The slide was suspended, and the cushions were soft and thick, like a hoisted round bed.
But compared to getting out of bed, there are more enclosures in all directions, adding an indescribable secret.
Do charming things in places that symbolize childlike innocence.
At first, Yanqing was still a little worried, wondering if the slide would collapse, but then she couldn't care about anything, she was completely immersed, and the last bit of consciousness was still firmly drawing conclusions.
Collapse, collapse...
She will protect deep, the big deal falls and continues.
Yanqing didn't sleep for a long time last night to practice singing. She woke up before dawn in the morning. After the high-intensity work and indulgence, her body fatigue came up. She slept lazily on the soft cushion, resting on Huo Yunshen's arm and sleeping contentedly. past.
In the dream, Huo Yunshen looked like when he was young.
He is tall and thin, with a straight back, always with injuries, indifferent eyebrows and eyes, and very aggressive towards people. Only when facing her will he lose his coldness and smile sweetly.
Others regarded him as a dangerous person, as if he would get burned if he got involved, but she knew how good he was.
He filled her with one heart and one eye, paranoid and enthusiastic.
Yan Qing was confused and couldn't tell which was what she remembered and which was imagining. He only knew that his green and sharp eyebrows seemed to become clear, but when she reached out to touch it, she became a mirror again, and it shattered all at once. Lose.
The shards were woven into a barbed net, entangling her chaotic memories.
They came back early. Yan Qing had at most slept in the afternoon. When he woke up, it was dark, and it was only dinner time.
Yan Qing rubbed against Huo Yunshen's chest, saw that he opened his eyes in sync with her, smiled expectantly and said, "Shen Shen, I dreamed of you again, the deeper I feel for you, the more likely I will remember it. "
Huo Yunshen gave up hope.
Her memory will not be remembered slowly, but will have a trigger point to be retrieved together.
He gradually stopped asking for extravagance.
Now that he is overwhelmed with happiness, as long as Qingqing is by his side and is willing to love him, nothing else matters.
If it is really a hidden danger that Huo Linchuan deliberately left behind, then the key to recovering his memory is likely to want his life to take revenge and make Qingqing suffer.
For so many years in the past, it would be good for him to remember two copies by himself.
Huo Yun stroked her sideburns deeply and asked hoarsely, "What am I doing in a dream."
Yan Qing tried hard to recall: "I don't know the specifics... I just feel that you like me very much, but you don't want to say it directly, awkward problem boy."
Huo Yunshen laughed very low: "Like?"
No matter how you like it, love is not enough. I want to rub her into my body, melt it into bone and blood, bind her to death, and bury her together, and I will occupy her in my next life.
He didn't argue much, and helped her up: "Do you want to play on the slide?"
Yan Qing's eyes were watery, he glared at him, playing on the slide? She was deceived. Well, he used the slide as a prop to play with her!
The problem is that the corners of the big devil's husband's lips are upturned, the light in his pupils is extraordinarily soft, with a little laziness behind his feet, which is really attractive. Yan Qing secretly scolded himself for being a faceless man. In front of this kind of man, he just wanted to promise him everything. .
Play play, she plays on the slide, he plays with her, whatever.
Huo Yunshen dressed Yan Qing, went down the ladder from the back, turned to the front, raised his head and said with a smile, "Come on."
The slide was very wide, Yan Qing sat on it with both hands on it, and saw Huo Yunshen kneeling down on one knee to pick her up.
She released her hand and slid straight down towards him.
In the light of the wind, Huo Yunshen's face that was getting closer and closer overlapped in a trance, and time seemed to be going backwards. She was also pounced on him in the small park at the age of sixteen.
The moment Yan Qing bumped into him, his eye sockets became hot for some reason, and he blurted out, "Yun Shen."
Huo Yunshen raised her face.
Just like in the past, the girl's long hair was flying, and the red puff fell into his arms.
The flames that he had suppressed before thinking about her body rose suddenly, and pushed Yan Qing up the ramp behind him. He couldn't help but press it up, and kissed the end of her eyes lightly: "Wife, I still want to."
By the time everything died down, it was really late at night.
Yan Qing can no longer look directly at the slide. Such a pure and clean children's entertainment project has been repeatedly sullied by President Huo, and she has no face to recall all the scenes.
"... Mr. Huo, shouldn't you be a little more restrained?"
Huo Yunshen has reason and reason: "You call me Yunshen, I can't help it."
Yan Qing knew his scruples and weaknesses too well, and asked with a smile on purpose, "Does that mean that I did it with Shenshen in the small room above, and with Yunshen on the ramp below?"
Huo Yunshen's face changed suddenly, he picked her up and walked out, biting his teeth: "What is Yunshen, don't mention it in the future, you only have one me now."
She doesn't know him in the past.
That can't be the same person.
jealous.
Yan Qing ate supper and enjoyed her husband's massage, and then closed her eyes in the second half of the night.
She slept very deeply all night, and vaguely felt pain in her temples. The boy's figure seemed to turn into a sharp blade, stirring, but she couldn't wake up. When she woke up at dawn, there was still a little pain left, but it was not obvious. Not sure why it hurts.
Yan Qing sat up from the bed, a little dazed.
On the large double bed, the seat beside him was empty, Yan Qing frowned and glanced at it, his eyes were empty, the bedroom door suddenly moved, a man in a robe loosely came in, bent over and pinched her face: "How can you sleep so well? In a daze? Go downstairs for dinner with your husband."
Yan Qing stared at him for two or three seconds, and then the fog in his mind suddenly dissipated.
She woke up, hurriedly held his hand, got out of bed briskly, pulled her slippers to keep up, and said repeatedly, "I want to eat spinach chicken porridge—"
Huo Yun rubbed her head deeply: "It's cooked."
Yanqing still remembered what Lin Yuan said in the car to "unlock new tasks". Sure enough, after dinner, she didn't need to ask, Lin Yuan went to her first, and she realized that Lin Yuan's attitude had changed a lot, and she was no longer like her. When we first met, he was so business-like, but now he is active and eager, and even changed his name to "Qingbao".
"Sister Yuan, aren't you forced?" she asked tentatively.
Lin Yuan smiled on the phone: "I'm not interested in beautiful canaries, but if they are not only beautiful, but also capable enough, it will be different. They can fly into the sky and become phoenixes."
Yan Qing seriously added: "Sister, I can also write lyrics and compose music."
Lin Yuan couldn't resist being so cute by her: "I really believe it this time, our Qingbao is very strong, don't be afraid, my sister will take you to fly in the future."
Yan Qing thought, if you want to fly, try to fly higher, and have a small piece of your own airspace, so that he is worthy of Huo Yunshen, who is in a high position, so that he will not be criticized because of his wife.
Lin Yuan briefly told her about the current trend of public opinion.
Xu Mohan's connotation Weibo caused a lot of splashes. After all, she is a popular song queen and has a lot of fans. At this time, when she is in conflict with Yan Qing, who is full of controversy, the online comments are of course one-sided to her.
Yan Qing's wave was uneventful, and that wave became a scheming girl who was incompetent and robbed people of resources.
Huo Yunshen was going to the group meeting today. Seeing that she was on the phone, he waited and didn't leave. He vaguely heard Lin Yuan's words, frowned, and his face darkened.
Yan Qing covered the microphone and hooked her fingers at Huo Yun deeply.
Unconditionally obedient, he leaned down and approached her.
Yan Qing gave him a kiss on the cheek and said with a smile, "Boss Huo should work, I'll take care of this little trouble, you don't want to do everything for me, it makes me look like a weak little white flower, you believe me once."
After coaxing her husband away, Yan Qing opened Weibo and asked Lin Yuan while brushing: "The main question is about "Blue Silk". Can we contact the filmmaker and release a short studio version first, so that everyone can feel at ease."
Lin Yuan was at a loss for words, but Yan Qing was really good. She didn't want to clarify for herself, but to understand that the public was afraid that songs and dramas would be ruined by her.
Before the marriage was exposed, netizens still talked about how good Kapok's songs were, but once they fell to the bottom and were brought to the rhythm by black fans, they were completely rejected for no reason. These seemed to be her additional "deception". It was determined that her singing skills were fake, her writing skills were fake, and nothing was credible.
That being the case, let the public believe again.
Lin Yuan's tone was calm: "Mr. Huo has already explained to me before you mentioned it. If he speaks, how can the filmmakers hide it? There will be a video version released within half an hour to correct your name."
Yan Qing's heart skipped a beat.
He silently paved the way for her...
Twenty minutes later, the ancient puppet drama party really did what it said, and released the studio clip of the high-pitched part of the chorus of "Blue Silk", without additional sound modification, no beauty filter, and a true display of the scene of the day.
This script became popular before it was broadcast, and the song became a hot topic because of her controversy and Xu Mohan's dissatisfaction. As soon as the video version came out, it became a hit.
Yan Qing took another look at the trumpet, and it was very good. The big and small bloggers all over the screen were forwarding it, and the mouth was fragrant.
"Is this the fucking unrefined sound in the recording studio?! The singing skills are so great?!"
"I got pregnant by my ears!"
"It's funny, don't talk about those original online songs in the past, they must have been edited, let alone "Peak Girl", it's all about the effect of the show, and now even the filmmaker is cooperating with her, using Xiuyin as the original sound, it's no help !"
But there was also a small group of people who refuted her, proposing that according to professional judgment, it seems to be the real soundtrack version.
Most people don't believe it, otherwise with this timid tone and level, not only Xu Mohan can't reach it, but even any singer in the circle is of a different type from her, and it is difficult to compare.
Yan Qing has grasped the situation, the first step to reverse the image, the foreshadowing is here, and a strong evidence is needed to prove that everything is true.
Lin Yuan's phone was always on: "Xu Mohan is obviously a backdoor person, and she also implies that you are a resource person. In the comments, she said that you would not dare to record and live broadcast like her."
Yan Qing also saw it.
Lin Yuan hummed: "No, she may have been hit by this video. It was announced that a new song will be recorded live at noon. I guess we want to prove our strength. How about we rise to the challenge?"
He also started a live broadcast and did a better job than her, bringing evidence to the video in the recording studio.
Hearing Yanqing's promise, Lin Yuan immediately prepares to contact the appropriate place, requiring high-level, quiet, and safety equipment...
Yan Qing sat on the sofa, glanced upstairs, and asked, "How is my house?"
Lin Yuan slapped her forehead, why did she forget that she didn't bring a poor newcomer, but a rich and powerful wife!
The live broadcast time was set at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Yuan went to start the promotion and preliminary preparations. Yan Qing hung up the phone at home and didn't stand up for a while. Her head was still a little dizzy, chaotic, and not as clear as usual.
She rested with her forehead closed and her eyes closed. It didn't take long for her to count, the door moved softly, and the man walked hurriedly in front of her, supporting her temples with both hands.
"Deeply..." Yan Qing opened her eyes in surprise, "Why are you back?"
Huo Yunshen frowned: "Come on, let's go in the afternoon, I want to go home and see you."
"Does it have a headache?" he asked in a deep voice, "is it serious?"
Yan Qing shook his head, clapped his hand, and the ending sounded involuntarily soft: "It's just that I didn't sleep well and felt a little dizzy, it's not because you were too much yesterday..."
Huo Yun hugged her head and rubbed: "It's my fault, try to spread out as much as possible in the future, don't be so concentrated."
Yan Qing laughed, and the total number of times he did it for a long time was still quite high. His husband was really overwhelmed by desires.
She told him that she was going to broadcast live at home in the afternoon. Huo Yun knew that the promotion had been done, so he held her up on his lap and demanded, "You are not feeling well, at most five o'clock, or I will push the door on time."
Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder and nodded meekly: "Aren't you still busy in the afternoon, when you come back, it will definitely be over."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yuan and his team arrived at Huo's house, carefully done makeup and hair for Yan Qing, and gave her a few skirts to choose from. Yan Qing looked at it and pointed upstairs: "Sister Yuan, how about you? Come up with me?"
For the next ten minutes, Lin Yuan was lost in Mrs. Huo's bottomless luxury cloakroom.
She took a breath and grabbed Yan Qing's hand: "You pick it up first, and then change it when the live broadcast starts."
Yan Qing was puzzled.
Lin Yuan said, "We must show off the little corners of the daily life of wealthy wives!"
At three o'clock, the live broadcast started, and a large wave of complicated ex-fans and melon-eating crowd poured in. When someone came up, they directly taunted, but the next second scene shocked the whole family.
All that was left in the fast-scrolling comment area on the screen were neat and uniform slurs.
"cloakroom?!"
"Bigger than my living room?!"
"Shit, your house is fine, it's three times bigger than my entire house combined!"
Yan Qing was wearing a seemingly simple home dress, not too loose or tight to wrap her bumpy figure. She had long legs, waist, slender breasts and big breasts, but now her long hair is loose, her makeup is exquisite, and she is charming and charming. Standing in the cloakroom, I was blinded.
The last time she made a public appearance was in the show, and she didn't show up after a while, which was even more eye-catching than before.
Some people can't help but think that in the primary evaluation of "Peak Girl", Huo Yunshen said the amazing phrase "princess". It turned out that it was not just words at all, but deeds, and properly treated the princess.
Yan Qing has a sweet smile, does not pay attention to other people's reactions, and chooses clothes naturally.
In fact, she was also shocked, and the little dirty words in her heart were connected.
She never came in! She didn't know it was so deep and so full! According to Lin Yuan, the new season's luxury brand dresses are tightly hung on a wall, and some limited editions that other actresses can't find are also left out in her wardrobe.
Deeply this prodigal husband!
Yan Qing seemed to calmly choose a beaded bead style, and Lin Yuan gave her a thumbs up.
She went in and changed, and came out with another wave of amazement.
The reason why a beauty is a beauty is that it can make people forget all prejudice and dissatisfaction about her in the moment of meeting.
Yanqing walked into her exclusive workshop with the live broadcast, opened the door, and the comment area exploded again. The professional equipment was so neat that it was outrageous. All they could do was "vacant resources, morality is not suitable".
She smiled and sat down in front of the piano, without using a microphone, she played and sang directly, avoiding all possible doubts, pressing down the keys with her slender fingers and opening her mouth like water.
The singing is the public excerpt of "Blue Silk". The ancient style music is re-interpreted on the piano.
Lin Yuan clenched his fist excitedly. The number of viewers of the live broadcast had already broken the expected record and was still rising.
In the picture, the evening afterglow spilled into the window, Yan Qing closed his eyes and sang, with a smile on his lips, which made people want to cry inexplicably.
Because it took time to change clothes, it was already 4:55 when Yan Qing sang her original song.
The number of people in the live broadcast room exploded.
Huo Yunshen has been waiting downstairs for more than half an hour.
He came back just after four o'clock, checked his watch every three minutes, it was almost five o'clock, and his wife was still working hard.
At 4:59, Huo Yun couldn't bear it anymore, got up and went upstairs.
The door of the live broadcast room was ajar, and Yan Qing's singing came. Huo Yunshen stared at the dial. As soon as the second hand arrived, he put his hand down and pushed the door open decisively.
Yan Qing was startled and remembered that it was time out.
With the camera facing her, she raised her eyes and stared nervously at the man who didn't intend to avoid suspicion at all.
The comment section is crazy.
"I'm relying on someone, who is who! It's not Mr. Huo!"
"Huo will take care of such trivial matters as live broadcasts?"
Huo Yunshen ignored the work team in the room, with a clear goal, he walked straight to Yan Qing by the window, aggressively wanting to grab her to rest.
Yan Qing tried to whitewash Taiping before the live broadcast: "Why did you come in, are you looking for something—"
Huo Yun's eyes darkened.
"Yes," he said softly and came to her, "come in to find my baby."
Yan Qing's cheeks suddenly turned red.
Live it! He is so unrestrained!
She quickly glanced at the comment area and exploded into a duet.
"I'm deaf, baby?! Really baby?!"
"Cat cat! I'm looking for a cat!"
"Yes, it must be a cat!"
Yan Qing did not give up, and tried to change Mr. Huo's original intention for the second time: "... looking for cats?"
Huo Yun stared at the tips of her blushing ears, and couldn't help but chuckle.
He slowly bent his back.
In the live broadcast, the man's belt-bound waistline first appeared, followed by the chest, straight and wide shoulders, and the seductive Adam's apple on the neckline of the shirt.
The comment section is completely irrational.
When the picture progressed to revealing the thin lips, it stopped.
The man inadvertently stopped at this angle, just close to Yan Qing, intimate but not too charming, just right.
Then came his low magnetic voice with a smile—
"Yes, please return my Qingqing cat to me."