Sweet Nothings

The slide hangs empty, and the cushions are soft and thick, like a round bed that has been suspended.

But compared to getting up, there are more enclosures in all directions, adding unspeakable secrets.

In the place that symbolizes the childlike innocence, do the splendid things.

At the beginning, Yan Qing was still a little worried, wondering if the slide would collapse, and then ignored nothing, completely immersed, and finally remained that consciousness still strongly conclusion.

Collapse just collapse ...

She will protect deeply, and the big deal will continue.

Yan Qing did n’t sleep for half a night in order to practice songs. She got up before dawn in the morning. After high-intensity work and indulgence, her physical fatigue came up. She slouched on the cushions and pillowed Huo Yunshen ’s arms. past.

In the dream, Huo Yunshen looked like a boy.

He was tall and thin, his back was straight, he was always wounded, his eyebrows were indifferent, and he was very aggressive. Only when faced with her, he would fade away and smile sweetly with the corner of his mouth.

Others regarded him as a dangerous man, as if they were caught, they would be burned, but she knew how good he was.

He filled her with one heart and one eye, paranoid and enthusiastic.

Yan Qing was muddled, unable to distinguish what she remembered and what she imagined, only knowing that his green and sharp eyebrows seemed to be clear, but when she reached out to touch, it became a mirror flower and water moon, and shattered at once Off.

Those fragments were made into a barbed net, entwining her chaotic memory.

They came back early. Yan Qing was at most sleeping in the afternoon. When she woke up, it was dark, but it was only time for dinner.

Yan Qing rubbed Huo Yunshen's chest and saw him open her eyes synchronously with her, and smiled expectantly, "Deep, I dreamed of you again. Is the deeper the feelings towards you, the more likely it is to remember. "

Huo Yun has no hope.

Her memory will not be remembered slowly, but there will be a trigger point to retrieve it together.

He gradually stopped asking for extravagance.

Now he is so overwhelmed with happiness that as long as Qing Qing is by his side and willing to love him, nothing else matters.

If it is really a hidden danger that Huo Linchuan intends to leave, the key to retrieving his memory is probably to want his life to retaliate and cause Qing Qing to suffer. Instead of this, he would rather Qing Qing can't remember it in his life.

For so many years in the past, he just remembered the double.

Huo Yunshen caressed her curly hair and asked hoarsely, "I dreamed of what I was doing."

Yan Qing tried hard to think back: "I don't know ... I just feel like, you like me very much, but you don't want to say it directly, awkward problem teenager."

Huo Yunshen laughed very low: "Like?"

I can't describe it enough, and love is not enough. I want to rub her into the body, melt it into bone blood, and bind it to death, buried it together, and dominate her in the next life.

Without much argument, he helped her up: "Do you want to play the slide?"

Yan Qing has water in his eyes, glaring at him, playing the slide? She was deceived, okay, it was him who used the slide as a prop to play with her!

The problem is that the lips of the big devil husband's lips are upturned, the light in the pupil is particularly soft, and there is a little laziness behind the foot, which is really attractive. .

Play it, she plays the slide, he plays her, it ’s okay.

Huo Yunshen dressed Yan Qing, went down the ladder from the back, turned to the front, raised his head and smiled and said, "Come on."

The slide was very wide, and Yan Qing sat with her hands on top, and saw Huo Yunshen kneeling down on one knee to pick her up.

She loosened her hand and slid straight down towards him.

In the very light wind, Huo Yunshen's face was getting closer and closer, and the time seemed to retreat all at once. She was also in the 16-year-old small park.

When Yan Qing bumped into him, his eyes fell into a scream, "Yun Shen."

Huo Yunshen raised her face.

As in those days, the girl's long hair was flying, and red flutter fell into his arms.

He thought about the flames that her body only pressed down suddenly, and pushed Yan Qing up the back ramp. He couldn't help but press up and kissed the end of her eyes softly: "Wife, I still want to."

Waiting until the flag is over, it is really late at night.

Yan Qing can no longer look directly at the slide. Such a clean and juicy children's entertainment project has been repeatedly tarnished by President Huo.

"... Mr. Huo, should you be a bit temperate."

Huo Yunshen has reason and evidence: "You called me Yunshen, I can't help it."

Yan Qing knows his cautious eyes and weaknesses too, and deliberately smiles and asks: "Is that equal to--I did it with Shen Shen in the upper hut, and Yun Shen with the lower ramp?"

Huo Yunshen's face changed suddenly, and she was lifted up and walked out, her teeth biting slightly: "Yunshen is something, and it is not allowed to mention it in the future, you have only one me now."

She didn't know him in the past.

Then it cannot be the same person.

Jealous.

Yan Qing ate supper and enjoyed her husband's hand massage, and closed her eyes in the middle of the night.

She slept very deeply one night and felt a pain in the temple. The figure of the teenager seemed to be turned into a sharp blade, but she could not wake up. When she got up at dawn, there was still a little pain left. It was not obvious. Not sure why it hurts.

Yan Qing sat up from the bed, a little dazed.

On the large double bed, the seat next to him was empty. Yan Qing frowned a few times. His eyes were empty. The bedroom door suddenly moved. The man in a loose robe came in and bent down to squeeze her face. Dazed? Go downstairs to eat with your husband. "

Yan Qing stared at him for two or three seconds, before the fog suddenly dissipated.

She woke up and quickly took his hand, quickly got out of bed, yanked her slippers to keep up, and said repeatedly, "I want to eat spinach and chicken porridge--"

Huo Yun rubbed her head deeply: "It's cooked."

Yan Qing also remembered what Lin Yuan said in the car to “unlock new missions”. Sure enough, after dinner, she did n’t need to ask her. Lin Yuan first approached her before she realized that Lin Yuan ’s attitude had changed a lot and she was no longer like her. At the first sight, it was so public and official, and now it is active and eager, even the name has been changed to "Qingbao".

"Sister Yuan, aren't you forced?" She tentatively asked.

Lin Yuan smiled on the phone: "I am not interested in beautiful canaries, but if it is not only beautiful, but also capable enough, it will be different. It can change into a phoenix."

Yan Qing carefully added: "Sister, I will still write lyrics and composition."

Lin Yuan couldn't say enough to prevent her from being cute: "I'm really faithful this time, our Qing Bao is very strong, don't be afraid, I will take you to fly in the future."

Yan Qing thought, if you want to fly, try to fly higher. You have a small piece of your own airspace, so as to deserve Huo Yunshen, who is in a high position, to prevent him from being criticized for his wife.

Lin Yuan briefly told her the current trend of public opinion.

Xu Mohan's connotation Weibo stimulated a lot of water, after all, it was a popular song, and fans were a lot. At this time, with the controversial Yan Qing, the online comment was of course to her.

This wave of Yan Qing is not level, and that wave has become a scheming girl who has no ability but still robs people of resources.

Huo Yunshen is going to the group meeting today. I saw her on the phone and waited for her to leave. I heard Lin Yuan ’s words vaguely, his eyebrows twisted, and his face turned heavy.

Yan Qing covered the microphone and hooked her finger towards Huo Yun.

He was unconditionally obedient and leaned down close to her.

Yan Qing took a close kiss on his cheek and said with a smile: "Mr. Huo should work. I'll solve this little trouble. You don't have to come forward for me in every way. It makes me really like a weak little white flower. You believe me. once."

After coaxing away her husband, Yan Qing opened Weibo and asked Lin Yuan while brushing: "The main question is" Qingsi ". Can we contact the film maker to make a short version of the studio first, so that everyone can feel at ease."

Lin Yuan was speechless for a while and Yan Qing was really good. What she wanted was not to clarify herself, but to understand the public ’s fear that the song and drama would be destroyed by her.

Before the marriage was exposed, netizens still talked about how good Kapok ’s song was, but once it fell to the bottom and was black rhythm, it was totally rejected by no reason. These seem to have become her additional “deception”. It is determined that her singing is fake, and her creation is also fake, and nothing is credible.

In this case, let the public re-believe.

Lin Yuan's tone was calm: "Before you mention it, President Huo has already told me. If he speaks, how can the film be hidden, there will be a video version in half an hour over there to give you a name."

Yan Qing's heart throbbed.

He quietly paved the way for her again ...

Twenty minutes later, the ancient puppet drama Fang really did it, and released a studio segment of the high-pitched part of the chorus of "Green Silk", with no additional corrections and no beauty filters, which truly showed the scene of the day.

This drama was not broadcast first, and the song caused the topic because of her controversy and Xu Mohan's dissatisfaction. The video version came out and became popular immediately.

Yan Qing looked at it again with a trumpet. It was very good. The bloggers of all sizes were reposting and fragrant.

"This **** is unrepaired in the recording studio ?! Singing is so powerful ?!"

"I got pregnant by my ears!"

"Funny, don't talk about the original songs on the Internet, it must have been repaired, not to mention" Pinnacle Girl ", it is all the effect of the program, now even the film side also cooperates with her, using the repair sound as the original sound, it is not saved. ! "

But there was also a small set of rebuttals for her, suggesting that according to professional judgment, it seemed to be the original sound version.

Most people don't believe it, or with this straightforward tone and level, not only Xu Mohan can't reach it, even any singer in the circle is different from her, it is difficult to compare.

Yan Qing has grasped the situation, the first step is to reverse the image, and it's OK to lay the ground here, but also needs a strong evidence to prove that everything is true.

Lin Yuan's phone has been on: "Xu Mohan clearly knew that he was a back door, and it also meant that you were a resource coffee. In the comments, she was yin and yang, saying that you dare not record and live like her."

Yan Qing also saw it.

Lin Yuan hummed: "No, she may have been hit by this video. Just announced that she will record a new song live at noon. It is estimated that if you want to prove the strength, how can we meet the difficulties?"

I also broadcast live, doing better than her, which brings proof to the video in the recording studio.

Hearing Yan Qing ’s agreement, Lin Yuan was immediately ready to contact the appropriate place, requiring more advanced, quiet and safe equipment ...

Yan Qing sat on the sofa, glanced upstairs and asked, "How is my home?"

Lin Yuan once forgot her head, why did she forget it again, she brought not a poor newcomer, what kind of rich lady she wanted!

The live broadcast time was set at three o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Yuan went to publicity and pre-preparation. Yan Qing hung up the phone at home. She didn't stand up for a moment. Her head was dizzy and chaotic, not as clear as usual.

She rested her forehead with her eyes closed, not counting how long it took, the door twitched softly, and the man reached her in a hurry, holding her temples on both sides with both hands.

"Deep ..." Yan Qing opened her eyes in surprise, "How come you came back."

Huo Yun deeply frowned, "Come to an end, and then go in the afternoon, I want to go home and see you."

"Do you have a headache?" He asked in a deep voice. "It's not serious."

Yan Qing shook his head and patted his hand, the ending was unconsciously soft: "I didn't sleep well and got a little dizzy, it's not that you were too excessive yesterday ..."

Huo Yun squeezed her head deeply: "It's my fault, try to spread it out in the future, don't concentrate so much."

Yan Qing laughed, and the total number of times he engaged in a day was not small. His husband really wanted to fill in.

She told him that she had to broadcast live at home in the afternoon. Huo Yunshen knew that the propaganda had been done. She endured no objection and put her on her lap and demanded: "You are uncomfortable, no more than five o'clock, otherwise I will go on time.

Yan Qing leaned his head gently on his shoulder and said, "Aren't you still busy in the afternoon, when you come back, it will definitely be over."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yuan and his team rushed to Huo Zhai, carefully prepared Yan Qing's hair, and selected some of the skirts she brought. Yan Qing looked at it and pointed upstairs: "Sister Yuan, why not Come up with me? "

For the next ten minutes, Lin Yuan was lost in Mrs. Huo's bottomless luxury cloakroom.

She exhaled and grabbed Yan Qing's hand: "You pick it up and wait for the live broadcast to start."

Yan Qing puzzled.

Lin Yuan said: "You must show off the little corner of the daily life of the rich lady!"

At 3:00, the live broadcast began, and a large wave of ex-fans with mixed emotions invaded the crowd. Some people came directly and ridiculed, but the next second of the picture shocked the family.

In the fast-moving comment area on the screen, there are only neat and dirty words.

"cloakroom?!"

"Larger than my living room ?!"

"Yes, your home is fine, it's three times bigger than my whole house!"

Yan Qing wore a seemingly simple home dress that was not loose and tightly wrapped around the bumpy figure. She had long legs and waist and big breasts. Now her hair is scattered, her makeup is exquisite, and the makeup is delicate. One stop in the cloakroom, almost blind.

Her last public appearance was on the show, and she didn't show up after a while, more eye-catching than before.

Someone can't help thinking of the elementary assessment of "The Peak Girl", Huo Yunshen uttered the amazing phrase "Princess". It turned out that it wasn't just talking, but was doing it by himself, and gave the princess treatment properly.

Yan Qing smiled sweetly, and did not pay attention to the reactions of others, and naturally chose clothes.

In fact, she was also shocked, and her inner swear words were connected.

She didn't come in very much! She did n’t know that it was so deep and full! According to Lin Yuan, all the luxury brand dresses in the new season are closely hung on a wall, and some limited models that other actresses cannot find are also left out in her closet.

Deeply this prodigal husband!

Yan Qing seemed to calmly choose a beige embroidered bead, and Lin Yuan gave her a thumbs up.

She went inside to change, and came out with another wave of wonder.

The reason why beauty is beauty is to make people meet for a moment and forget all prejudice about her.

Yan Qing walked into her exclusive workshop with the live broadcast camera, opened the door, and the comment area exploded again. The professional equipment was neat enough to make people blame, and all they could brush was "empty resources, no virtue.

She sat down in front of the piano with a smile, and played directly without a microphone, avoiding any doubts that might exist. Slender fingers pressed the keys and spoke like water.

Singing is a piece of "Qing Si" published, the ancient music is re-interpreted on the piano, and the treble sounds more comfortable than in the video.

Lin Yuan shook his fist in excitement, and the number of live broadcast viewers had already broken the expected record and was still climbing.

In the picture, the evening light spilled into the window, Yan Qing closed his eyes and sang, and his lips smiled, so that people inexplicably wanted to cry.

Because changing clothes was a delay, Yan Qing had already sang her original song at 4:55.

The number of people in the live broadcast room exploded.

Huo Yunshen has been waiting downstairs for more than half an hour.

He came back just after four o'clock and looked at his watch every three minutes. It was almost five o'clock. His wife was still working hard.

At four fifty-nine, Huo Yun couldn't bear it and rose upstairs.

The door of the live room was covered up, Yan Qing's singing came, Huo Yun stared deeply at the dial, and once the second hand arrived, he lowered his hand and pushed the door open decisively.

Yan Qing was frightened before thinking of the timeout.

The camera looked at her, and she raised her eyes, staring nervously at the man who did not intend to avoid suspicion at all.

The comment area is crazy.

"I'm relying on someone, who's who! Who shouldn't Huo!"

"Zhuo Huo will take care of such a trivial matter?"

Huo Yunshen ignored the work team in the room, with a clear goal, and went straight to Yan Qing by the window.

Yan Qing tried to whitewash Taiping before the live broadcast: "How do you come in, are you looking for something--"

Huo Yun's eyes were deep.

"Yes," he said lowly, and came to her, "Come in and find my baby."

Yan Qing's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Live broadcast too! He does not converge so much!

She quickly went to the comment area and exploded into a duet.

"I am deaf by me, baby ?! Really baby ?!"

"Cats! Look for cats!"

"Yes, it must be a cat!"

Yan Qing never gave up, and tried to change Mr. Huo's original intention for the second time: "... Looking for cats?"

Huo Yun stared deeply at the tip of her red ear and couldn't help but chuckled.

He bent his back slowly.

In the live footage, the tight waistline bound by the man's belt appeared first, followed by the chest, straight wide shoulders, and the attractive throat on the neckline of the shirt.

The comment area is completely irrational.

When the picture progressed to reveal thin lips, it stopped.

The man inadvertently stood at this angle, just close to Yan Qing, intimate but not overly amusing, just right.

Then, came the low magnetic sound line with his smile-

"Yes, please give me the Qingqing cat in my house."