Under the moonlight on the top of the mountain, Huo Yunshen turned his head, and his dark pupils looked into Yan Qing's eyes full of light.
His emotional needs are different from normal people, he has always known.
Probably because of the space, once you get it, you will want it uncontrollably. If you get a little tenderness and kindness from her, you want more and more intense feelings, occupying every inch of her body and mind.
In the past when Qingqing was a young girl, he was not as good as now, and he still couldn't learn to restrain himself, and he always pestered her to make demands.
"Don't laugh at that monitor of your class!"
"Can't you tell that he likes you? Don't lend him your homework in the future!"
"Whoever bought you the water is not allowed to drink it. I'll buy you a better one."
He couldn't control himself, seeing her blending into the new environment and getting in touch with new people would be uneasy, as if she might encounter a more attractive option at any time and give him up.
It's annoying, it's easy to burden her, he understands that.
Can not be changed.
Qingqing wouldn't be angry either. She bent her eyes tolerantly again and again, raised her hand to touch his hair, and said softly, "Yunshen, don't worry, I like you."
When she said a word, his heart melted, and all the edges and corners that stood up were polished by her.
To this day, even after marrying Qingqing, his mental problems are still not healed, because she doesn't remember the anniversary, so she secretly makes trouble without listening to him, and refuses to say it outright, on the other hand, she still thinks about her so much. Actively integrated into the new job, will meet many people in the circle, in case there is something good-looking to attract her attention...
The sour gas swelled up, and he rushed after him again, guarding the outside like a stalker, restraining himself and not interfering.
Qingqing didn't dislike him, she still indulged him as before, hugging him obediently and saying love.
He learned to progress slowly, and she gave him the highest reward.
Huo Yunshen's wrinkled heart was soothed by his lover's hand, stirring up a frenzy. He raised her white chin and pinched it in his hand to suppress his perverted desire: "You lied to me."
"Yeah, Mr. Huo was fooled by any deception," Yan Qing blinked, "so what day is today?"
Huo Yunshen's voice was a little stuffy: "...Love anniversary."
Yan Qing's long hair was spread on his arm, and he said with a smile, "I feel it. Didn't I bring myself as a gift to you, please check it."
Her slender waist was in his arms, rubbing against him softly, rising with a heat that made her mouth dry.
Huo Yun stared deeply at the end of Yan Qing's bright eyes, couldn't bear to pick her up, and walked straight to the back of the car.
"what are you doing… "
The door slammed shut with a slam, and the windows were covered tightly.
The air conditioner in the car was at the right temperature. Yan Qing was pinned on his lap, and she was sweating all of a sudden. She pressed against his shoulder, blushing and wanted to speak. As soon as her lips were opened, he covered it and sucked it, a little rough. The pulp of her fingers rubbed the back of her neck, making her soft and relaxed, and her tone became sweet and greasy.
"Deeply you... in such a hurry... "
Unable to hold back his perverted wishes, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm in a hurry to open the gift."
In the end, the gift was still unopened, the wrapping paper was torn in half, and the white-run gift core inside was so nervous that he bit his lips, Huo Yunshen forcibly called to stop.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, biting the tip of her bloodshot ear, and demanded, "Next time, let me remove it."
Yan Qing was caught on fire, but she knew that the environment was not suitable. She really did not do much. She couldn't let go, and her psychological endurance was not strong enough. Otherwise, such an empty mountaintop, a spacious and soundproof carriage, and the starry sky above the city under her feet, would indulge. What the hell, how exciting.
Hey, you have to practice.
Yan Qing thought that Huo Yunshen would ask to live with her tonight, and was worried about how to explain it to Lin Yuan, but he sent her back to the hotel in a measured way, and said on the way, "I've seen the arguments of those doubles on the Internet, don't be angry. , I will make it clear publicly."
"No," Yan Qing guessed that he couldn't stand it, and was about to talk to him about this, she said seriously, "I've thought about it, now you go to clarify, saying that Yun Qing and I are one person may suppress public opinion. But later, I will inevitably be questioned in various ways, and I have no memory, so I can't answer many things at that time, which is embarrassing."
Huo Yun stared at her deeply: "Qingqing, tell the truth."
Yan Qing was startled, and lowered his head a little dejectedly: "It's true, but in addition to this, there is... I'm thinking, anyway, the reputation is not good, the substitute is just a substitute, you don't need to respond, just keep aloof, other friendships give me."
Huo Yun pursed his lips.
She looked relaxed: "Now there are too many negative things about Yanqing, and I don't want to impose them on Yunqing. I want to work hard to improve my reputation, with applause, and worthy of Mrs. Huo's achievements and awards. I must have recovered my memory at some point, and then—"
For some reason, Yan Qing's eyes became hot, and he looked at him with burning eyes: "I will face the public myself and tell everyone who I am and who I am to you."
Afraid of Huo Yun's deep objection, she grabbed his wrist and begged firmly: "Trust me, I can handle it, I don't care what others say."
Before getting out of the car, Huo Yunshen rubbed her hair with dry palms: "I promise you not to respond, but you have your way and I have mine about loving Qingqing."
Yan Qing wrapped his coat and left the range of the car, turning his head three times in one step.
She didn't have time to understand what he meant, her heart was disturbed by him first, and her heart beat uncontrollably.
As soon as Yan Qing returned to the room, Lin Yuan stepped on the dot and knocked on the door with a serious face: "Miss Yan, since you're out to work, I'd like to trouble you to be more polite. Today, the producer has given you a slap in the face, you shouldn't hurry up to release the song. Do you practice well, so you don't make mistakes when you enter the shed tomorrow?"
She didn't know where Yanqing went or who she went out with. It was always a matter of nostalgia other than singing.
"Missing" is still reserved for Mr. Huo's face, and the words she really wanted to say are more straightforward.
Lin Yuan looked at Yan Qing's innocent little fox spirit, her attitude was not in a hurry, she only felt a pain in her head.
"I don't want to have a career in Waterloo with you, but it's for your own good to say this. You came from a talent show and crashed halfway. Those singing and dancing songs don't count at all, and Internet singers can't get on the stage. , your true singing skills will be exposed."
"To tell you the truth, I asked, the producer is not friendly to you because he has another candidate he likes, and he is waiting to be eliminated because of your lack of strength. Why don't you worry."
Yan Qing patted the bedside with a good temper: "Sister Yuan, come and sit."
Lin Yuan was going to be mad at her.
When she sat down with a dark face, Yan Qing began to expand the lyrics and said with a smile, "I will give you peace of mind."
Lin Yuan paused and felt that the canary was a little different from what she thought. Before she could speak, Yan Qing had already hummed the first word casually.
All kinds of small noises in the room seemed to disappear suddenly, washed by the female voice like water.
Lin Yuan was stunned.
Yan Qing closed her eyes slightly, and after the first few lower air tones, she finished the first stanza of the main song with ease. She slowed down the rhythm slightly, which made Lin Yuan hear it more intuitively.
Lin Yuan stared at her in surprise. She didn't speak for a while. After a long time, she pushed on her glasses and asked calmly, "Why don't you continue singing? The chorus in the back still has a high pitch, can't you go up?"
Yan Qing was not provoked by her, so she blinked playfully: "Sister Yuan, as long as you know that taking me with you, you won't be ashamed, and you won't be able to hold your head up in front of the producer and dare not insult him. "
Lin Yuan's expression changed slightly.
She was also very dissatisfied with that producer today, but because of the poor talent of her own artist, she didn't speak hard, so she put up with it.
Unexpectedly, the little canary came out.
She asked incredulously, "Those songs you used to... shouldn't you have done any sound repairs?!"
Yan Qing pushed Lin Yuan's shoulder out, tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "Rest early, I will tell you the answer in the shed tomorrow morning."
He was able to show ease with his agent, but Yan Qing practiced repeatedly until late at night.
As the ending song of the ancient puppet drama, this song "Blue Silk" is based on the popular style of the country. The lyrics and music are all excellent, and the tone is tragic. As long as it is sung well, people and songs can complement each other.
Nowadays, the music world is in a downturn, and it is not easy to meet a good song that will become popular. It is normal for many singers to want to compete.
The more Yan Qing sang, the more she fit in, she really liked it and didn't want to lose.
The next morning, Yan Qing got up early to pack herself up, deliberately wore simple casual clothes, light makeup, long hair tied into a ball, and a clean slap face, and rushed to the battlefield.
When I got to the recording studio, I found that the battle was really big.
Several cameras are aimed at the microphone, euphemistically, it is called to make an MV after recording the video, but in fact, I want to record the whole process of her throwing on the street. With evidence, it is convenient to change people.
The staff of the film party came to watch a lot. When the producer saw Yan Qing, she was stuck for a while by her delicate facial features that were almost without makeup. She quickly turned to the beginning and said arrogantly: "You can sing directly, I think you can't do it and will call you stop. , by the way, don't use the color scheme of the talent show idol, this kind of song needs to be really sung."
Yesterday, the few people who were talking about Yanqing being a resource cafe were still there, biting each other's ears.
"Beauty is really beautiful, but it's a pity that marrying into a wealthy family is just a substitute. I don't think Mr. Huo cares much about her."
"The marriage certificate doesn't necessarily have to be obtained by any means. Huo will always post on Weibo for her. Most of them can't stand the messy scandal that day."
"She really thinks that she can still stand in this circle without the idol filter. "Blue Silk" is so difficult to sing. Seven or eight singers have tried it, but they have failed. Isn't she waiting for a public execution—"
Yan Qingquan pretended that he didn't hear it, walked into the room and put on the headset, indicating that the producer and sound engineer were ready to finish.
She was so absorbed that she didn't notice that outside the control room of the recording studio, a tall figure approached, stopped at the back of the crowd and looked at her.
The producer raised his hand perfunctorily and let the recording engineer start.
Lin Yuan couldn't help holding his hands, his expression solemn.
Those who spoke sarcastically also shut their mouths, waiting for Yan Qing to break through and see if she could add a piece of news to her black hot search.
Yan Qing exhaled softly, closed her eyes and completely immersed in the emotions of "Blue Silk".
"She doesn't read the lyrics?!"
"Shouldn't I have memorized it all..."
The next moment, Yan Qing opened her lips, her voice was moist and clear, like a silent flowing water surface, with just the right amount of subtle hoarseness, adding a distinctive texture, which fit perfectly with the style of the music.
The phone, which the producer was going to play with, froze for a moment, and fell on his lap with a snap.
Lin Yuan clenched his fists unconsciously, showing an eagerness to Yan Qing that he hadn't seen in a long time.
The people outside the surveillance room couldn't hear the sound, and just by looking at the shocked expressions of the producer and sound engineer, they realized that something was wrong.
When others sing two or three sentences, they will stop and record them intermittently. When they arrive at Yanqing's place, they see that she has been singing, and no one tells her to stop.
"No way, doesn't it sound good?!"
"Hey, hey, it's time for the hardest chorus, with a high pitch—"
Inside the glass window, the producer stood up and stared at Yan Qing like a ghost.
Lin Yuan's chest was pounding. She had brought singers, more than one, but not in a recording studio, where singing skills were the most tested. Kneading the lingering slightly dumb, inexplicably wanted to cry.
It wasn't until Yan Qing finished singing and asked through the microphone what needs to be adjusted. After asking three times, the recording engineer squeezed out: "There should be no..."
Yan Qing nodded dumbly: "Then I'll record it again, in case there are any flaws."
The producer didn't believe in evil and let her sing.
He thought that the first time was the ultimate, but the second time was more comfortable than before, and he showed the freedom and ease in the lyrics to the fullest.
Yan Qing insisted on recording three times before taking off the headset and walking out of the recording studio: "Can I get off work now?"
Lin Yuan was quick-witted, opened the door of the control room, and used the stereo to replay the recording just now, so that the inside and outside could be heard clearly.
Facing Yan Qing, the producer didn't know what to say for a long time, and reached out to shake her hand.
Yan Qing did not hold any grudges, just as he was about to pass his hand up out of politeness, the crowd was suddenly separated, and a tall, tall figure walked into the control room step by step.
Just after the end of the song, the restored silence was broken by successive calls.
"... Mr. Huo?!"
Yan Qing was startled, turned her head sharply, and stared at the man approaching condescendingly in surprise.
This is a public place! The audience is full of insiders, and they all know him!
She subconsciously remembered his words last night, loving Qingqing, he has his own way...
Huo Yunshen's eyes swept across the producer, cut off Yan Qing's outstretched hand, and wrapped it in his palm.
Someone outside was covering their mouths and screaming, refusing to make too much noise.
Yan Qing looked up in a daze and met Huo Yunshen's eyes.
There was a hint of a smile in his black pupils, and his magnetic voice was neither high nor low, just so that the people present could hear it clearly.
"My wife finally got off work, and I'll take you home."
The author has something to say: We really miss the car shock, hold your cheeks.