Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing collapsed inwardly.

People, if you whitewash and conceal her true purpose, she may be able to deal with it.

But once it was spoken openly, the tone was taken for granted, but she could not help her.

Huo did not force her to come, she took the initiative.

It wasn't that I didn't sleep in the same bed before. That night, she voluntarily climbed into President Huo's bed that night.

Counting around, she really refused.

Huo Yunshen did not intend to discuss, just picked up the Qingqing cat wrapped in a dumpling, put the edge of the bed on his lap, pulled the cart with the plate, and slowly fed her to eat.

Yan Qing occupied Mr. Huo's thigh, and his elbows occasionally rubbed against his firm chest and abdomen.

Huo Yunshen held her, and the dark pupil added a strong dark color: "Wife, behind you is the bed. If you want to eat and sleep well, don't be troubled."

Yan Qing couldn't help but understand his deep meaning, his face warmed up rapidly, his eyes stolen and aimed downwards.

Huo Yunshen scooped up a shrimp and put it in her mouth: "Want to see it? Don't worry, when I take it off after eating, you can see more clearly."

Yan Qing choked on the shrimp and was fed soup by Huo.

She stared at Huo Yunshen with horror: "... I didn't watch it! Don't bother!"

Huo Yunshen wiped the soup from the corners of her mouth, leaned over her lips, and touched her curly hair restraintly: "No trouble, I have all my wife's belongings all over my body. It doesn't matter how you touch it.

The man ’s facial features are too close, like the silhouette polished by Seiko, which stimulates the senses. Yan Qing swallowed involuntarily, and his heart grew grass, and itchy fluttered back and forth. Belong to.

After the meal, Huo Yunshen really said that as he said, he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, ready to take it off.

Yan Qingman had nowhere to hide, covered his eyes with both hands, and heard his low laughter: "Afraid of anything, say to help me try a sweater, forgot?"

It was then that she was deliberately teased by President Huo, her ears were bleeding like blood, and she picked up the sweater, trying to help him put it on, but when her eyes were lifted, she was deeply scarred by the back of his spine. Stabbed.

Not only the marks left by the last burn, but also many scars similar to the wounds of blades and sticks.

Her brows were sore and she touched them gently with her fingertips.

His scorching temperature passed from his fingers, pouring into her bones and blood, wantonly disturbing her consciousness, and she blurted out: "How come again."

Huo Yun held his breath deep, and the hands on his side slowly clenched into fists: "What are you talking about?"

"I asked you how you have changed!" Yan Qing asked quickly, caressing his spine, and there was a layer of water between the eyelashes. "Several wounds on the waist, obviously before--"

She stopped abruptly, and after a moment, her eyes blinked in confusion.

……before? She talks nonsense.

She read Yun Qing's note, which read "Your back is injured", so she automatically determined that he should not have it on his waist?

Yan Qing was dark for a few seconds, her nerves were stirred one by one, her eye contour and ears were sore. Since drunk that time, she became more and more prone to headaches.

Even a headache, how stupid.

A few lines of Yun Qing moved the mood, not like her.

Huo Yunshen turned around and hugged her, massaged her palm against her temple, and coaxed: "Obey, we sleep, we won't hurt when we wake up."

When Yan Qing came to a clear head, the big bathrobe wrapped tightly outside of her was gone, so she wore a man's shirt barely to the thigh, lying in the arms of President Huo with super cuteness, and pillowed him on his arm. enjoy.

Huo Yun's deep forehead was stretched with blue muscles, and his hot and gloomy eyes looked at her straight, very refreshing.

Yan Qing quickly turned around and tried to crawl towards the bed, trying to take the quilt away.

Huo Yunshen reached out and grabbed her back, patting it comfortably, his voice dumb: "I don't move."

Yan Qing turned his back to him, shrunk into a small quail, and pushed the quilt desperately behind his back to separate him.

Huo Yunshen let her toss, her hands still trapped her.

"Qingbao," he called intimately, putting his hand on her forehead. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

His voice lightened: "I just want to hold you to sleep, you are not at home, I don't sleep well, don't you have to leave again tomorrow? It's only a few days since I came back, and I was left alone, shouldn't I give a little comfort? . "

Yan Qing pulled his pillow, his heart softened, and the hidden little desire was rising.

She slowly backed away and pressed her shoulder to his shoulder: "That's it, you can't get closer ... you remember to eat a few more meals and make up with points ..."

Huo Yunshen's arm wrapped up and hugged her tightly.

Yan Qing sank in his breath, looking at the void, and asked in a small voice: "I am really similar to Yun Qing? A small habit of her writing, I ... seems to have it."

Huo Yun's eyes were deep, and he glanced at the direction of the closet.

Qing Qing found out.

He put it there, hoping to wait for her to come over one day and think of the clue.

Enough is enough, he can't hurry.

Qing Qing walked hard, but he was approaching him step by step.

He wanted to surpass others and have a unique like. She ran and gave it to him delicately. Others, he was willing to wait.

Huo Yun deeply covered her forehead, soothing her discomfort: "You just need to remember that you will always be yourself."

Yan Qing fell asleep in the man's warm arms.

Confirming that she would not wake up, Huo Yunshen gently laid her flat, leaned over and kissed, grabbing the girl's sweet lips.

The lover thinking day and night is in his arms. He can do nothing but steal a kiss.

Desire to burn the blood, the body's crazy obsession with her was awakened.

He moistened the tip of his tongue and scraped her pinna, suppressing and asking, "Qing Qing, which day will you endure me?"

When Yan Qing woke up, the location around her was so cold that there was a stack of new clothes on the bedside, and the tag label was cut cleanly, for fear that she would see the price.

She got up and went to the bathroom, and she used a lot of cosmetics, even according to her habit.

Yan Qing was so beautiful that she was stupid when she looked in the mirror.

Lips! A little swollen!

She secretly gritted her teeth, Huo Yunshen said it nicely, while she was not prepared to steal a kiss!

The door was knocked cautiously, and Min Jing's voice came: "Mrs, are you awake? President Huo is at the morning meeting and tells me to take you directly to the airport. The luggage I need is ready, the stylist is waiting outside, Will be responsible for your makeup today. "

This is when Yan Qing remembered that she had to go to the award ceremony with the team today. This was the first time she went to the airport publicly after the show. Looking at the time, it was less than four hours before takeoff. She quickly dressed and put it on her lips. Smeared a cool lip balm.

Okay, for such an intimate share, forgive him, who is going to separate again, or off-site ...

Just give him candy.

When Yan Qing put her face on her face and put on makeup, the phone began to ring one after another. Ouyang broadcasted the airport grand occasion on the Internet in real time. The picture shows a surging crowd. Many people are holding long guns and short guns. There are also various small signs with her big head emoji.

The several-meter-long banner has been pulled up, and she chose a close-up photo of her wearing a feather skirt. The tears in her eyes were painted bright and crystal clear.

"Qingbao! Did you watch the new episode last night? Have you slaughtered again?"

"Not to mention anything else, the absolute singing skills and field control ability of" Flying Bird ", Wen Wan's home made wool handiwork, the most important thing is, did you cry before singing that day? There are screenshots with tears, and the station sisters The high-definition photo shoots bombed together. Congratulations on being topped by the Fairy Tears Rankings. You will see your tearful photos from all angles in the popular night!

She was crying ...

Seeing Huo Yunshen, weeping for him.

The stylist then leaned over, and at the end of her finished eyes, she used some highlighter and eye shadow to tick some clever tears, just the right embellishment, and flickered at the mirror.

"Really beautiful," the stylist smiled. "I haven't seen such a brilliant face in a circle for a long time."

As soon as the time came, Min Jing came in, stunned at the sight of Yan Qing, and expressed deep sympathy for Brother Shen.

Regardless of men and women on the Internet, one after another, he called his wife to Yan Qing, and turned it around casually, "new wife is beautiful to my place and ascended to heaven", "Ah, ah, I live again! I have a wife!" Wipe your wife! Spend money for your wife! Let your wife knit sweater! "......

He can see toothache, not to mention the mood of Brother Shen.

As soon as her airport debuts today, there will definitely be blessings to leave the stage and the real picture of the show, and it will even heat up.

I didn't know where Shen Ge went after the meeting, but I didn't come to send it personally.

Yan Qing converged with the big troops outside the airport. In this line, there were not only eight other players and staff, but also the mentor Sulli, who was a red carpet guest and leader, and sat on the same flight with everyone.

In the long babysitter's car, Su Li closed his eyes indifferently, only to see Yan Qing when he arrived, and then looked away, his pupils shrunk, pressing against the amazing surge inside.

At a reception when he was a boy, he followed his parents to attend, and had an unforgettable glance at Yunjia's elaborate little daughter.

He has imagined countless times, what should look like when Yun Qing breaks away from childishness, and fully blooms.

Now, he saw it.

Yan Qing said with a smile: "Mr. Su."

Su Li bends her lips and shows a soft face to the others, stinging softly: "There will be many people in the airport. If you are nervous, follow me."

Yan Qing didn't follow him, An Anfen and the sister group walked together, never rushing Su Dingliu's heat.

Before entering the waiting hall, she flipped her phone, and Mr. Huo never sent a message.

She was a little empty in her heart, pursing her lips.

... She stole her account, she kindly didn't count with him, but he didn't care about it, and as she approached the departure, she didn't ask her a question.

"Qingbao, don't be dazed, it's time to go, a lot of people will shoot you and cheer up."

Yan Qing said: "When Su Li is here, he must have filmed him. Our fans are probably all squeezed. We may need to look carefully ..."

The girls laughed, and after a short preparation, Yi Yanqing stood at the forefront and stepped into the public eye.

Yan Qing didn't expect that such a scene would be greeted by her at the airport.

The sounds of mountains and rivers, giant banners pulled up by several people's walls, and the constant sound of professional cameras surrounded and bumped, countless people's lips were moving, and all her names were shouting.

It was even halfway with Zurich, even a little higher.

Zurich was surrounded by bodyguards.

However, the actual popularity of the program team to Yan Qing was unexpected, and only three or two accompanying staff hurriedly went to protect it, which was completely inadequate.

When Yan Qing was about to be hit, Su Li tried to come over, but from nowhere came a team of well-trained tall girls, all of whom were agile and professionally formed an encircling circle to isolate the crowd.

Yan Qing was too late to be shocked one after another by accident. Among the enthusiastic fans who were blocked, he captured the most unbelievable figure.

The man was wearing a dark gray sweater knitted by hand, and the hat and mask were very strict. His slender figure was always eye-catching. He stood in the chaos. He was looking at her across many complicated obstacles. Pressed her to shoot.

Yan Qing's lips covered with lipstick were faintly hot, and her heart was also mentioned in the throat.

Then, the man pulled a small sticky sign with adhesive from his pocket, attached it to the camera, and lifted it towards her.

The above sentence is still: "Qingbao, I am here."

Yan Qing never thought that the original human heart could be upset at the first moment, and then filled with fireworks at the next moment.

She didn't dare to look at him again, she looked away, her eyes shone with mist, and she couldn't help but smile on her face, which was captured by large and small lenses.

Huo Yunshen deliberately!

What I said was apart, I couldn't see it for a few days, it was all wrong!

He left early in the morning and never contacted her. He came here early to be a fan.

No wonder there will be so many people on the scene, and the battle of Zurich will be overwhelmed. She understands it. It is all childish Huo, in order to make his wife enough to play, he specially invited the nursery!

In the VIP waiting room of the airport, the heat of Yan Qing's ears never went down, spreading to the eyes and also reddening.

She made a fan with her hand and desperately fanned herself.

Ouyang's excitement hasn't gone down yet. She pulled her and said, "My Qingbao is so powerful! There are so many people, is it too exciting to stop!"

Yan Qing sincerely: "Fuyun, all are clouds!"

All her husband bought for it!

Yan Qing couldn't let it go and looked around carefully, always feeling that someone would not leave so easily.

A moment later, the accompanying An Lan returned with the boarding pass and distributed it to everyone. When she arrived at Yan Qing, she patted her and said, "Yan Yan, there is something wrong with your ticket temporarily. There is no way but you can change it. After signing in another class, the time is ten minutes away, nothing will be affected, and we will meet later. "

Su Li sat a little farther, and after hearing it, she looked deep.

Yan Qing squeezed her unique ticket, her chest was jumping.

She boarded the plane from the other boarding gate, and the stewardess smiled and led her to the front.

The first-class cabin of this plane is not large, with a total of less than ten seats, separated from the back, quiet and private, and the noise is almost inaudible.

Yan Qing sat down and the stewardess brought the juice. She held it and her fingers were tight. She just wanted to take a sip of moist throat. On the carpet of the aisle, there was a gentle footstep approaching. Replace her juice with a cup of milk tea.

He said, "Good boy, drink hot."

Yan Qing bumped into the chest, raised his head, and faced Huo Yunshen, who had disguised his disguise.

He got out of Qingqing's fan pile, and the pupil still contained a gloomy yet unresolved, powerful, staring at the tear marks drawn at the end of her eyes, and slowly licked her lower lip.

"Mr. Huo," Yan Qing strives for a stable tone. "Do you want to explain."

Huo Yunshen sat next to her, leaned over, buckled her seat belt with her long fingers, raised her eyelashes, and looked at her closely: "Chasing his wife at the airport, traveling with her wife."

"It also includes buying fans for my wife?"

"I bought a little." Most of them are true, otherwise he will not be stimulated.

"It also includes changing the flight of the wife without permission?"

Huo Yunshen said: "There is another explanation for this matter. I think my wife wants to get along with each other and can not let go on the plane. During the three-hour flight, no one in this small space disturbed."

Spending money again!

Yan Qing bit her lip and couldn't help smiling: "... how are you wearing this today, aren't all the expensive brands in the closet?"

"Like," he said, "I want you to be in the crowd and see me for the first time."

At this point, President Huo was satisfied, he was calmed down by his wife a little bit, ready to enjoy the hard-won alone.

The problem is that he is possessive and can't stop, thinking of the fan station, so he turned on the camera before the plane took off, picked Qingqing to take a few beautiful previews of the photos taken on the camera, and logged in to Weibo. Go up.

How does the light picture work.

He solemnly matched the topic of Yan Qing and five words: "This is my wife."

Look again, the more beautiful you look, the more you do n’t want to share.

But declare sovereignty.

Qing Qing looked at his camera, and when she saw it, she was different, and she was his.

President Huo seriously pressed "release" and waited for the jealousy coming from swarming.

However, three minutes later, he clicked on the rapidly increasing number of referral pages and saw hundreds of the same content-

"The blogger is so shameless! Obviously my wife!"

Huo Zhenggong · Yunshen: ... damn, mad.