The dormitory broadcasts the wake-up call on time at 7:00 every morning, but Yan Qing usually sets his own alarm clock for 5:30, gets up early to practice dancing, and tries his best to make up for his weaknesses.
Today's alarm clock has no bell, just a dull vibration.
Yan Qing woke up and asked the phone vaguely, "Why are you not ringing..."
The phone replied with a faint smile, with a tired hoarse voice: "Because you are still calling me."
Yan Qing was stunned for a while, and fluttered as if his tail was being stepped on. Looking at the screen carefully, the call time was more than six hours, and he didn't hang up all night.
"...You haven't slept yet?!"
Huo Yunshen gave a low "um": "Your voice has always been there, and you are reluctant to sleep."
Yan Qing reasoned: "Then you won't be here if you hang up?"
He answered fluently: "I can't sleep without your voice."
Yan Qing was confused by Mr. Huo's rogue theory. She hugged her thin legs on the bed and asked worriedly, "Is there any way to let you sleep?"
He needs to take care of his body, and if it goes on like this, he will definitely collapse.
On the news, there were so many incidents of sudden death due to lack of rest, and she didn't want it to happen to Huo Yunshen.
"Maybe there's only one," he said slowly, rubbing at her ears, "you sleep next to me."
Yan Qing tried her best not to collapse, and said tenderly, "Deep, don't tease me."
In a deep and dignified tone: "I'm telling the truth."
Yan Qing hung up his phone with hatred, but she still cared about it, and tentatively sent a message to Min Jing, asking him the deep reason for Mr. Huo's insomnia. Although she learned about his condition last time, she still didn't know more.
Min Jing simply called: "Miss Yan, I said last time that his condition is a relatively serious stress disorder, a mental trauma caused by overstimulation, not insomnia in the general sense. On the morning of the accident, he slept in the At home, Yun Qing went out to buy breakfast, and was kidnapped outside the house, and he lost her just by the door."
Yan Qing raised her eyes and looked at the bright little girl in the photo.
"At that time, he was tortured to such a degree that he couldn't sleep or eat, and he hated these two things from the bottom of his heart. Over time, his body and spirit became instinctive. When he fell asleep, he would repeatedly dream that Yunqing left him, and it would be difficult to eat. , always remember the breakfast she didn't buy."
Yan Qing asked softly, "He took sleeping and eating as his fault, didn't he?"
If you don't sleep, Qingqing won't throw it away, and if you don't eat, Qingqing won't go out.
He blamed everything on himself.
"It's understandable," Min Jing affirmed. "No matter how good a doctor is, there's nothing he can do about him. They can only relieve and maintain him."
"In other words, he had a part of his life and died with Yunqing on the day of the accident, but if you showed up, he would still be saved."
"If you want to untie the bell, you can only rely on the person who ties the bell."
Yan Qing sighed bitterly.
It turned out that Mr. Huo didn't tease her, he was telling the truth.
But the warm-hearted little wife who can cure his illness is really not easy to be.
Min Jing finished talking to Yan Qing, sorted out the information, got out of the car, rang the doorbell, and entered Huo Yunshen's villa. Standing in the living room, he looked up at the spiral staircase and almost lost his eyes, so he hurriedly adjusted his glasses.
His brother Shen wears black and gray formal clothes all the year round, and he doesn't look like a young man in his twenties at all. He doesn't dare to say it, and he doesn't dare to care.
Today is a good day, I finally changed my clothes, a simple pair of black trousers and a loose navy blue sweater. The short hair was not deliberately taken care of, it naturally fell down to cover a little bit of eyebrows and eyes, and lost a lot of power, just like the one in school before. A rebellious and wicked boy.
Min Jing let out a "wow", and Xingxingyan applauded, feeling that he had also returned to his teenage years: "Brother, you are so handsome!"
Huo Yun went downstairs with an expressionless face, and after a while, he asked, "Are you sure?"
Min Jingkuang nodded.
Huo Yun pursed the corners of his mouth, looked down at his shirt, and touched the corner cherishingly.
It was bought for him by Qingqing three years ago. He wrapped it with three layers inside and three layers and guarded it. Today, he took it out for the first time and wore it.
He has a poor personality and poor health. He is paler and thinner than before, and he has many old and new scars on his body. Not to mention his reputation in the outside world.
Counting over and over, there is nothing that can please Qingqing.
I can only make myself look better, maybe I can change her to pay more attention.
After all, she was going to the entertainment industry, and there were so many all kinds of coquettish bitches, and he couldn't bear Qingqing always going to see others.
Huo Yun glanced at the thin documents in Min Jing's hand, his eyes turned cold: "Just these few?"
"Yes, there are too few things that can be found," Min Jing frowned and handed the items respectfully, "The life trajectory that Yan Qing said can be traced in Canada, it is not fabricated out of thin air. In the field of 'serious illness', the hospitalization and medical records have been found, but nothing abnormal can be seen, the case shows a normal disease and has nothing to do with memory."
"As for her parents, of course it can't be the Yun family couple, they are a Chinese couple who have never appeared before, and their real identities have been erased, but it is certain that their deaths in a car accident were an accident."
"I guess this couple is a tool used to tie Yan Qing abroad, or even monitor her, because this accident happened and they died, Yan Qing had the opportunity to return to China and meet you on the bridge. "
Huo Yunshen's eyes stopped on a few pages of the investigation report, his fingers folded together, and he clenched the paper into a ball, and squeezed it tightly in his palm.
After Qingqing's biological mother passed away early, it was because she always had a trace of affection towards her father Yun Chengze that she tolerated the Yun family's harsh treatment again and again. He kidnapped his biological daughter who had been neglected for many years.
Later, he took control of the Huo family and only learned from their mouths when he forced the Yun family to seek revenge.
The Yun family encountered a major financial crisis at the time, and Yun Chengze planned to use Qingqing as a gift to give away, so he tied her to a private jet.
Who to give it to, where to go, no one knows.
The only certainty is that the plane crashed midway, Yun Chengze died, and traces of the remains were found, but there was no Qingqing. When she came back, she would meet on the bridge in a flash of life and death, and she already didn't remember his Yanqing.
Even if he wiped out all the remaining members of the Yun family and killed everyone who had bullied Qingqing, he would not be able to vent the slightest pain and anger.
Three years of blankness, the suffering she has suffered, he can't touch it now.
Huo Yunshen opened his bloodshot eyes: "Continue to investigate, starting with the neurological drug that Dr. He detected. According to the detailed report he provided later, in the past year, Qingqing still has traces of use."
Min Jing nodded.
He knew that Brother Shen couldn't mess with him now, it would explode at a moment, and just as he was about to exit, Huo Yunshen said again: "Make an appointment for the small kitchen at noon in the pharmacy restaurant."
"... The kitchen? Not ordering? Brother, what are you doing?"
Huo Yunshen opened his lips slightly, and threw him two words: "Do, cook."
Then, send it by yourself and eat with Qingqing.
He missed her and couldn't wait.
Yan Qing had a very full schedule in the morning. She met with the members of the new team to study the repertoire and performance style of the next knockout. After a couple of matches, she found that Ouyang and Xiao Curly Mao had nothing to say, but the three little girls who came in at the end were too Cowardly, there are indeed shortcomings in business capabilities. It is difficult to integrate and win this battle together within a few days.
The little curly hair quietly proposed two plans, either give up the three of them, just highlight the good ones, and win votes for themselves, or take care of the collective, lower the level, and cooperate with the poor ones.
The five eyes all looked at Yan Qing.
Yan Qing bent her lips and made a final decision in front of everyone as the captain: "I choose the third one. If it's good, I have to show it. As for not good enough, let her be better."
It's hard to say it proudly.
When it was time for lunch in the cafeteria, Yan Qing was exhausted and had no appetite at all. His chopsticks poked at the rice in the bowl, making it hard to swallow. He couldn't help but drift a little, thinking of the man who couldn't sleep all night.
It was after twelve o'clock, and I didn't know if he had anything to eat.
There were a lot of people in the cafeteria, so she couldn't openly take out her forbidden mobile phone to ask him, so she could only tangle silently in her heart.
It's time to make a cure for Mr. Huo.
But she was so hungry, the food was unpalatable, she had no love for life, and had no strength to move her brain.
Yan Qing was holding her chin, and the security door not far from her seat was pulled open.
"Call me?" Yan Qing hurriedly stood up, "what's the matter, auntie?"
Auntie smiled: "I'm a little busy, can you help me?"
Yan Qing briefly explained to the girls at the same table, and refused them to follow.
Auntie looked around alertly to make sure that no one was there, and then covered her mouth and said, "You go up one floor, and there is a handsome and handsome food delivery man who said he brought you something delicious."
Food delivery person? !
Yan Qing's heart skipped a beat, she looked up, but couldn't see the figure clearly. She raced up against the clock and saw a familiar figure on the stairs around the corner.
He stretched his straight long legs and sat on the steps, wearing a rare casual sweater, a baseball cap on his head, and two large thermal buckets in his arms.
Hearing her approaching, he raised his head and lifted the brim of his hat.
A pair of narrow and sharp eyes, dark pupils, faintly revealing eager and colorful light.
The phrase "Mr. Huo" was replaced by "Shen Shen" in a timely manner by Yan Qing, and he asked in surprise, "Why are you here, and you said that you are a food delivery man."
Huo Yun's eyes narrowed slightly: "That's right, I'm your food delivery man."
He unscrewed the lid like last time, letting the fragrance waft out, and his laughter was shallow, but his ears were soft and soft: "Qingqingmao, can we have dinner together?"
At present, Qingqing cat has its tail raised and must meow.
Mr. Huo glanced at the steps with a little embarrassment and said, "The ground is dirty and cold. I only brought a cushion."
Yan Qing is clever: "Then I'll squat and eat."
"Squatting with sore legs, how do you practice dancing?" Mr. Huo was very considerate, his eyes glanced over his stretched legs, "Come here and sit here."
Yan Qing's ears are hot
… eat on your lap? !
"No," she had to object again, and she had to be sweet and sweet, it was very difficult, "I can eat while standing."
"Stand, how to feed me."
Yan Qing almost bit his tongue: "Hello, hello?"
Huo Yunshen's face was soaked in the light from the window, so soft that Yan Qing was stunned and held his breath slightly.
He said calmly: "I'm a patient, I can't sleep, I can't eat, the former depends on you to accompany you, but you refuse, and the latter depends on you to feed, do you also refuse? You are my wife, I can't let you eat together. There is no place to sit, right?"
Yan Qing was defeated by Mr. Huo with a few words.
This man's logic has always crushed her. No matter whether he is reasonable or not, he can say the flower with a calm face.
Yan Qing doesn't care, anyway, she is now a petite wife, and coaxing her husband to eat is only natural.
She put on a sweet smile, sat on Mr. Huo's long lap in a subtle manner, took the full porcelain bowl, and fed a carrot to his mouth. When she was about to continue sending it forward, she suddenly retracted her hand. Subconsciously, he said, "Hey, wrong, you don't like carrots."
She put it into her mouth and fed him a piece of rotten pork ribs, only to see Huo Yunshen's expression changed, the emotions in his eyes turned upside down, and he tightly pinched her waist.
Yan Qing was shocked: "What's wrong with you!"
Huo Yun stared at her intently, as if he wanted to laugh, but rubbing his restrained tears, he demanded with a hiss, "What I said before, say it again!"
Yan Qing said involuntarily, "You...don't like...carrots."
Huo Yun clasped the back of her neck and stared into the depths of her eyes, but when he spoke, he kept the volume very low, for fear of scaring her, and asked slowly, "How do you know, I don't like to eat."
Yan Qing's chopsticks loosened and fell into the bowl.
Her blank mind tensed for a moment, something flashed, too fast to capture, and returned to normal in a blink of an eye.
"I..." She licked her lips that were inexplicably dry, and asked suspiciously, "I should have listened to you, right?"
Huo Yun's deep chest was hot and he wanted to embed her in his body, melt it into the blood and hide it in the blood. He suppressed it as hard as he could, forcing himself not to behave too abnormally, and said hoarsely, "You don't need to give me the answer, just remember, I asked Your words are enough."
This was the first time she remembered the details that belonged only to him.
He believes that there will be countless times in the future.
After enough time, Qingqing may connect in series and remember the Huo Yunshen who once existed in her life. Even if it is only an afterimage, he will be content with it.
Huo Yun raised his lips, his eyes full of water, and he pulled her closer, begging in a deep voice, "Wife, feed me."
Yan Qing could not fathom the special feeling in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and her head hurt. Huo Yunshen's reaction was obviously not right, and she subtly interpreted it as the patient's emotional impermanence.
She fed the spareribs and meat, and gave up: "Your petite wife has applied for a temporary offline. She is also hungry and needs to feed herself."
After she finished speaking, she handed the small bowl to Huo Yunshen, scooped out a larger bowl, turned her back in a panic, and sat on his lap to eat with her head down.
Her back is very narrow, a slender strip, the most suitable for being held in her arms.
Huo Yunshen pressed out countless red marks on the palm of his hand before he controlled his hands.
Now is not the time, if she is too extreme, she will not dare to go home at night.
Huo Yunshen reminded unintentionally: "I have business in the afternoon. If I want to come back after dark, the car and driver will be left for you and parked in the same place. When you are done, you can go home at any time."
Yan Qing's bulging cheeks stopped, her almond eyes lit up, and everything else was immediately forgotten.
The head of household is not at home!
Can she just go wild!
The coveted recording room, the curious cloakroom, and the large soft bed that is hundreds of times more comfortable than the small bed in the dormitory! She can be alone and enjoy herself!
She turned her head with a pure face, and enthusiastically rewarded her husband with a piece of yam: "Shen Shen, you can go to work with confidence, it doesn't matter how late it is, leave it to me at home!"
Yan Qing had enough to eat and drink enough to feed her husband. She went into the practice room full of fighting spirit and continued to fight, but her heart always seemed to grow grass and she couldn't settle down. What floated in front of her eyes were all those charming goblins in the mansion.
She calmly prepared the single-person task list in the team carefully, distributed it, and immediately ran to find An Lan, put her hands together and asked for leave: "Please, Sister An Lan."
An Lan knew that she was diligent and responsible, and would never slack off. Besides, after two injuries, she felt ashamed, and she let it go after a few words.
For the first time, Yan Qing got into the Huo family's luxury car with such anticipation, and went straight to her newlywed little family.
When she got home, as soon as the door closed, the huge mansion was completely her world.
Little did he know that in a spare business van that seemed to be empty in the courtyard, someone lifted his eyes from the document and smiled.
Through the window of the living room, he watched Yan Qing run from the first floor to the second floor like a happy one. He didn't come down for a long time. He guessed that she was going to play in the recording room, so he closed the job, opened the door and got out of the car, and quietly explained Open the fingerprint lock and enter the door.
She stood for only a moment, and her scent was in the air.
He lied to her to come back early today, and he also hoped that the house could have more of her scent, and even if she was away, he could give him a little comfort.
Yan Qing didn't bother to look at the cloakroom and the bedroom, she unscrewed the door lock of the recording room with a clear goal, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
She stroked everywhere and still didn't have the real sense that these things belonged to her.
When I was in Canada, my parents often frowned at her singing and composing music, and sometimes they would watch over her, let her be honest at home, and avoid doing those "useless things". Of course, there were very few tools and resources she could use. When I was in the window of a professional store, I was reluctant to leave.
Now... better than the window, everything is in front of her.
No one would interfere with her. For the first time, she was given her own safe place, where she could do whatever she liked.
Yan Qing touched it with her fingertips carefully. After getting used to it for a while, she couldn't control her excitement. She unscrewed the sound experiment effect and played a dance song that was used in dance practice every day.
The moment the rhythm came out, the superior sound quality made her jump with joy.
At first, she was a little nervous, but it didn't take long for her to accept the fact that this was her own territory, and her husband came back very late, and it was her home at the moment.
Feel free to indulge.
The melody and the body have been matched by hundreds of times of practice, Yan Qing's complexion gradually turned crimson, she threw off her slippers, and twisted her waist naturally on the warm floor with her bare feet.
The coat is in the way, take it off.
Trousers are also long-winded, take them off.
Yan Qing was left with a tight-fitting short T-shirt and bottoming shorts. He was completely immersed in the fast-paced drum beat. Focus on doing what is standard in the practice room.
The girl group dance, she has learned, it is super sexy!
Huo Yunshen sat downstairs unbearably, wanting to give her more time to be free, until she heard a single looping dance song and a slight sound of stepping on the floor.
His Adam's apple rolled, realizing what she was doing, he couldn't wait any longer, walked up the stairs slowly, stopped silently in front of the recording room door, and unscrewed the handle.
There is no mirror inside.
Yan Qing's long eyelashes fell, dancing at will by feeling.
Her waist was slender and porcelain white, her long legs were evenly boned, her hair was slightly soaked with light sweat, and a few strands were stuck to her flawless cheeks.
Huo Yun's mouth was deep and dry, and his eyes were hot on her.
his treasure.
In front of him, his soft waist moved unpreparedly.
Yan Qing was overjoyed, not paying attention to the sweat dripping on the floor, she stepped on it with bare feet, slipped out of control, leaned back, and was about to fall down.
She couldn't hold back the momentum of the fall, and had a premonition that she would be hurt badly, so she closed her eyes in panic and waited for the pain.
However, what really hit was the man's violently agitating chest.
Yan Qing's body froze, and his back, which was close to him, unknowingly swelled with heat, flowing to his limbs.
She's done... Caught!
The man's arms seemed to have long been unbearable, and they wrapped tightly around her from behind to hold her, and a low voice sounded above her head, wantonly disturbing her nerves: "My dear, that time I owe it, can I dance for my husband again? to compensate?"