Sweet Nothings

Chapter 7

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Yan Qing leaned in the cubicle weakly, and was mercilessly attacked by Huo Yunshen's words.

The phone was still buzzing, she raised her hand, dropped it, and covered her face with a snap.

Compared with Mr. Huo's routine, she is too naive.

Someone banged on the door outside: "Have you changed your words? Let's go take pictures together, and we'll practice dancing when it's over."

Yan Qing is sober and patted her forehead. Tomorrow morning will be the recording site for the first round of ratings. The remaining preparation time is only half a day. She can sing without any problem, but she has never been exposed to dancing before. You have to learn it before recording.

Fortunately, she met the four girls who helped her with makeup in the bathroom. Now, the one who knocked on the door was Ouyang, who was handsome with short hair. He was the dance leader in the team and was willing to take her to the door.

She has no time to waste.

"Wait, here we come!"

But King Yama obviously wouldn't let her go easily. She didn't reply to the message, so she simply called in.

Yan Qing was worried that if Mr. Huo didn't pay attention, Mr. Huo's temper would come to the fore and she would reluctantly press the call: "I'm very busy, you have something to say."

There was a moment of silence in the receiver.

Breathing is as if it doesn't exist.

Yan Qing was taken aback by Huo Yunshen's silence, and immediately thought that if Yun Qing answered the phone, he would definitely treat him gently and sweetly. He probably couldn't get used to this kind of indifference.

Why bother.

After a short pause, Huo Yun opened his mouth and asked again, "What are you doing?"

Afraid of being heard, Yanqing lowered the volume and said, "I'm going to take pictures now, and I'll practice dancing with my friends later. I really don't have time to reply to your message. Even if you prepare fifty mobile phones for me, you have to wait until I'm done, hang up first. ."

Just as she pressed her finger on the red one to hang up, he asked again, "Do you want to dance? Does the dance have a name?"

Yan Qing replied casually: "I was cramming and found it on the Internet, "Love Cycle"."

Ouyang was urging again, Yan Qing hurriedly hung up the phone and pushed the door out.

The girls immediately surrounded her, and the tones dragged on: "Oops—who are you on the phone with? We're talking a lot, we can all hear—"

Yan Qing bit her lip: "It's just... My family members always ask me what I'm doing, it's annoying."

Ouyang snapped his fingers and rubbed Yan Qing's head: "Don't you know the subtext of this sentence?"

"Subtext?"

"'I am missing you."

Yan Qing stood in the chaotic locker room, her footsteps could not help but stop, Huo Yunshen's tone just rushed to his ears like a gust of wind.

"What are you doing."

It turned out that what he meant to say was... "I'm thinking of you".

Huo Yunshen returned to the top-floor office of Huo's headquarters building. All the executives who trotted and followed Mr. Huo's signature along the way held their breaths.

Minte helped a calm expression on his face, and sneered in his heart.

help? I don't even know what the hell is going on in the future.

To put it in the past, Brother Shen would like to hide Yunqing in a barrier every day. It is best to be the one that no one in the world can see except him. Now it's good. Go to the house dance in the red show.

Thinking about that situation was exciting. Yun Qing wore an ultra-short pleated skirt, a cute little top, and paired a double ponytail or a ball head, and twisted it in front of the front row of male tutors and the cameras in the room...

Min Te's neck became cold, and he heard the voice of death approaching: "Min Jing, think about it again, and jump out of the window for me."

Huo Yunshen's face was gloomy and cold, his stomach was still shrinking violently, and his temples were also throbbing as he joined in the fun. Since his body had been boiled down three years ago, his stomach pain and headache have been with him. Medication hardly works.

The more unbearable, the more I miss her.

I want to hold it in my hand all the time, not letting go an inch.

Huo Yunshen was too lazy to speak, so he took out a piece of paper and wrote two lines of words and handed it to Min Jing to do it, then knocked on the table with a blank expression.

A group of executives lined up at the door heard the sound, came in in a fright, and put down the many folders that needed to be signed and signed. No matter how high-level these people were outside, they all bowed their heads and bent over in front of Mr. Huo, but they were also willing.

Everyone has personally witnessed Mr. Huo's skills, from an abandoned son who was abandoned by his family and was not allowed to finish his studies, to the intruders and victors who frantically plundered, his shrewdness, ability, and ruthlessness , enough to be feared and looked up to.

After waiting for the busy people to disperse, Huo Yun raised his eyes and asked Min Jing, "Is it done?"

Min Jing held up the glasses that were about to be broken: "Yes, it's all done, there is no objection from Chengfeng, I accept it all, I am so happy to set off firecrackers to celebrate, the funds are in place, and the new show will be released tonight. , the arrangement will be completed before the official recording tomorrow."

He understood, what did Brother Shen mean by "the acquisition is postponed, and the method is changed".

Exclusive naming rights for the show.

From today, "Peak Girl" has to be renamed to "Huo's Peak Girl".

Therefore, the contestant Yanqing of "Peak Girl" must also be called Huo's Yanqing.

The unprecedented method of "guanling the husband's surname" is not over. Brother Shen's thinking will always be beyond the mortals like them, and he has also set a more terrifying strategy than the title.

Min Jing said, "But Mr. Su of Xingshang and Mr. Lin of Wanjing both asked to talk to you before they agreed to record the show. Video calls from both sides have already come in."

"catch."

Huo Yun pressed the speakerphone deeply, and the three-party talks were frying in the office.

Mr. Su was twenty-five or six years old, with a baby face, and exaggeratedly shouted when he came up: "Brother Shen, what are you doing? It's up to you, it's up to me, it's up to Xiaolin, we have a 300-square-meter office, no need for a 500-square-meter bed, run away. Go to a talent show to be a director, a teacher?!"

Huo Yun didn't raise his eyes, and scolded: "Teacher? Do you know how?"

On the other side, Mr. Lin smiled politely: "Brother Shen, don't pay attention to him, I understand what you mean, it's not a mentor, I'm going to be the father of the gold master. As a sponsor, we can easily come up with some brand endorsements, film and television dramas. It's enough to ride the wind video and call the group of little girls, but what's the picture?"

Huo Yunshen only said one sentence: "Picture my wife."

Bye.

The bell rang one after another, he frowned, and explained to Min Jing: "Explain it clearly to them and be there on time tomorrow."

Min Jing didn't even think about how to explain - Mr. Huo's petite wife was participating in the talent show of the women's team. Mr. Huo was afraid that she would be bullied, wronged and treated unfairly. Just a single Huo Shi was there, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva sprinkled resources all over the place. It would always cause criticism. I was afraid that the little wife would be angry, so I had to pull two qualified people to cover.

It's Mr. Su and Mr. Lin, you two. Surprise? Excited? Are you proud

Min Jing wrote a good word here, turned his head and saw Huo Yunshen grabbing his jacket and getting up, his hand resting on the tabletop and shaking slightly.

He hurriedly asked, "Brother Shen, where are you going? It's dark, and you haven't had a good meal and rest for two days."

Huo Yun's back was straight, and he couldn't see any discomfort: "Don't worry, don't follow me."

The night in November was very cold, and every time the temperature dropped, the cold wind blew into the bones.

Huo Yunshen drove to a famous pharmacy restaurant in the city to pick out a late night snack. While waiting to pack, he ate a little porridge with difficulty and felt nauseated after swallowing it, so he pushed it away.

I haven't seen you for another six hours.

Qingqing doesn't reply to messages or answer the phone, as if she doesn't exist in his world.

He has only found her for a day, and he has no sense of reality. Even occasionally, he thinks that he is dreaming. All hugs and kisses, the warmth that belongs to her, are just an illusion before his death.

He wanted to see her, he couldn't stay overnight, he couldn't wait for tomorrow, even if he just glanced at her from a distance.

Yan Qing danced "Love Cycle" almost a hundred times in the practice room, sweating like rain, and she couldn't lift her legs.

Ouyang actively demonstrated to her, and shouted close: "Baby, in this action, your butt must be upturned. You look better than me, don't be shy, you have to let go of dancing."

Yan Qing bowed his head.

Aw, you have to bend your butt when you dance.

Just kill her.

Ouyang clapped his hands: "Come on! Sexy and cute!"

Yan Qing's body already had an instinct, her long and slender legs were straight, her long ponytail was raised up in the wet, her pale cheeks were flushed, and she looked at the practice room and swallowed.

The girls got up one after another: "Let's go back to the house and sleep! It's so beautiful! It's so exciting, I'm going to hit the wall!"

After the big team left, Ouyang looked at his watch: "Let's go back to rest, shall we? It's very late, and we have to get up early tomorrow. I heard that the recording site was reloaded overnight. It seems that the competition system has changed temporarily, and there is an extra right to override. The high-energy jury above the mentor team is scary."

Yan Qing wiped her sweat, her chest heaving: "Jury?"

"Yeah, it is said that the identity is super big, and the staff are mysteriously reluctant to talk about it. I guess the rating standards are stricter than before," Ouyang said, "so go to bed early, keep your spirits up, and you will make rapid progress. , this dance is enough."

Yan Qing shook her head: "You go back first, and I'll practice."

Ouyang couldn't persuade him, so he had to leave. Before closing the door, he called out, "Baby, I'm leaving. Call me if you have anything."

Yan Qing beckoned sweetly: "Okay—"

Ouyang closed the door, inexplicably chilled and shivered a bit. She looked around vigilantly and found nothing unusual, but why... It seems that Youdao can pierce Lingchi's gaze on her body.

Huo Yunshen stood in a dark place where the lights couldn't shine, and the tendons in his hands swelled while carrying the supper.

After a few minutes, the voices dissipated, and only the door of the practice room not far away was left open, faintly revealing lively music and Yan Qing's hurried and soft breathing.

Huo Yun lowered his eyes deeply, covering up the turbulent darkness, slowly walked out of the shadows, approached the door, and pushed the gap a little.

Yan Qing was practicing hard in front of the big mirror, her little top was soaked with sweat, and with the dance moves, her hem lifted up, revealing a section of snow-white skin around her waist.

Huo Yunshen grabbed the metal doorknob, his anger and grievance intertwined, and he banged around in his chest.

Obviously it's his own baby.

But let others call and let others see, there will be thousands of men and women who will follow her in the future.

Huo Yun's deep temple hurt like needles, and his body was unstable for a while, and when he touched the door, it made a slight noise.

Yanqing thought it was Ouyang who turned back, and after a long time, they got to know each other well, and also called her affectionately: "Baby, why are you back again?"

After saying that, he looked up and met the man's radiant eyes.

Yan Qing was so frightened that his feet swayed, and he threw himself on the floor. Huo Yunshen quickly stepped forward and caught her by the waist. The wet body made him addicted. It was a good medicine for all his pain. He embraced her, Any suffering is comforted, and follow the instinct to pull people into the arms.

"Ah, let it go! There is surveillance! There is video!"

Huo Yunshen pressed his lips to her ear: "Before I came here, they were all turned off."

Yan Qing hurriedly broke free: "That won't work either. It was only at noon that it was good to be friendly and not to talk about it! Can you be a little honest and don't always go back on your word, it's too hateful!"

Huo Yun lowered his eyelashes and slowly put her down.

He doesn't want to be nasty...

Yan Qing seized the opportunity to run away, glanced at him, and asked uncomfortably, "What are you doing here so late?"

Huo Yunshen found a clean wall and sat down on the floor, opened the food box, and the rich aroma of the soup immediately wafted out, causing Yan Qing to swallow, and couldn't help but glance inside.

"Come here, Qingqing, I'll bring you something delicious."

Yan Qing's stomach growled unsatisfactorily, she silently covered her mouth, and said, "I, I'm not hungry. Besides, why do you call it a puppy."

Huo Yun looked at her deeply, picked up the bowl, and curved his lips: "It's not a puppy, but a kitten?"

His voice was deep and deep, his bark was intimate, but serious: "Qingqing cat, come to me."

Qingqing's cat's ears turned red secretly, and she licked her lower lip with little confidence.

What the hell did King Yama buy? How can it be so delicious!

Anyway, if there is no one else, just eat... One bite, it shouldn't be too embarrassing.

Yan Qing opened her legs, walked over slowly, took the tempting porcelain bowl from Mr. Huo's hand, and ate the soup and the rotten chicken legs in a few mouthfuls.

She raised her eyes unwillingly and fell into Huo Yun's dark eyes.

It was filled with repressed and fiery longing.

Yan Qing's breathing was messed up, so he hurriedly lowered his head, filled the small bowl with super-fast hands, and pushed the rest over to him: "Don't say I have no conscience, I'll give you the rest."

Then she held the small bowl, slid away for a while, turned her back to Huo Yunshen, curled up and ate attentively.

Huo Yunshen chased without force, leaned his back against the wall, and fixed his eyes on her.

The lights in the practice room were only half turned on, and she and he were both sitting in the dim yellow with no lights.

The two shadows were elongated and enlarged and projected on the opposite white wall.

The people are obviously far away, but the shadows are so close, as if they can reach out and touch them.

Huo Yun was deeply fascinated, and tentatively raised his arm, the shadow on the wall that belonged to him also lifted up.

Then, the shadow moved forward, gently and cautiously touching Yanqing's shadow.

Until they collided, blended, like hugged together.

Huo Yunshen's posture was strange, twisting in unnatural movements, staring at the shadow hugging on the wall, smiling.

He murmured in a low voice.

"Qingqing, when I came in just now, you called me baby."

"I still want to hear it."

"Just once."

The author has something to say: Qingqingmao: I'm going to be caught in the deep baby routine again, this wave is still huge.