This two-hour live broadcast went through an unfathomable cloakroom, a studio with everything, and the rich girl's wife Tian Lai played and sang, plus a live improvisational composition in the middle, and then reproduced her original sound, which is more emotional than the online audio. 's original song.
The climax came one after another, and after contracting the peak of the topic for an entire afternoon...
It ended in the most exciting moment.
Huo Yunshen, who is said to be violent and cold, with unpredictable emotions, raised his hand during the shooting, and his cold white skin approached, covering the camera and preventing hundreds of thousands of online viewers from staring at the bleeding scene.
The man's coveted body outline, and the girl's beautiful face by the window, are not to be seen.
After the darkness, it was Huo Yunshen's unquestionable command: "Stop, it's time for your wife to rest."
But in the short two or three seconds before the live broadcast closed, he received a coaxing voice with a very contrasting tone: "Qingqing is obedient, eat first—"
The whole network was silent, and then there was a turbulent more than ever.
But Huo Yunshen threw the phone away, so that Yan Qing would not worry about the mess on the Internet again, he brought lemonade, fed it with a straw into her mouth, and naturally rubbed her forehead.
"He's still dizzy."
Yan Qing kept singing, her throat never stopped, she was really thirsty, and after drinking half of it while holding the cup, she raised her head comfortably and squinted her eyes and replied, "It's much better, I'll be completely fine after another sleep. "
She enjoyed a moment of sugar-coated cannonballs before picking up the live broadcast accident just now and staring at the culprit: "You're so close on purpose!"
Huo Yun raised his eyebrows deeply: "This is intimate? It seems that I don't usually call it enough."
He looked at her bloody face, lowered his voice, and teased her softly: "Qingbao, baby, Qingqing kitten, are you hungry?"
Yan Qing's blood flowed against his body, and he rushed straight to the top of his head, sweet to the sky, and embarrassedly wanted to hit the piano.
After all, Lin Yuan still had two cronies at the door before leaving in time!
Lin Yuan heard it vaguely, her face flushed, and she quickly led people to retreat. The live broadcast here exploded, and she still had follow-up work to follow.
She originally regarded Yanqing as a tricky vase, but because of Mr. Huo's power, she followed up, but she unexpectedly found a treasure.
There are topics for you to have a face, and looking at Mr. Huo's attitude, it's really not as simple as being a substitute.
Lin Yuan is keenly aware that the brilliance of her career will not be destroyed by Yanqing, but can be achieved by her.
Of course, she was clearing her prejudice and sincere to her heart.
After everyone was gone and the room was cleaned, Yan Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Huo Yunshen into the cloakroom, poked him on the shoulder and asked, "So much—so much! Can I wear it? ?"
She circled the small half circle again, showing her achievements to her prodigal husband.
The side of the dress is not counted, it can be worn every day, even the grand haute couture dresses are layered on top of each other, not to mention the dazzling bags and shoes, as well as the transparent jewelry cabinet that is too large in the middle. to be damaged.
Huo Yunshen leaned on the closet, and said leisurely, "Wife, everyone has some hobbies, you have to understand."
"… Hobby?"
He calmly said: "My hobby is to buy things for you, and I can't blame me for this, I can only blame you for being cute. I want to wear everything I see on you."
Yan Qing pursed her lips, holding back her smile.
She couldn't stand it when it was over.
Huo Yun's brows widened and he continued: "As soon as you reminded me, I remembered that some of them should be changed. My female star, the style when I can't wear it."
Yan Qing gritted his teeth, and the poor imagination was severely impacted again.
She is really a poor little devil who has never seen the world.
However, what made her feel tight and short of breath was the next sentence from Mr. Huo.
His lips line up, and while unbuttoning his shirt cufflinks, he approached her: "One more thing, when talking about mergers and acquisitions today, I found that the other party has a real estate with a good location, you should like it, I left the top floor and packed it up. Now, I want to take you to see it."
Huo Yunshen rolled up his sleeves and hugged her in place with ease. He laughed softly: "Would you like to go?"
Yan Qing said in his heart that he could no longer satisfy his husband with clothes and jewelry, so he changed the house to play: "Is it really not a waste?"
Huo Yunshen took her out, lowered his eyes and asked, "Why do you think I make money."
She didn't speak.
He bowed his head and kissed her hair, stepped down the stairs, his voice darkened: "I had a hard time before, I could only let you live in such a small rental house, I dream of giving you the best every day, you don't need to do anything. My eldest lady, I just want you to be my eldest lady."
Yan Qing's heart trembled.
Huo Yunshen's eyes were dark, and he fixedly looked at her: "Qingqing, we are rich, and I can satisfy you with whatever you like."
"I only like you," she said softly.
Yan Qing swears to God that she is pure and flawless.
But Huo Yunshen obviously quickened his pace and solemnly replied, "This is more satisfying."
However, he was not satisfied at home. Huo Yunshen ate with her, and it was getting dark, so he immediately set off to take her to find new toys.
The real estate is called Nebula, and it is located by the river. Yanqing has heard of it. It is the top private residence in Haicheng. The purchase threshold is ridiculously high. Proud to get a small apartment here.
There are only three buildings in total. They are near the river and the water. Huo Yunshen stayed on the top floor of the building with the best location.
Forty-two storeys high, not only the area of one apartment, but also three sets, occupying most of the floor, the bathroom is also looking around the floor-to-ceiling windows by the river, reflecting the stars in the bathtub.
Yan Qing stepped on the soft carpet and stared in a daze.
Huo Yun hugged her to the window, looked at the bridge where he almost jumped to his death, and asked in her ear, "Do you like it?"
He was secretly preparing for the wedding.
He used to be suppressed, but now he doesn't. He wished the whole world knew that Qingqing belonged to him.
The house in the past does not count, and I want to prepare a new marriage room for her. You can see the river here, so high that it is far from the commonplace. He can be in the floor-to-ceiling windows, in front of the mirror, in the bathtub...
Do whatever you want.
"I like it," Yan Qing turned around and wrapped his arms around the back of his neck. "From the truth, is Mr. Huo thinking about something bad now?"
Huo Yun smirked deeply and asked her, "It's not a bad thing to want to play a cat."
Yan Qing didn't react for a while and "played the cat".
But she soon understood.
Because the man's palm covered the top of her head, slowly running down to the neck, the finger pads rubbed her butterfly bone, passed through the thin back and waist, and continued to spread, stirring up a scorching dark fire.
Yan Qing raised her face uncontrollably, her breathing quickened, and her legs were exhausted.
He asked obsessively, "Qingqingmao, can I continue?"
Yan Qing floated up and down in the constant temperature water in the bathtub, Huo Yunshen still abide by his proportions no matter how dissatisfied, fearing that she would still feel uncomfortable, after indulging her once, he wiped her dry and took her back to bed to sleep.
She sank into the new bed and called softly, "I'm living a very extravagant life—"
Huo Yunshen continued to massage her temples: "Go to bed, don't get dizzy when you wake up tomorrow morning."
Yan Qing couldn't tell the reason, but she instinctively rejected sleep.
She shook her head, guessing that she was too passionate and needed to calm down, so she proposed to her husband to go online.
Yanqing lay on the bed and turned on her mobile phone, and after doing enough psychological construction, she refreshed Weibo under Huo Yunshen's close attention. Her trumpet is all about marketing accounts and bloggers related to her, and what's going on is clear at a glance.
She was prepared in advance to be scolded for hype, accused of showing off her wealth, or continued to be questioned. The best case is to admit her ability.
However, the facts are always unexpected.
Yan Qing opened her eyes wide, and read each word at the screen: "Huo is always the best scumbag?!"
The various crazes after the live broadcast went in an unimaginable direction after half a day of fermentation.
Initially, the recognition of Yanqing's strength was the mainstream. The whole screen was full of surprise and amazement. She retweeted the part of her singing and composing music crazily. Several fan sites that were closed in anger at the beginning came back, and some people began to support Yanqing. voice.
"Yanqing was first invited as the singer of the promotion song of "Peak Girl". She will participate in the show just to save the life!"
"Yes, her strength has always been there, but she was influenced by public opinion and blindly believed that she was not good."
"Besides, you women, ask yourself, if the other party is Huo Yunshen, marrying him will go straight to the pinnacle of life. According to legend, a person who is so unattainable, calls you a baby and a cat, and pampers you with everything you can. You can resist. ? It's not good for anyone!"
So far it's pretty normal.
Later it went astray.
"That's right! No one can stand it! Huo Yunshen shouldn't be intentional!"
"Yanqing is obviously a stand-in. She must know it herself. It stands to reason that everyone should get what they need? In the end, what is he doing now, let Yanqing fall for him, and he will die for the rest of his life?"
"Spoil me so badly and kick me away?!"
"Could it be both love and hate? I love her face that looks like my old love, but hate that she looks too much like my old love?!"
"My God, it's a little pitiful to say that Yanqing-"
"Huo Yunshen is ruining people. When she gets tired of throwing away Yan Qing, can she still live?"
"What are you talking about affectionately, it turns out to be a superb scumbag!"
After several days of abuse under Yan Qingda's Weibo, a new tone also emerged.
The ruthless faction is like this: "If you still have some guts, get a divorce! Don't be greedy for people and things that don't belong to you!"
Tenderness is like this: "You should divorce quickly, or your life will be ruined, how will you live if you are dumped in the future."
There are also people who watch the fun and don’t think it’s a big deal to set up a Weibo account, and quickly attract countless fans. The name is—
Did 'Affectionate Couple' Divorce Today.
Yan Qing was stunned, and secretly glanced at Huo Yunshen's face.
His expression was light, but his eyes were about to grind the word "divorce" to ashes.
Yan Qing quickly threw the phone away, and pretended to be very sleepy to appease and pat him: "Shen Shen, let's not watch it, sleep."
Huo Yunshen pushed her into his arms: "The scumbag coaxes you to sleep."
Yan Qing laughed to death, his small eyes were as big as needles.
She didn't want to sleep, but she closed her eyes and fell asleep faster than before.
It was still a bizarre dream, with many scenes that were torn apart, so sharp that they gave her a headache.
The figure who stood behind Huo Yunshen and couldn't see his face in the past, at a certain moment of lightning, like being illuminated by a flickering flash, suddenly turned his face towards her.
Yan Qing's nerves seemed to be tensed all of a sudden, he hurriedly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.
It was just dawn and the light was still dim. She stared at the roof blankly. For a while, she didn't know where she was. She slowly turned her head and looked at the handsome man beside her. He fell asleep and was still hugging him tightly. she.
he is…
Yan Qing wanted to break away subconsciously, but felt it was wrong.
She bit the tip of her tongue to wake up and looked at him again, the strangeness and confusion in her mind faded like a tide, except for a slight dizziness, no trace was left.
After dozens of seconds, everything just now seemed to have never happened. Yan Qing frowned and thought about it. She didn't remember how she woke up, and why her heart was beating wildly.
Under the moonlight, she stared at Huo Yunshen's brows, and obediently pressed her to hug him back.
What's wrong…
In the middle of the night, I suddenly wanted to stick to him, as if I was afraid of separation.
A live broadcast and the release of the entire song "Blue Silk" brought a washing-like effect to Yan Qing. The dripping sewage was washed away a lot, and she finally got the praise she deserved.
There are still scoldings, because she has an excessively rich life in the live broadcast, and there are countless black, sour and pink eye diseases. Every day she is not tired of ridiculing, betting when she will get divorced and have nothing.
But the level of Yan is at the level and the topic is hot, so there is no need to worry about the fans returning. Many old fans of the Kapok period in the past have also stood up to speak for her.
There are still many new fans who are very open to it: "My mother, such a beautiful singer who can sing will not worry about resources in the short term, and is crazyly spoiled by the big devil husband, why not become a fan, and experience Su Shuang's life is also Okay, if it's a big deal, I'll get rid of the powder after the divorce."
The MV that Yanqing had previously filmed with Tianwang was also completed. The Tianwang team did not mind her controversy and released it generously. The pure school flower goddess in the picture successfully won a lot of sighs: "Don't say anything else, her face is really beautiful. "
"Don't say it—the singing is also really good."
"The body is really amazing."
"Character is actually more..."
Yan Qing finally turned from black to black and red.
Lin Yuan has been bombarding Yan Qing with new news, many popular variety shows are looking for her, and there are even TV dramas that want to give her roles.
Thinking of the almost kissing scene that day, and Huo Yun's heart-piercing reaction, Yan Qing shook her head decisively: "I won't be acting anymore, I want to do a good job in singing."
The funny thing is that before the debut competition, she was invited to go to the show where the pilot film was filmed. She broke the contract immediately when the accident happened, and now she runs back to regret it.
Lin Yuan refused all of them, picking and choosing, leaving behind a recently popular life-plus-singing-writing program. The model is very new. The guests who have been scheduled are basically big names with stable popularity. There are hot traffic and senior strengths, and the popularity is fundamental. You don't need to worry, and it can reflect your strength and increase your favorability. It is the best choice at present.
It's just that Xu Mohan was among the first guests, and in the last vacancy, the program team found Yanqing very thief.
"There will be difficulties and challenges, but there will also be great benefits," Lin Yuan asked. "Are you going to accept it? If you don't want to, I can choose something easier to deal with."
Yan Qing is firm: "Yes, I can do it well."
Lin Yuan Anxin: "The first phase is recorded very quickly. The theme has not yet been determined, but there will be parts that need to be created on the spot. You can prepare a few songs in advance and adjust to a good state."
Yan Qing agreed to buy time to work.
She set a few topics for herself and wanted to write a demo as soon as possible. She spent almost all day in the studio, so immersed that she didn't even know when Huo Yunshen got home.
Until the door was knocked slowly, Yan Qing turned around wearing the headset, and saw the man standing tall and pursed his lips slightly.
There was always music in her ears, and she guessed that her husband had been beating for a long time, and he had to wait for her to hear it before giving up.
He was stubborn and a little pitiful, and the corners of his mouth were tight, so that the grievances of being left out were not exposed.
Yan Qing was at a bottleneck, and he shushes at him anxiously: "Shen Shen, please stop arguing and let me finish it."
Huo Yunshen lowered his eyelashes, his eyes dimmed slightly.
Well, Qingqingmao is going to rebel.
For the sake of work, he was left aside and ignored.
Huo Yunshen simply walked in and closed the door with his backhand. Instead of going to Yan Qing immediately, he turned around and entered the small bathroom in the studio.
He took a shower, didn't wipe too dry, put on a bathrobe at will, and pushed open the bathroom door with bare feet.
Yan Qing didn't pay attention at first, but soon he smelled the clean woody fragrance, and the... clear water vapor that was gradually surrounding.
She froze, turned her head, and her pupils quivered.
Huo Yunshen didn't look at her, he was sitting at the table three meters away beside her, rushing for coffee.
He bowed his head slightly, and the drops of water ran down his chin, slid to his chest, and quickly disappeared into the loose collar.
His slender fingers with well-defined knuckles were wet and cold, and he picked up the cup in a hurry and drank a little, the damp Adam's apple sliding up and down.
Yan Qing's eyes were straight, and she couldn't help swallowing.
Huo Yunshen tilted his head and glanced at her: "You are busy, I won't make a noise."
Yan Qing tried her best to meditate and turned up the voice in her headset.
However, the cold and presumptuous breath of the man after the bath was overwhelming, and the more she didn't look at it, the more shrouded it became.
His footsteps, breathing, and the rubbing of the bathrobe were all strongly invading Xiang Yanqing's senses.
Yan Qing bit her lip to resist the temptation.
Huo Yunshen, however, walked to her worktable and sat down slowly. His short hair was simply grabbed back, messy and watery, his dark eyes swept across her occasionally, and his light-colored thin lips were wet with milked coffee, leaving a little on his lips.
Yan Qing's chest heaved and her face flushed, unable to bear to look at him.
He raised the corners of his mouth: "I really don't make noise."
Yan Qing raised her eyes and suddenly met his overly confusing face and the trace of milk on her lips.
Her heartbeat suddenly fell, she threw away the headset, slapped the desk, leaned forward and pressed his shoulders with momentum, looking down at him for a rare time: "It's not arguing, what are you doing?"
Huo Yunshen looked straight at her, and answered hoarsely, "Baby, I'm seducing you."