She was very gentle, her long black hair fluttered in the night wind, half covering her small cheeks, and the light in her eyes was extra soft because of guilt, making Huo Yunshen's smashed heart reassemble into shape.
Qingqing's memory has been destroyed, but there are countless habits and subconsciousness buried in her bones and blood.
In the past, when he was sad and sullen, she would always come over obediently, pull him down by the collar, touch the top of his head with her tender hand, comfort her with a glutinous mouth, and replace "Yunshen" with a more intimate word : "My family is deeply wronged."
Now she forgot him and tried her best to escape, but in the depths of her consciousness that she couldn't even touch herself, she was still his Qingqing.
Huo Yun's eyes were so hot that they were burning, he grabbed Yan Qing's hand, pulled her into his arms, and choked in his throat: "If you say that you don't know me, you can see exactly where my weakness is, the knife stabs her so hard. allow."
The skin of Yan Qing's auricle was scorched by the heat, and it was hard to move.
Huo Yunshen was comforted, but those grievances rose, and his desire for her intensified. He wanted to beg her for more love, and even wanted to lock her up, trapped in a world with only him, so that no one else could touch.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "I know I don't need to apologize, why did I come back? Don't you want me to get out? What if I'm in pain and sick, do you care?!"
Want to hear "Care"...
I beg you to say "care".
However, Yan Qing had a good reason: "Because... Because I feel bad in my heart, isn't it enough to be kind?"
Huo Yun's teeth trembled slightly.
Yan Qing was immersed in his body temperature, her heart rate continued to be unbalanced, and her ears were ringing.
Just as she was about to push him away, she heard his voice was much lower, his lips rubbed against her earlobe, and he muttered almost pleadingly: "Qingqing, when I say this, I hope you will tell me... you care."
The person who pressed her with red eyes just now put down her body and took the initiative to open her heart, revealing her most vulnerable wishes.
Yan Qing found sadly that she refused to speak.
Mr. Huo, who was calling for wind and rain outside, ran in front of her and suffered a lot of abuse. Now he pitifully only asks for two words in his mouth.
It would be too bad to disagree.
Besides, whether it was out of apology or being a "special friend" after spending a few days together, she always cared.
Yan Qing sighed, relaxed his body unconsciously, and said cooperatively, "Yes, I care, even if I'm a friend—"
Huo Yunshen didn't let her say the following words, and pressed down the kiss indiscriminately.
Yan Qing knew she couldn't tolerate it any longer, and resolutely broke free: "Mr. Huo, it's enough, you remember to take the medicine, I'm leaving. Also... My feet are inconvenient. I need to rest during this time. Don't come to me. "
She was quick-witted, pushed Huo Yunshen back before he was about to get out of the car, closed the door, jumped on one leg a little embarrassedly, jumped back to the bright light outside the building, and glanced back a little.
He didn't come out, presumably to see her escape too badly.
But his eyes were like a shadow, sticking to her body.
Yan Qing's phone vibrated.
Yun Shen: "I can't stop learning enough, not before, and even less after today."
… not worth the pity!
Yan Qing held the phone high, turned it off to show him, and limped into the building door.
This building is the main building of the recording venue. The players' daily accommodation, meals, and training are in it. Yan Qing made up her mind. With her current injury, she has reason to stay out of the building until the next recording, so she simply It's good to grow inside, no one can take her out.
Huo Yun saw that she was injured, and he should have some scruples.
Well, here comes the freedom! Although it may be short, hiding a day counts as a day.
The dormitory has been re-divided according to the primary evaluation. There are four people in one room. The number of people in the BCDF group is even, and the allocation is simple. However, there are nine people in the A group. Because of the inconvenience of the foot injury, the privilege of enjoying the single dormitory is reasonable and reasonable, and it has been approved by all the players.
Yan Qing was standing in front of her room and was taking the key to open the door. The dormitories next to her were opened one after another, and the girls in different colored uniforms rushed towards her and were concerned.
The small dormitory soon filled up, and a litter of little sparrows chirped.
"Goddess of Kapok! Ask for an autograph!"
Yan Qing: "I haven't signed it, so it might not look good..."
"OMG! You are really Kapok! I love your songs, you know! All girls listen to me! Touch her! Get your talent!"
Yan Qing laughed: "Don't imitate Li Jiaqi."
"Yan Yan, is your foot injury serious? That Song Xueran is going too far! Fortunately, everything has been found out, and it's fair to you, otherwise she will be miserable."
Yan Qing listened for a while, and understood the ins and outs.
Song Xueran is an orphan. She made her debut as a member of a girl group three years ago without much success. Her contract was about to expire, so she was sent to participate in the draft by the company. No longer renewing the contract, the ponytail was her teammate, who came with her, obeyed her orders, knew that her conditions were not as good as Song Xueran, and wanted to rely on her to mix more scenes and topics.
Destiny hangs in a draft, Song Xueran will do whatever it takes to rub off on scandals, deliberately steal Yan Qing's clinical girl's hairpin and sprinkle it on the ground, and bribe the staff who lined up the order of appearance in the primary evaluation. Yan Qing, an opponent who would overshadow her.
Although the facts are conclusive, in the final analysis, this incident did not cause serious harm. Even if Yan Qing's injury was used for identification, it was a normal minor injury, and it was not enough to convict Song Xueran of any crime, so she was only expelled from the show in the end.
When he was sent away, Song Xueran was still crying unwillingly, and didn't think he did anything wrong.
"But I think," said the little curly hair imitating Li Jiaqi, "Song Xueran's black material can explode so fast, and the whole Internet knows it all afternoon, and she is completely ruined. There must be a big person behind her."
Everyone was excited for a while, holding their faces and looking forward to seeing Yanqing, hoping that she would talk about a certain important person.
Ouyang made a clearance beside him: "Don't make trouble, Yan Yan is a wealthy family."
"Ah, yes-"
"Indeed, I heard that it is a family friend."
"We might say that it's really the eldest lady who came out to the entertainment industry to escape from the billions of dollars in wealth."
"It's no wonder that the food boxes and makeup boxes were so expensive before—as expected, they were sent by my family!"
Yan Qing wanted to cry but couldn't cry, wanted to explain but couldn't open her mouth, okay... It's hard to get to this point, being a fake eldest lady is easier than being a runaway wife of a domineering president.
When the crowd dispersed, it was already late at night, Yan Qing lay on the bed and took out his mobile phone, only to find that Huo Yunshen had sent WeChat.
is a photo.
In the photo, the double bed, Mr. Huo is lying on one side, only a little hair tip is exposed, and the pillow on the other side...
She actually put her thermos cup? !
Yan Qing's ears were inexplicably hot.
… abnormal.
She threw her phone at the end of the bed, stepped on her feet a few times, and wanted to fall asleep, but she couldn't help thinking about a few moments in the night.
There were tears in Mr. Huo's eyes, and she was so distressed that she panicked.
Listening to his cough and knowing that he was in pain, she instinctively took care of him and coaxed him.
Calling him baby and getting close to him was obviously a taboo, but she really couldn't stop herself.
It always seemed that there was something that did not belong to her consciousness, which manipulated her at certain moments, sour and hot for him.
Yanqing's temple began to hurt like a knife, and she felt a slight dizziness. She curled up in a ball under the quilt. When she recovered, these doubts seemed to disappear again, and she found a legitimate reason.
Mr. Huo is good-looking, and good-looking people are naturally painful.
Originally, she did something wrong, and it is normal to make up for it with a humility and a soft heart.
Who can resist beauty
And she suspects...
Yan Qing shivered and wrapped herself in the quilt, and asked Void carefully in the dark: "Goddess Yunqing, to be honest, sometimes... Did you possess me?"
After three days of peace, Yanqing got up early and went to bed late every day. When she couldn't practice dancing and had obvious shortcomings in the next knockout, she had to work hard to practice songs and choose the songs that could give full play to her strengths.
The program team specially allocated her a small practice room. She stayed in it from morning to night, but only occasionally shook her head. She always felt that someone was watching her. She looked around a few times and couldn't find it. Not revealing either.
Mr. Huo sent a lot of messages, she basically pretended not to see, and refused to call on the grounds that her mobile phone was not around, and it was even more impossible to meet.
... It's not that she is hypocritical, who asked him to take a thermos cup for sexual innuendo!
There was a thin snowfall on the third night, there was no wind, and the air was clean and refreshing, so the program team decided to go out and shoot some exteriors.
It was filmed in batches from F to A. Yanqing was arranged at the very end. Her foot injury was much better and she could walk normally. She was in the practice room wearing headphones while practicing songs while waiting for her turn.
At 9:30, Yan Qing heard the girls in the corridor shouting that the group B was shot. The song on her earphone just cut to a fast-paced English song, and two text messages popped up on the phone, an unfamiliar number.
"Yanyan, I'm An Lan. The phone is out of power and borrowed from someone else. Before you shoot, you should come to the backyard first. I represent the show team. I need to communicate with you privately about Mr. Huo."
"By the way, don't call, it's inconvenient for others to listen. I'll wait for you at the backyard bridge now."
Yan Qing's heart sank. Could it be that Huo Yunshen couldn't catch her and went to trouble the show team again? !
An Lan is not someone who makes a big fuss. If he would say so, there must be something important.
Yan Qing didn't dare to delay, and ran out of the practice room quickly. The earphones were still hanging and too late to pick them up. The rhythm of the English songs in it was fast, and it shook with her heartbeat.
After leaving the building door, Xueluo put her shoulders on her shoulders, and Yan Qing felt cold. She tugged on the placket of her clothes, avoiding the large group of troops photographed in the distance, and went around to the other side of the building to rush towards the backyard.
Huo Yunshen stood in the snow for a long time.
He didn't get a response from Qingqing for three days, so he ran upstairs to see her on the opposite side, and was blocked by her curtains. He didn't want to be embarrassed during her injury. Wait, want to meet her.
After finally seeing it, she avoided the crowd with an uneasy look, and didn't even hear his voice.
Huo Yun frowned deeply and chased after him.
Yan Qing ran near the covered bridge and didn't find An Lan. She breathed out a warm breath into her frozen palms. Only then did she realize that the earphones were still there. She hurriedly took off her earphones and called out softly.
There was a faint response from the dim trees beside the covered bridge.
With the voice, a figure appeared, standing in the dark, with a thin silhouette, tied in a ponytail, wearing a mask, and wearing work clothes waving to her. An Lan has recently caught a cold and often wears a mask. She is right.
Yan Qing ran towards her and hurriedly asked, "Sister Anlan, did he make trouble for the show crew?"
An Lan didn't answer, just let out a low laugh.
In the dim darkness with unknown lights, the laughter was short and strange, causing Yan Qing's scalp to go numb.
… not right!
Yan Qing hurriedly wanted to retreat, but the distance between her and the figure had shrunk to a very short distance. "An Lan" quickly raised a full dark glass bottle in her hand, pulled the lid off, raised her head with a smile, and stared at her red eyes. Yan Qing.
Yan Qing's mind exploded.
Not An Lan at all!
It was Song Xueran who deliberately dressed up as An Lan!
Almost at the same moment, she heard heavy and rapid footsteps coming from the side, and a man shouting in a different tone, calling her name.
Yan Qing's whole body was stiff and she tried to hide, but her legs were weak and she only took a small step.
Her blood was frozen, and she couldn't even turn her head to look at the person who called her.
Song Xueran grinned: "I'm already like this, I'm not afraid of anything! I have to drag you down when I go to hell!"
She raised her arms, a pungent smell came from the mouth of the bottle, and the viscous liquid splashed against Yan Qing's face.
Yan Qing couldn't even utter a single breath, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the man who was rushing towards her desperately.
Her fear reached an unprecedented peak, and she instinctively wanted to push him away, but her cold fingers touched his clothes, and he was dragged over by him.
In the blink of an eye, Huo Yunshen didn't have time to make any extra moves. He used his tall body as a barrier to protect Yan Qing tightly and tightly in his arms.