Yan Qing's heart was broken.
People, if she whitewashes her true purpose a little, she may be able to deal with it.
But once she said it candidly, her tone was taken for granted, but she told her there was nothing she could do.
Mr. Huo didn't force her to come, she took the initiative.
It's not that she never shared a bed before. That night in the old house, she voluntarily climbed onto Mr. Huo's bed.
After all, she really didn't have the confidence to refuse.
Huo Yunshen didn't intend to discuss, he directly picked up the Qingqing cat wrapped in a zongzi, sat on the edge of the bed and put it on his lap, pulled the cart with the dinner plates, and fed her slowly.
Yanqing occupied Mr. Huo's thigh, and his elbows occasionally rubbed against his hard-textured chest and abdomen, making him restless as if he were on fire.
Huo Yun held her down deeply, and his dark pupils filled with a threatening dark color: "Wife, there is the bed behind you. If you want to eat and sleep well, then be honest and don't move."
Yan Qing understood his deep meaning, and couldn't help but froze, his face heated up rapidly, and his eyes secretly glanced down.
Huo Yunshen scooped up a shrimp and put it in her mouth: "Want to see it? Don't worry, I'll take it off after eating so you can see it more clearly."
Yan Qing choked on a mouthful of shrimp, and was fed soup by Huo Zong.
She stared at Huo Yunshen in horror: "...I didn't watch it! Don't bother!"
Huo Yunshen wiped the soup from the corner of her mouth for her, leaned his lips over, and restrainedly touched her temples: "No trouble, my whole body is my wife's property, you can do it as you like."
The man's facial features are too close, like the contours polished by the precision work, which stimulates the senses, Yan Qing swallowed involuntarily, the grass grew in his heart, it tickled back and forth, and thought sourly, don't look, don't be teased, his heart have belonging.
After dinner, as he said, Huo Yunshen stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, ready to take it off.
Yan Qing covered the room with nowhere to hide. He covered his eyes with his hands, and heard his low laughter: "What are you afraid of, you said to try on the sweater for me, forgot?"
Only then did she realize that she was deliberately molested by Mr. Huo. She leaned over like her ears were dripping with blood, picked up the sweater, and tried to put it on for him. stab.
Not only the traces left by the last burn, but also many scars similar to those wounded by blades and clubs, which are shocking.
She frowned sorely and touched it gently with her fingertips.
His scorching temperature was transmitted from his fingers, pouring into the bones and blood of her body, wanton confusion of consciousness, she blurted out: "Why is there more."
Huo Yunshen held his breath abruptly, his hands hanging by his side slowly clenched into fists: "What did you say?"
"I asked why you've changed so much!" Yan Qing asked hurriedly while stroking his back, with a layer of water between his eyelashes, "These knife wounds on the waist, obviously before—"
She stopped abruptly, and after a moment, blinked her eyes in confusion.
… before? She was talking nonsense.
She read Yun Qing's note, which said "You are injured on your back", so she automatically decided that he shouldn't have it on his waist
Yan Qing's eyes were darkened for a few seconds, her nerves were being provoked one by one, and her eyes and ears were also sore. Since she was drunk, she has become more and more prone to headaches.
Even if you have a headache, why are you still stupid.
Being moved by Yunqing's few lines of words, it doesn't look like her anymore.
Huo Yunshen turned around and hugged her, massaged her temple with his palm, and coaxed: "Be obedient, let's go to bed, and it won't hurt when we wake up."
When Yan Qing came over with a clear mind, the big bathrobe that was tightly wrapped around her was gone, so she was wearing a men's shirt that barely reached her thighs, lying in Mr. Huo's arms super obediently, leaning on his arm with a face on his face. enjoy.
Huo Yun's deep forehead was stretched with blue veins, and his hot and somewhat gloomy eyes stared straight at her, which was extremely refreshing.
Yan Qing quickly turned around and tried to climb to the bed, trying to roll away the quilt.
Huo Yunshen stretched out his hand to bring her back, patted her soothingly, his voice hoarse: "I won't move."
Yan Qing turned his back to him, shrank into a small quail, and tried his best to push the quilt behind his back to separate him from him.
Huo Yunshen let her toss and toss, and his hand still trapped her.
"Qingbao," he called out affectionately and put his hand on her forehead, "don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
His voice was soft: "I just want to hug you to sleep, you are not at home, I don't sleep well, don't you have to leave tomorrow? You only came back for a few days, and you left me alone, shouldn't you give me some comfort? ."
Yan Qing picked up the pillow, her heart softened, and the little hidden desire was rising.
She stepped back slowly, leaning against his shoulder: "That's it, it can't be any closer... You remember to eat a few more meals and make up for it with points... "
Huo Yunshen's arms wrapped around her and hugged her tightly.
Yan Qing sank in his breath, looked at the void, and asked in a low voice, "Is Yun Qing and I really similar? She has a little habit of writing, and I... seem to have it too."
Huo Yun's eyes were deep, and he glanced at the direction of the wardrobe.
Qingqing found out.
He put it there in the hope that when she comes over one day, she can think of clues.
Enough is enough, he can't be in a hurry.
Qingqing had a hard time walking, but he was approaching him step by step.
He wanted to surpass others, unique love, she ran over to give it, and he was willing to wait for the others.
Huo Yun covered her forehead deeply, soothing her discomfort: "You just need to remember that you are always yourself."
Yan Qing fell asleep in the warm arms of the man.
After making sure she wouldn't wake up, Huo Yunshen gently laid her down, leaned over to kiss her, and plundered the girl's sweet lips.
The lover he thought about day and night was in his arms, and he couldn't do anything except kiss him secretly.
Desire burns blood, and the body's crazy obsession with her is awakened.
He brushed the tip of his wet tongue against her ear, and asked repressedly, "Qingqing, how long will you let me endure it."
When Yan Qing woke up, the place beside her was completely cold. There was a stack of new clothes on the head of the bed, and the tags were neatly cut, for fear that she could see the price.
She got up and went to the bathroom. There were a lot of cosmetics to use, and even the order of placement was according to her habit.
Yan Qing was so happy in her heart that she was dumbfounded when she looked in the mirror.
lips! A little swollen!
She gritted her teeth secretly, Huo Yunshen said it nicely, and then stealing the kiss when she wasn't ready!
The door was knocked cautiously, and Min Jing's voice came: "Madam, are you awake? Mr. Huo is having a morning meeting and told me to take you directly to the airport, all the necessary luggage is ready, the stylist is waiting outside, I'll take care of your makeup today."
Yan Qing then remembered that she was going to go to the awards ceremony with the team today. It was the first time she walked to the airport in public since she appeared on the show. Looking at the time again, it was less than four hours before takeoff. She quickly put on her clothes and put it on her lips. Apply some cool lip balm.
Well, for the sake of being so considerate, I forgive him, who wants to separate again, or another place...
Just like giving him candy.
When Yanqing put her face up to put on makeup, her phone started to ring one after another. Ouyang broadcasted the airport situation in real time on the Internet. In the picture, there was a surging crowd. Many people held long guns and short cannons. There are also various small brands with her big head emoji.
The several-meter-long banner has been pulled up, and a close-up photo of her wearing a feather skirt is selected. The tears in her eyes are glittered and crystal clear.
"Qingbao! Didn't you watch the new episode of the show last night? Did you kill the list again?"
"Let's not say anything else, "Flying Bird" has absolute singing skills and field control ability. Wen Wan is doing woolen handicrafts at home. The most important thing is, did you cry before singing that day? The screenshots with tears, and the station sisters Bombed together with the high-definition photos of the fairy, congratulations on your ranking first in the fairy tears list, all the popular photos of your tears from all angles!
she was crying...
Seeing Huo Yunshen, tears shed for him.
The stylist leaned over at this moment, and used a highlighter and eye shadow to draw some clever tear marks at the end of her finished eye, just the right embellishment, shimmering in the mirror.
"Really good-looking," the stylist smiled, "I haven't seen such a brilliant face in the circle for a long time."
When the time came, Min Jing came in and was stunned when he saw Yanqing, expressing great sympathy for Brother Shen.
On the Internet, regardless of men and women, they call Yanqing his wife wave after wave, and if you turn it over, they are all "the new wife is so beautiful that I will ascend to heaven", "Ah, I am alive again! I have a wife!", "I want to give my wife to my wife!" Wipe your tears! Spend money for your wife! Let your wife knit sweaters!"…
His teeth were sore, not to mention Brother Shen's mood.
As soon as she makes an appearance at the airport today, there will definitely be real pictures of her leaving the stage and the show, and it will be even more heated.
I just don't know where Brother Shen went after the meeting, but he didn't come to deliver it in person.
Yan Qing joined the team outside the airport. There were not only eight other players and staff in this line, but also mentor Zu Li, who was also a red carpet guest and team leader, and was on the same flight as everyone.
In the extended nanny car, Zu Li closed his eyes coldly. Hearing Yan Qing's arrival, he picked it up and looked over. His pupils shrank a little, suppressing the surging surprise inside.
At a cocktail party when he was a teenager, he attended with his parents, and he had an unforgettable look at the young daughter of the Yun family's exquisite craftsmanship.
He had imagined countless times what it would look like when Yun Qing broke away from childishness and fully bloomed.
Now, he saw it.
Yan Qing smiled and greeted: "Mr. Su."
Zu Li curved his lips, showing softness to the stagnant faces of others: "There will be a lot of people in the airport, if you are nervous, follow me."
Yan Qing didn't follow him, An An walked with the sister group, and never swayed Su Dingliu's enthusiasm.
Before entering the waiting hall, she flipped through her phone, but Mr. Huo didn't even send a single message.
She was somewhat empty in her heart and pursed her lips.
... She was kind enough not to settle the bill with him for stealing her kiss, but he didn't care about it. As he approached his departure, he didn't ask her a single question.
"Qingbao, don't be in a daze, it's time to go, many people will shoot you, cheer up."
Yan Qing said: "With Su Li around, we must have gone to shoot him. Our fans are probably all scattered, and we may need to look carefully..."
The girls laughed, and after a short preparation, Yi Yanqing stood at the forefront and entered the public eye.
Yan Qing never imagined that such a scene would be greeted at the airport.
The screams were overwhelming, the giant banners pulled up by several people's walls, the continuous sound of professional cameras crowded and bumped, and the lips of countless people were moving, all shouting her name.
It was halfway with Zurich, and even faintly higher.
Zuli was surrounded by his own bodyguards early.
However, the actual popularity of Yan Qing by the program team was unexpected, and only three or two accompanying staff rushed to protect it, which was completely a drop in the bucket.
When Yan Qing was about to be hit, Zu Li tried to come over, but out of nowhere came a team of well-trained tall girls, all of them agile and professionally formed a circle to isolate the crowd.
Yan Qing didn't have time to be shocked by the surprises one after another, and caught the most unbelievable figure among the enthusiastic fans who were blocked.
The man was wearing a hand-knitted dark gray sweater, a very strict hat and mask, and his slender figure was always eye-catching. He stood tall in the chaos. Press down on her to shoot.
Yan Qing's lips covered by lipstick were faintly hot, and her heart also mentioned her throat.
Then, the man pulled a small sticky sticker from his pocket, stuck it on the camera, and held it up toward her.
The above is still the same sentence: "Qingbao, I am here."
Yanqing never thought that people's hearts can be depressed and sullen one moment before, and the next moment they will be full of fireworks.
She didn't dare to look at him again, she staggered her gaze, her eyes sparkled with mist, and she couldn't help but smile, which was captured by the big and small cameras.
Huo Yunshen did it on purpose!
What to say about separation, I can't see you for a few days, it's all to make fun of her!
He left early in the morning and never contacted her. He came here ahead of time to be a fan.
No wonder there were so many people at the scene, and she quickly overwhelmed Zuli's battle. She understood, it was all the childcare specially invited by the naive Mr. Huo to make his wife look ostentatious!
In the VIP waiting room of the airport, the heat in Yan Qing's ears could not go down, and it spread to her eyes and her eyes were red.
She made a fan with her hands and fanned herself desperately.
Before Ouyang's excitement subsided, he pulled her and said, "It's amazing my Qingbao! There are so many people, can't you stop being excited!"
Yan Qing said sincerely: "Fuyun, it's all floating clouds!"
It was all bought by her husband!
Yan Qing couldn't let it go, and looked around cautiously, always feeling that someone would not leave so easily.
After a while, An Lan, who was accompanying her, came back with the boarding pass and distributed it to everyone. When she arrived at Yanqing's place, she patted her and said, "Yanyan, there is a temporary problem with your flight ticket. There is no other way but to change it for you. After signing in for another shift, the time is only ten minutes away, nothing will affect it, and we will gather when we arrive."
Zu Li sat a little further away, and when he heard the words, he looked over with deep eyes.
Yan Qing was holding her unique ticket, her chest was jumping.
She got on the plane from the other gate, and the stewardess led her to the front with a smile.
The first-class cabin of this plane is not large, with less than ten seats in total, separated from the back, quiet and private, and the noise is almost inaudible.
Yanqing sat down, the stewardess brought the juice, she held it, her fingers tightened, just about to take a sip to moisten her throat, gentle footsteps approached on the aisle carpet, followed by a well-jointed hand stretched out and took it away Her juice was replaced with a cup of milk tea.
He said, "Come on, drink hot."
Yan Qing bumped into his chest, raised his head, and looked at Huo Yunshen who had taken off his disguise.
He escaped from Qingqing's fan base, his eyes still contained the unresolved gloom, and his aura was fierce. He stared at the tears traced at the end of her eyes, and slowly licked the edge of his lower lip.
"Mr. Huo," Yan Qing tried to keep her tone steady, "Do you want to explain."
Huo Yunshen sat next to her, leaned over, fastened her seat belt with his long fingers, raised his eyelashes, and looked at her from a close distance: "Chase my wife at the airport, and accompany my wife on a business trip."
"Including buying fans for my wife?"
"Just bought a little." Most of it was true, otherwise he wouldn't be stimulated.
"It also includes changing the flight for the wife without authorization?"
Huo Yun deeply hooked his lips: "There is another explanation for this matter. I think my wife has to race against time to get along with each other, and she can't let it go on the plane. During the three-hour flight, no one disturbed this small space."
Spending money again!
Yan Qing bit her lip and couldn't hold back her smile: "...how do you wear this today, aren't there expensive brands in your wardrobe?"
"Like," he said, "I want you to see me first in the crowd."
At this point, Mr. Huo felt satisfied, his anger was eased a little by his wife, and he was ready to enjoy the hard-won solitude.
The problem is that his possessiveness tends to be haunted and he can't stop it. Thinking of the practice of those fan sites, he turned on the camera before the plane took off, picked out the photos of Qingqing looking at the camera, took a few beautiful previews, and logged into the Weibo account to post. up.
How about a light picture.
He solemnly added Yanqing's topic and five words: "This is my wife."
After reviewing it, the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is, and I am reluctant to share it.
But to declare sovereignty.
Qingqing looked at his camera, and when she saw it, she was different, and she belonged to him.
Mr. Huo seriously pressed "release" and waited for the swarming words of jealousy.
Three minutes later, however, he clicked on the rapidly growing page of reposts and saw hundreds of the same content—
"The blogger is so shameless! It's obviously my wife!"
Huo Zhenggong Yunshen: ... Damn, I'm crazy.