The office was so big and empty, the girl's voice stirred the cold air, condensing the sweetness that made people tremble.
Huo Yunshen stood still, with the cool five fingers covering the back of her hand, and knowingly asked, "Give a gift to 'him', who is 'he'."
Yan Qing rubbed the tip of his nose on his back and replied obediently, "It's you, Huo Yunshen."
My husband was wronged, so the meaning of this question should be to hope that she can talk more nicely to coax her...
She pondered for a while, and organized a series of sweet and tender little love words. As soon as she reached her lips, Huo Yunshen suddenly turned around, turned her back on the guest, pulled her blindfolded hands down and wrapped them around her waist, then leaned down and hounded her. into the arms.
Yan Qing bumped into his trembling chest and fell into the familiar cold breath.
It was the kind of strength that she wanted to break people's hands. She used to feel panic, when did it start... She had an indescribable sense of stability, as if she was so strongly needed by him that she was safe enough.
Her ears are hot.
It seems... my husband still prefers physical contact to verbal comfort.
Yan Qing couldn't help tightening his arms and hugged him back hard, the little mosquito muttered: "Shen Shen, I'm sorry, I only learned about Weibo today..."
Huo Yun closed his eyes deeply and responded in a low voice, unable to say more for a while.
After being separated from her for a few days, he was constantly thinking about what Dr. He's phrase "the wife likes you" means.
Is it just a little favor that Qingqing gave him? Maybe she is not as good as the girls in the show, not to mention Zu Li, whom she regards as her idol, far superior to him.
He is not unique to Qingqing, she likes many people, and he is nothing in it.
Extreme thoughts kept tormenting him. He didn't dare to go to the show team or meet her without authorization, for fear that in case of a morbid attack, he would do crazy things and wipe out the only feelings Qingqing had for him.
He was full of violence, and wanted everyone who separated her to disappear.
But there is still a hint of humble hope, maybe Qingqing will come to him and tell him... He is more important than others.
Yan Qing touched the man's tense muscles and seemed to feel it, guessing what he was thinking, she raised her face and said honestly, "I didn't mean to quarrel with you, and I don't think Su Li is really good, then I thought you were trying to find fault, and when I was angry, I would speak for him... I didn't realize that you were... "
"What is it."
Yan Qing blinked and chose a word carefully: "Are you jealous?"
Huo Yunshen turned her round little head to prevent her from seeing his expression. He was silent for a long time, and gave a low "um".
Yan Qing felt distressed and wanted to laugh.
Mr. Huo's way of being jealous is so cute. He doesn't speak straight, but he went downstairs to spread the other party's black material over the phone. When he was refuted, he was so angry that he bored himself and made trouble.
The corners of her mouth curved upwards, and she was about to stab him in the chest for a few words, when her stomach suddenly rumbled out of time.
Yan Qing is stupid.
Don't be so embarrassed!
She really didn't eat at night, but she couldn't cry in her arms because she was hungry!
Yan Qing frowned and covered the place where she was calling, trying to hide it. Hearing the man smiling slightly above her head, he wrapped her arms around her, dialed an extension number with the other, and explained a few things she liked to eat.
It's alright, humiliating and throwing it at grandma's house.
Yan Qing was paralyzed helplessly, the image of the fairy wife was completely ruined, and she said dejectedly, "I'm not hungry, really."
Huo Yun rubbed her red earlobe deeply: "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten today, will you stay with me?"
… to accompany me, can I not accompany me
If you don't eat, it's really like a child, and it doesn't make you worry.
When he provokes him for a while, he has a way to make her regret it.
Yan Qing touched Mr. Huo's silk shirt in her hand, remembered her main purpose, and pointed to the back a little embarrassedly: "I brought you a Christmas present, it's... I knitted a sweater by myself, just by feeling. , can't guarantee the fit, and it's not a good yarn, you don't…”
The word "disgusting" didn't have a chance to say it. Huo Yunshen's chest heaved obviously faster, and asked in a solemn voice, "Who gave it back."
Yan Qing was at a loss: "It's only you, I've knitted this one for several nights, and another one won't cost me my life!"
She said, "I made a small pendant for others. It's very easy. It's more difficult for you. You can see if you like it or not.
Huo Yun's dark pupils smeared with light, strode over to pick up the bag, and cherished the neatly folded sweater inside.
Dark grey, soft, his size.
She knitted for him stitch by stitch, and her residual warmth.
Yan Qing jumped up to him briskly and teased: "Is Mr. Huo secretly envious of other people's small pendants? Don't need it now, this is what I want to give you."
Her lips were very red, and her eyes were as clear as washed with water, and she unconsciously spoke provocative words just like when she was a student.
Huo Yunshen grabbed the sweater, replied "no envy" to her, and took a step closer to her with burning eyes.
The man's aggression quietly intensified, she reflexively stepped back and was blocked by his large desk. She felt the danger and wanted to slip away. Push it to the table.
Yan Qing sat on the edge of the table, as if back in the early morning when he was kissed deeply by him, blushing turned away, Huo Yun lowered her head, stared at her and asked, "Why did you knit me a sweater?"
She said stubbornly: "... There is no reason. If you don't want to ask for it, give it back to me."
He gritted his teeth tightly: "Do you like Zurich or not?"
Yan Qing couldn't bear to be angry with him any more, and lowered her eyes to tell the truth: "I didn't like it at first, I saw him sing well before, and I only paid attention to him as an idol for a while, and I lost my fans a long time ago. Yes, the netizens who eat melons can match them casually, so why should you care."
"what about me."
Yan Qing's heart skipped a beat.
"In front of me, you are defending him."
When Yan Qing heard the bomb, he rushed out: "How can he compare with you!"
Huo Yun took a deep breath and said, "So, to you, what am I?"
Yan Qing was completely shrouded in the small space he circled, and his heart rate was completely unbalanced and chaotic.
What was he, she didn't have the courage to explore the answer.
"I..." She avoided her gaze, "I should return..."
Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of the rollers of the food delivery trolley in the corridor outside the door. A few seconds later, the door was knocked. Yan Qing wanted to jump off the table for fear that this state would be seen.
Huo Yunshen's reaction was faster than her, and it didn't seem to be fake at all. His fingers "accidentally" hooked the coffee cup next to him, and half of the warm dark liquid happened to spill on Yan Qing.
The cape coat, the skirt of the light-colored dress, and the stockings under the skirt were all spared, and were thoroughly wet.
The knocking on the door continued, Huo Yunshen decisively picked her up from the table, took her to the rest suite in the office, put her gently on the bed, and said solemnly, "Good, there are clothes in the closet, change them yourself, I'll deal with it outside, wait for me. Come back and try on the sweater for me."
The door to the suite was then closed, and Yan Qing sat wet on Mr. Huo's bed, seriously suspecting that he was intentional.
Too bad there is no evidence! Soon Yanqing figured it out, what if there is evidence, anyway, they can't deal with the capitalists who deliberately set up tricks.
The coffee on her body was warm just after being poured on, but now it's cold and uncomfortable. Yan Qing took off her coat first and ran to open the wardrobe door, worrying about the black, white and gray men's clothing in the closet.
It's called... If you have clothes, change them yourself
Yan Qing rummaged through and found nothing she could wear, but unexpectedly attracted her attention to a bag hidden deep in the closet. The bag was open and contained...
Those little pendants that she sent out? !
Yanqing was stunned, remembering that Ouyang had indeed said that some people have been secretly charging high prices in the past two days, thinking that it was fans who wanted to buy, but it turned out to be him, but this person just said "no envy" calmly.
Duplicity, why so—
cute.
Yan Qing laughed out loud, and when he was dragging the bag out, he inadvertently came across a sandalwood box that was placed in one place. It was very delicate, like a collection of valuables. Pile of yellowed notes.
The top one is the pen style of the girl Xianxiu: "Don't go out to fight after school, I brought you dinner."
Yan Qing was stunned and couldn't help but pick it up and look at it.
They are all such tiny messages, and occasionally draw some playful expressions, overflowing with the softest concern.
"You have another injury on your back, be careful not to get wet."
"It's so hot. Do you want ice water? I'll put it on your table."
"Don't skip class, if you can't do it, I can teach you."
…
Yanqing squatted on the ground, flipping through them one by one, until the last one was small, hard, and covered with dry tears.
She wrote: "I went out to choose breakfast, come back soon and wait for me."
Yan Qing hugged her knees, her heart entangled like a thorny vine, digging into her flesh.
It is Yunqing's.
Huo Yunshen's true love.
No matter how much she imitates, it's just a fake.
Yan Qing wanted to put the note away, but as he pinched the last one with his fingers, he always felt that an invisible string was being plucked in his mind.
She carefully looked at Yun Qing's handwriting. She had practiced calligraphy. She was very beautiful and had her own style. When writing, she always had a small tick, which was not easy to be noticed.
On the morning of the old house…
Yan Qing pressed her temples and thought, she wrote the same note, why every swipe has a faint tick.
She often wrote in English in Canada, and her hands were a little stiff when she was just recovering, and her Chinese characters were always crooked. Later, when she recovered, she didn't make any serious strokes. Now, when she recalls, she can't remember her own words. what is it like.
Yan Qing couldn't tell where the persistence came from, so she found a sticky note and pen on the bedside table, and rewrote the sentence on her stomach.
The adult sprinkle and the girl's Xiuya are not very similar, but...
Each swipe has a small tick.
Yan Qing put the two pieces of paper together and held her head in confusion. Is she too obsessed? After reading Yun Qing's font, she subconsciously copied it...
Otherwise... another coincidence
But how can two different people overlap so much.
The office outside was quiet again, Huo Yunshen was walking towards her, Yan Qing hurriedly packed up the notes and went to greet him obediently, pretending to be okay.
Huo Yunshen pushed the door open and frowned, "Why don't you change it?"
Yan Qing tilted her head: "It's all yours..."
"What's mine is yours, you can wear a shirt," he came in, closed the door with his backhand, and looked down at her. "It's easy to catch a cold if it's wet. How can I go to the show if I'm sick, and the skirt can be washed."
Yan Qing bit her lip and made up her mind that she was wearing his shirt and a short skirt that reached her hips.
She protected her collar, very principled: "I won't catch a cold. The skirt should not be expensive, so I won't wash it."
He prepared it.
Huo Yunshen was half-smiling, but he had an excellent reason: "Of course it's not expensive, it's only a hundred thousand."
Yan Qing's eyes widened: "How much?!"
"One hundred thousand," Mr. Huo said in a low voice, standing under the lamp, "If it doesn't take more than 20 minutes, he can recover."
Yan Qing took a deep breath, hurriedly pulled a shirt and a long bathrobe from the closet, ran into the bathroom, quickly changed her skirt and threw it to her husband: "Quick wash, quick wash! Hundreds of thousands must not hit me!"
The coat, skirt, and stockings were all sent to dry cleaning. Yan Qing could only put on Mr. Huo's shirt and wrap the bathrobe that was enough to mop the floor.
like…
Can't go.
But in this suite, there is only one queen bed.
She stuck her head out, lowered her eyes, and asked pitifully, "Shen Shen, can you trouble Minte or someone else to help me buy a set of clothes, whatever..."
Huo Yun poked the tip of her white nose deeply, and answered simply, "No."
"It's not too late, there should be a mall open."
Huo Yunshen clarified: "This is not the point."
"The point is," he stared at her, his thin lips slightly curled, "the reason for sending the clothes away is to leave my Christmas deer to sleep with me."