

Can not be changed.

Qingqing would not be angry, and bent his eyes again and again, raised his hand to touch his hair, and said softly: "Yun Shen, don't worry, I like you."

In a word, his heart melted, and all the upright corners were polished by her.

To this day, he is married to Qingqing, and his psychological problems are still not good, because she does n’t remember the anniversary, she did n’t listen to him, and she refused to speak out, and she was worried about her on the other side. Actively integrated into the new job, she will know many people in the circle, in case she is attractive to attract her attention ...

The sour gas surged and chased after him again. The stalker was guarding outside, restraining himself from interfering.

Qingqing didn't dislike him, still pampered him as before, and hugged him lovingly.

He learned to progress slowly, she gave him the highest reward.

Huo Yunshen's crumpled heart was soothed by his lover's hand and stirred up a frenzy. He lifted her white chin and squeezed it in his hand to suppress his perverted desire: "I lied to me."

"Yes, Mr. Huo was fooled as soon as he cheated," Yan Qing blinked. "So what day is it today?"

Huo Yunshen's voice was a little stuffy: "... love anniversary."

Yan Qing's long hair was spread on his arm, and he smiled and said: "I have a feeling, this is not a gift to you as a gift, please check it."

Her thin waist is in his arms, rubbing softly with him, rising the heat that makes the population dry.

Huo Yun stared at Yan Qing's beautiful eyes and couldn't help but hug her and went straight to the back of the car.

"what are you doing……"

The door slammed and closed the lock, and the windows were tightly closed.

The air conditioner in the car was at a suitable temperature. Yan Qing was buckled on his lap and sweated at once. She pressed against his shoulder, blushing and wanted to speak. As soon as her lips opened, he covered it and sucked it, a little rough Her fingertips rubbed her neck, let her relax softly, and her tone became sweet.

"Deeply you ... so anxious ..."

The abnormal desire could not be suppressed, and his voice was hoarse: "Hurry to open the gift."

In the end, the gift was still unopened. The wrapping paper was torn in half. The white gift core inside was so tense that he broke his lips. Huo Yunshen forced to stop.

His forehead was sweating, biting her bloodshot eartips and demanding: "Let me take it down next time."

Yan Qing was caught in the fire, but she knew that the environment was not suitable. She really did not do enough, she could n’t let go, and her mental endurance was not strong enough. What about the ground, more exciting.

Hey, you have to practice.

Yan Qing thought that Huo Yunshen would ask to live with him tonight, and was worried about how to explain to Lin Yuan, but he sent her back to the hotel very well, and said on the road: "I saw those online avatars, don't be angry , I will make it clear in public. "

"Don't," Yan Qing guessed he couldn't stand it, and wanted to talk to him about it. She said seriously, "I thought about it, and now you go to clarify, saying that I am alone with Yun Qing, and may suppress public opinion, But later I will inevitably be questioned by various parties, and I have no memory. By then, many things cannot be answered, how embarrassing. "

Huo Yun stared at her deeply: "Qing Qing, tell the truth."

Yan Qing was stunned and bowed her head a little frustrated: "It's the truth, but besides this, there are ... I'm thinking, anyway, the reputation is not good, the substitute is chanting, you don't need to respond, just keep the cold, other pass it to me."

Huo Yun pursed his lips deeply.

Her expression was relaxed: "Now Yan Qing has too many negative things. I do n’t want to put them on Yun Qing again. I want to work hard to improve the word of mouth. There are applause. There are merits and awards worthy of Mrs. Huo. I must have recovered my memory, and then— "

Somehow, Yan Qing's eyes swelled with heat and stared at him: "I will face the public myself and tell everyone who I am and who I am."

She was afraid of Huo Yun ’s deep opposition. She grabbed his wrist and begged firmly: “You believe me, I can handle it, I do n’t care what others say.”

When getting off the train, Huo Yun's deep dry palm rubbed her hair: "I promise you not to respond, but love Qingqing this matter, you have your way, I also have my way."

Yan Qing left the car in a coat and turned back three times.

She had no time to understand what he meant, and her heart was disturbed by him first, and she jumped uncontrollably.

As soon as Yan Qing returned to the room, Lin Yuan stepped on the door and knocked on the door, her face was serious: "Miss Yan, since you came out to work, please trouble your attitude. Today, the producer has given it to Xia Mawei. Practice well, so as not to go wrong in the shed tomorrow? "

She didn't know where Yan Qing went and who she went with. It was always a matter of non-practice.

"Mistakes" still seemed to be implicit in President Huo's face. The words she really wanted to say were more straightforward.

Lin Yuan looked at Yan Qing's innocent and innocent little fox. His attitude wasn't too slow. He just felt his brain hurt.

"I do n’t want my career to be here at Waterloo, but it ’s really good for you too. You were born on the talent show and crashed halfway. Those who sing dance songs ca n’t count, and online singers do n’t get on the stage and wait for the shed. , Your true singing will be fully exposed. "

"To tell you the truth, I asked, the producer is not friendly to you, because he has another good candidate, waiting to be eliminated because of your lack of strength, why don't you worry."

Yan Qing patted the bed temperamentally: "Sister Yuan, come and sit."

Lin Yuan was going to be mad at her.

When she sat down with a black face, Yan Qing spread the word spectrum, and said with a smile: "I'll fix your heart."

Lin Yuan paused and felt that this canary was a bit different from what she thought. Before waiting for her to speak, Yan Qing had hummed the first word at will.

The small noises in the room seemed to disappear suddenly, washed by the female voice like water.

Lin Yuan froze.

Yan Qing's eyes closed slightly. After the first few low-pitched voices, she sang the first song of the main song with ease, and she slowed down slightly more than the normal rhythm, making Lin Yuan hear more intuitively.

Lin Yuan stared at her in amazement. She did n’t speak for a while. After a long time she pushed her glasses and remained calm and asked, “Why do n’t you continue to sing? The back chorus still has high notes, ca n’t you go up?”

Yan Qing was not aroused by her, and winked playfully: "Sister Yuan, as long as you know, take me with you, you won't be embarrassed, nor will you make you look up in front of the producer and dare not dare him. "

Lin Yuan's expression changed faintly.

She was also very dissatisfied with the producer today, but because of the incompetence of her artists, she did not speak hard and endured.

I didn't expect the little canary to see it.

She didn't dare to ask, "The songs you used to ... wouldn't you haven't repaired the music ?!"

Yan Qing pushed Lin Yuan's shoulders out, tilting her head and smiling sweetly: "Resue early and tell you the answer tomorrow morning."

He is very easy to deal with the agent, but Yan Qing practiced repeatedly until late at night.

This "Qingsi" as the ending song of the ancient puppet show is made according to the high popularity of the country. The lyrics are all high-quality, the tone is sorrowful, as long as you sing well, it is the person and the song that complete each other.

Nowadays, it is not easy for the singers to encounter a good song that is very popular. It is normal for many singers to fight.

Yan Qing sings more and more fit, sincerely likes it, does not want to lose.

The next morning, Yan Qing got up early and packed herself up, wearing a simple casual dress, light makeup, long hair tied into a ball of meatballs, with a slap in the face, and rushed to the battlefield.

When I arrived at the recording studio, I found that the battle was really great.

Several cameras were aimed at the microphone. They called it the MV after leaving the image. In fact, they wanted to record the whole process of her street rushing. There is evidence to facilitate the substitution.

A lot of onlookers from the film party came to see the producer. When the producer saw Yan Qing, she got stuck because of her delicate facial features, and soon turned to the beginning, proudly said: "You sing directly, I think it will stop , By the way, do n’t take the flower idol of the draft idol, this kind of song needs to use real singing skills. "

Yesterday, it was said that Qing Qing is a resource coffee, and some of them are still biting their ears.

"Beauty is really beautiful, but it is a pity that marrying a wealthy man is only a substitute. I don't think Huo cares much about her."

"Marriage certificate is not necessarily obtained by any means. Huo always sends Weibo for her. Most of them can't see the mess that day."

"She really thought that she could stand still in this circle without the idol filter. How hard it is to sing" Qing Si ". Seven or eight singers have tried, and they are not successful. Isn't she waiting to be publicly sentenced--"

Yan Qingquan, as if not heard, walked into the room and put on a good headset, beckoning the producer and sound engineer to finish.

She concentrated on it, not paying attention to the control room outside the recording studio. A tall figure approached and stopped at the end of the crowd looking at her.

The producer perfunctoryly raised his hand and let the sound engineer start.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but hold both hands, his expression dignified.

The group of cold-talkers also shut their mouths, waiting for Yan Qing to break through, to see if she could add a piece of news to her hot search.

Yan Qing exhaled softly and closed her eyes to sink completely into the emotion of "Green Silk".

"She didn't read the lyrics?"

"Is it all memorized ..."

At the next moment, Yan Qing opened her lips, her voice was moist and clear, like a silent flowing water surface, and it was just mixed with a subtle husky, adding a distinctive texture, matching the genre to a natural fit.

The cellphone that the producer was going to fiddle with had stiffened for a moment, and fell on his lap with a snap.

Lin Yuan clenched his fists unconsciously, revealing his eagerness to Yan Qing for a long time.

The people outside the monitoring room could not hear the sound, and the shocked expressions of the producer and the sound engineer realized that it was wrong.

When someone sings two or three sentences, they will stop and record them intermittently. When they arrive at Yan Qing, they see that she has been singing, and no one calls her to stop.

"No, isn't it nice ?!"

"Hey, hey, it's time to get the most difficult chorus, with high notes--"

Inside the glass window, the producer stood up directly, staring at Yan Qing with a ghost.

Lin Yuan ’s chest slammed. She had taken more than one singer, but she had n’t been in a recording studio such as the most tested place for singing. She had heard the treble that made the celestial cover tingle. Rubbing the lingering, dumb, inexplicable tears.

It wasn't until Yan Qing finished singing completely that she asked me where to adjust through the microphone. After asking three times, the sound engineer squeezed out: "There should be no ..."

Yan Qing nodded indifferently: "Then I will record it again, in case there is any defect."

The producer did not believe in evil, let her sing.

He thought that the first pass was already extreme, but the second pass was more comfortable than before, and the free and easy expression of the lyrics was also vividly expressed.

Yan Qing insisted on recording three times before taking off the headset and going out of the studio: "Is it possible to get off work?"

Lin Yuan quickly opened the door of the control room and replayed the recording just by sound, so that he could hear clearly inside and out. For a time, in addition to the singing, there was silence.

Facing Yan Qing, the producer didn't know what to say for a long time, and reached out to shake her hand.

Yan Qing didn't remember his hatred, but because of politeness, he just wanted to hand up, but the crowd was suddenly separated, and a tall and tall figure walked into the control room step by step.

Just after the song was over, the recovered silence was broken by successive voices.

"... President Huo ?!"

Yan Qing was startled and turned her head suddenly, staring at the man approaching from the top with surprise.

This is a public place! The audience is full of people in the circle, everyone knows him!

She subconsciously remembered what he said last night, love Qingqing, he has his way ...

Huo Yunshen's eyes crossed the producer and cut off Yan Qing's outstretched hand, wrapping it in his palm.

Someone outside was screaming while covering his mouth, refusing to dare to be too loud.

Yan Qing stared back, facing Huo Yunshen's eyes.

There was a smile in his black pupil, and the sound of the magnetic sink was not high or low, which just let the people present understand clearly.

"My wife is finally off work. I'll pick you up and go home."

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