Huo Yunshen's body temperature was stained on the coat, and it had a dry and heavy texture, which was inexplicably reassuring.
It was very cold for Yanqing to come all the way, and being entangled by him like this, it was like a small zongzi stuffing properly wrapped in leaves, not only the chill was gone, but also steamed by the way.
The more intimate you are, the more you can feel that there is an indescribable fit between the two bodies.
Yan Qing couldn't tell whether it was dry or stuffy, her ears turned red, and explained to him, "I didn't mean to not reply to the message. I have been rehearsing at night and just finished."
Huo Yun replied in a low voice, "I know, are you tired?"
She shook her head, remembered his last sentence, and patted him on the back to retort: "How can you do it in the sleeping car, don't make trouble, now you've got it, hurry back and go back to sleep when you get home."
After she finished speaking, she struggled, and half of her body was out of the protection range of her coat. The night wind rolled over with snowflakes and immediately attacked her, causing her to shiver.
Come on, it's okay not to hug, hug and then separate, it's like going straight from the incubator into the freezer, killing me.
Yan Qingte froze stubbornly, a little reluctant to bear the large heater Mr. Huo.
The corners of Huo Yunshen's lips curled up, and he clearly pulled her back into his arms. With the convenience of the obvious height difference, he lifted her off the ground and walked in the direction of the car: "Don't rush back, I have something for you. "
Yan Qing rested her chin on Mr. Huo's shoulder, wondering if this posture was a bit shameful. The car door was already open, and the soft yellow light was lit inside, and her face was warm. Her eyes were attracted by the large square box on the seat. , leaned over and hugged: "Is this? For me?"
Huo Yunshen followed her into the back row and nodded slightly: "See if it's useful."
He didn't ask if he liked it, but if he could use it. It was obviously something she needed. Yan Qing couldn't find a reason to refuse.
Inside was neatly stacked a cream-white feather skirt.
She stretched out her hand carefully, lifted the skirt cherishly, and the pieces of feathers fell softly with her movements, staggering each other into a beautiful arc, and matched with the misty tulle of the same color to outline the ultimate tailoring.
Huo Yun stared deeply at her profile.
The little girl, like a young girl, gets a surprise, and her pupils will be extraordinarily shining, full of stars.
He asked in a hurry: "Tomorrow's song is called "Flying Birds". You are responsible for the main song. Is this skirt suitable?"
Yan Qing was so excited that she wanted to hug the feather skirt and kiss her fiercely, but she was afraid of getting dirty, so she hurriedly put it into the box and nodded happily to Huo Yunshen: "My wife is suitable!"
Compared with the ones that were taken away, no matter the texture or style, I don't know how many times better.
Although she told the team members that she didn't care, she was also silently worried and regretful in her heart. The set that she finally chose was only unsatisfactory. She has always been a pity, maybe because of the clothes, the stage effect will be discounted.
It never occurred to me that Huo Yunshen waited until late at night to give her help in the snow.
but…
Huo Yunshen gave her messy hair, and was ready to ask, "Are you worried that you won't be able to match up with the rest of the team?"
He glanced back: "The other matching sets are in the trunk. There are quite a few. I chose yours, and the others were selected by a professional stylist. You can't go wrong."
Yan Qing was overjoyed, and even felt wronged by Mr. Huo, so he obediently crawled over to wrap his arms around his neck: "I owe you a hug for four days, and I'll give you another day..."
She muttered again, "Thank you."
Huo Yunshen hugged her waist logically, and scattered his eyelashes to block the turbulent eyes: "Yanqing, you haven't recognized one thing yet."
He restrainedly touched her hair on the temples with his lips: "You are my wife, you can let me solve anything. If you need it in the future, remember to find me."
Yan Qing's chest trembled.
Huo Yun glanced deeply at the clock, took the coat from the car and put it on her standing coat: "You should go upstairs to rest, don't worry about the clothes at the back, I will find someone to deliver it at the right time."
He paused for a few seconds, his voice hoarse: "See you tomorrow."
Yan Qing originally wanted to talk to him about his nervousness about the performance, but after hearing what he said, it was really too late, so he had to agree: "See you at home tomorrow."
Huo Yunshen took her to the vicinity of the building door, and when she waved goodbye, he left a sentence: "I can't wait to go home to see you."
Yan Qing thought very simply, Mr. Huo estimated that he would come to pick her up in advance, normal operation, as expected.
She didn't think about it too much, and put her mind on the performance the next day, holding her skirt and racing against time to fall asleep. As soon as it was dawn, she was woken up by a knock on the door, and the little curly hair dragged Ouyang, followed by a few other team members, pounced on He shouted: "My God says you are a fairy!"
Yan Qing was stunned.
The little curly hair was so excited that he wanted to cry: "Someone gave us new clothes, saying that it was a stage outfit you bought out of your own pocket. It was so beautiful that it matched "Flying Birds", and other groups couldn't compare at all. Today, we absolutely overwhelmed the audience. !"
Yan Qing had no explanation.
Mr. Huo bought it. Mr. Huo was always her husband. Before the divorce, he was a family, so that's considered... She bought it.
Yan Qing took the bear hugs from the girls and took everyone to the practice room for a make-up rehearsal. When the rehearsal was over, she had to go to the scene to communicate with each group of staff about the details of the accompaniment, sound, and lighting. The captain who stole the costume.
She asked without a smile: "Yanqing, I heard that you guys made a new set of clothes again? Is it because the mud at the bottom can't support the wall, forcing you to do nothing, so you have to rely on your looks. what."
Yan Qing tucked her hair together with a sweet expression: "Who is the mud? The members of my team are both handsome and capable."
"Is it useful to talk hard," she sneered, "not only us, basically all the teams, as well as today's 1,000 public reviewers, plus those online viewers who know the grouping situation, all guessed that your scene will overturn, I just don’t know how much your ranking will drop, so don’t be thrown out of the water all of a sudden, after all, there is no high-energy jury to support you.”
Yan Qing's red lips curved slightly: "If the high-energy jury is set up for a period of time, what kind of high-energy is it? As for my ranking, I don't rely on guessing. You can see it yourself when you wait for the performance."
An hour later, the recording venue was opened to the public on time, and one thousand registered public judges entered the venue one by one. The program team prepared a unified "Peak Girl" slogan and distributed them in order.
The two girls in charge of the distribution were busy mechanically, and they were going well, but suddenly they got stuck in a slender and neat hand.
"Hello, this is yours."
The man's voice was cold and severe: "No, I have it myself."
The two of them couldn't help but look up, looking up along the brilliant hand, and they were all stunned.
The person in front of him is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long and straight legs, wearing a sea blue sweater, revealing a undulating Adam's apple, a large mask on his face, and a baseball cap that is so low-pressure that he can only glimpse a little bit. Cold eyes.
Such a comrade who can kill people back and forth just by his aura...
There are at least four or five different styles of banners hanging on his arms, and a giant light sign in the other hand. The most extreme thing is that he also wears a rather eye-catching hairpin on his hat.
The pink light flickered and swaggered and wrote the words—
"Yan Qing."