Huo Yunshen's hands have never moved in an orderly manner, and his tone and eyes are also magnanimous and deep, not revealing much charm, but his body is hard and hot, and the two words that seem to be casually said can cook Yan Qing in place.
The injury is so severe that the leg can't walk, so I'm thinking about that!
It wasn't the first time he thought about it after he woke up. Since his injury has obviously improved and his mental state has recovered, he has held her in his arms a lot, but he will not make excessive demands to make her worry more. Whenever it is unbearable, he will Holding her tight, she closed her eyes to calm down.
Seeing that I'm going home today, I can't help myself.
Yan Qing's ears were bloodshot, and he put his hand in his pocket and pressed him lightly and softly, "Be honest."
Huo Yunshen didn't take a cane, his spine was slightly numb when she touched him, he laughed hoarsely, and let himself fall on her: "I'm right, my wife still abused me, pressing too hard, I'm a patient."
Yan Qing opened her arms to catch him, blushingly hugged his waist and smoothed it.
"You still know you're a patient..."
"I know," he took it for granted, "so I need reassurance and want to get closer to you."
Close to negative distance, possessing and demanding.
Yan Qing obediently lay on his chest, listening to his thumping heartbeat.
She can understand.
When the emotional accumulation is too heavy and too strong, he really wants to express and talk about the intimacy of his body. Especially for Huo Yunshen, he is always uneasy. Even though her memory has been restored for many days, he has endured too many hardships. He would worry about gains and losses. During the hospital days, he often held her tightly and refused to let go. Even if she only went outside the ward for a few minutes and came back, there was panic in his eyes.
No matter how well it was concealed, she could still feel it.
Huo Yunshen's world is so small that it has become her shape.
Apart from her, he has nothing, and he hardly even exists, and all his emotions are left to her to control.
Yan Qing's heart was soft and painful. He never loved herself, but she did.
She can't wait to give him the best and gentlest things, heal his layered wounds little by little, and give it to his home.
Min Jing said tentatively from the door: "Brother Shen, you can go now."
Yan Qing stole a glance and glanced down. Mr. Huo's flamboyant place has been settled down very cooperatively. She kissed his chin rewardingly, cleared her throat seriously, and shook his hand: "Shen, let's go back first. Home, I miss home."
Thinking of that... She hasn't felt it with her complete memory, her home with him.
When I left the hospital, it was dark, and there was a lot of traffic along the way, and the night was vividly reflected by the lights.
After Yan Qing got better, this was the first time she left the ward and went out to the street, to revisit the sea city that had been split and reunited in her memory.
She and Huo Yunshen grew up in Haicheng, and all the young and fiery love burned here. Later, she also met him in Haicheng with a new identity and married him.
The hospital is in the south of the Yangtze River, and when you go back to the Huo's house, you will go to the north of the Yangtze River, and you will pass the bridge across the river in the middle.
The wind picked up at night, whistling at the car windows, much like the late night of the reunion.
The car just drove smoothly to the end of the bridge, Yan Qing's heartbeat was intensifying, and when he passed the middle of the bridge, Huo Yunshen had stood and almost jumped off the railing, Yan Qing's fingernails unknowingly pinched into the palm of his hand, and his heart twitched.
Can't think.
When she recalled the scene at that time, she felt chills with fear.
A man is destined to be buried in this icy cold river. If she takes another half step, his life will stop in the sorrowful wish to use death to find her, drifting endlessly, never to be found. The road that leads to her.
And she lived through this life without knowing anything, and never knew who she was, and who was so madly loved by whom.
He has become a wisp of soul, and will still stubbornly look for her and wait for her.
It may take a long time to float to her side, but she can't even hug her, she can't perceive him, being with other people, laughing or arguing, has nothing to do with him.
Huo Yunshen was paranoid and ruthless, and only held her in his hands.
When he found out that she had forgotten him, he would not be reluctant to drag her to hell. I am afraid he would just follow silently, lest his hands that were not warm would freeze her.
Yan Qing turned her head and stared out the car window, not daring to look back to let Huo Yunshen realize she was crying.
She has been crying a lot lately.
A fiery palm suddenly caressed the back of her neck, turned her around half-forcefully, lifted her face, and wiped away the water marks from the corners of her eyes.
Yan Qing's vision was blurred, and the man's facial features were dreamlike.
She couldn't help hugging him tightly: "deeply..."
Huo Yun kissed her fascinatedly: "Don't cry, I'm alive, you came back to save me."
"If I'm one step too late..."
"You're too late, then I'll become a ghost to haunt you," he bit her fiercely, "I will fall into your dreams every night and tie you to the bed."
Yan Qing let out a small burp.
Well, blame her, she thought too sad.
Her family is really going to be a ghost, and without the time limit, she will accompany her forever.
As the car approached the villa, Yan Qing saw a lot of light flickering from the window. Huo Yunshen explained that the driver did not leave the garage and parked directly at the main gate of the courtyard.
Yan Qing got out of the car and raised her head. Just like the night she received her marriage certificate, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with flickering warm-colored small lights. This time, they had to go a little too far.
"Wife, welcome home."
So stupid, it also pokes her heart into a sieve.
The last time he spoke, she knew how to hide awkwardly.
Now I just want to jump on the spot and rush upstairs to enjoy herself in her home.
"When did you prepare..."
"The moment I knew I could bring you back with my own hands."
The first thing Yanqing did when she got home was to take care of her husband who had inconvenient legs and sit down, and then gear up: "Wait for me for three minutes!"
She rummaged through the box, found out the prenuptial agreement that she had signed, put it before Huo Yunshen solemnly, and tore it in half in front of him.
"This must be destroyed, it doesn't count."
Huo Yun locked her eyes deeply: "Then I want a calculation."
Yan Qing's slippers fell to the ground, her slender legs were half-knelt on the sofa, she pressed the shredded paper and moved it to his legs, softly holding his face.
"One is nothing, I'll give you many."
She first kissed his forehead, and the man's eyelashes were trembling.
"Qingqing is your wife all her life, and there is no end."
Then he kissed him in the eye, and he breathed harder.
"Love you 10,000 times a day."
"Too little," he retorted.
Yan Qing smiled, and didn't think he was naive, and pinched his cheek: "I will consider increasing it as appropriate."
She kissed the tip of his nose again: "I want to be Mr. Huo's most obedient cat."
The temperature on the man's lips was getting hot, roasting her.
She aimed for the kiss and said vaguely, "I stick with you, I need you, I miss you..."
Huo Yun couldn't bear to lift her up and put her on her intact left leg, pressed it to deepen the kiss, and tossed around to the fullest. When she was soft in his arms, he held her earlobe and asked, "Is the performance qualified? Can Qingqing cat be able to do today? As appropriate... Love me ten thousand and one times, and give me a little more reward?"
Yan Qing was never able to fight back under Mr. Huo's offensive, and knew his desire in his heart, but his injury recovery was not good enough to indulge him casually.
She has other ways to express it.
As his body improved, the storm of the explosion gradually subsided, and Lin Yuan's work as an agent also returned to the right track.
The day before she was discharged from the hospital, Lin Yuan was still reminding her that the major music awards in the middle of the year were about to start, and others were eyeing them. She should not miss it. She should sort out her personal albums as soon as possible, and release them as soon as possible, so that she can grab the last train of awards.
She has been preparing the original songs of the album. Nine songs were originally set, and all the others were completed, except for the last title song, which is also the album's song of the same name or a semi-finished product.
The reason... is that she hadn't found the missing part of her soul before.
Yan Qing takes care of her husband who shows weakness in rare illness at home, satisfying his endless need for kisses, hugs and comforts, and secretly writing songs in the studio while he is busy with work.
Before the recording of the episode of "Song of the Night" was interrupted by the explosion, Yan Qing finished polishing every note of the song. She picked up the pen and wrote the song title and album title stroke by stroke on the paper.
"Deep Mind".
One thought, one breath, one breath, ten years of time, deep love.
The studio door was quietly pushed open.
Yan Qing felt Huo Yun's deep breath approaching, and folded the paper quickly so that he wouldn't show it.
Huo Yun smiled with a deep smile on his lips: "Bad learning? There are still secrets."
"Yes, I can't let you know for the time being." She raised her eyes slightly, with a soft charm. "Mr. Huo, will you be obedient? If you agree, I'll give you a candy."
He walked very slowly, and walked up to her step by step, rubbing her chin with his articulated fingers: "What candy can make me obedient, is it sweet enough?"
Yan Qing looked up at him.
The man had just finished work, the collar of his shirt was buttoned to the top, with an undulating Adam's apple up, the bridge of his nose was straight and straight, and his superior eyebrows were blocked by a pair of gold wire flat mirrors.
Leng Ruo covered a lot, showing a calm abstinence, God knows how much patience is buried in it.
It has been almost a week since she was discharged from the hospital. Yesterday, she was very euphemistic and asked the doctor in a side-by-side manner that her husband could do some less strenuous exercise, just in moderation.
Yan Qing couldn't bear it any longer, her fair fingertips pulled Huo Yunshen's jacket, dragging him down, and brushing his lips over his rolling Adam's apple as if unintentionally.
His back was tense.
She didn't move away, and attacked the side of his neck and auricle with satisfaction, feeling his hot breath and the hands suddenly tightening around his waist with satisfaction.
There is nothing more exciting than tearing off your husband's disguise.
Yan Qing thought she was feeding the candy, so she could come slowly.
Huo Yunshen was obviously dissatisfied with the speed, picked her up and sat in her place.
The chair is spacious enough.
He lifted the fluttering girl, let her knees spread apart, and landed on both sides of his legs. The body did not fit right away, there was a small distance.
Body temperature is blending with each other, boiling the air.
Yan Qing's snow-colored skin turned red, and the shoulder strap of the home sling slipped off.
Her knees couldn't hold it, and she sat down slowly.
Huo Yunshen grabbed her hand and put it on the metal buckle around his waist, his voice was hoarse: "Qingqing, I want to eat the candy you gave me."
Yan Qing felt that she was really naive.
Less strenuous exercise
That is probably the biggest question to Mr. Huo himself.
Every hidden corner of her body, the same deep-rooted joy three years ago and three years later, merged into one, completely burning her calm and reserved.
The next day, Yanqing was going to set off to record the show. "Song of the Night" has been delayed for a week, so there is no longer any delay. He is going to finish the second half of the competition in the resort area.
Huo Yunshen was inconvenient to walk. Most of the time, he needed crutches or support. Yan Qing was worried about his health and asked him to stay at home. The recording hall for the competition was in Haicheng.
Mr. Huo nodded innocently: "Okay, waiting for you."
As soon as Yan Qing left, he got into the car on the back and followed her to the recording scene.
My wife wouldn't let me go, so I went stealthily.
He promised to wait for her, but did not say where to wait.
Anyway, nothing can stop Mr. Huo's determination to follow his wife.
Min Jing chatted in the car for a long time, insisting on reporting the current funny situation with a serious face: "Brother Shen, this is basically the case, I have been persevering on the Internet for a long time, thinking that the Huo family is going to go bankrupt, you have to leave the board of directors, and It is rumored that you are disfigured and physically disabled, waiting for your wife to divorce you."
After these terrifying words were said, the back row could freeze people to death as if the highest-grade air conditioner was on.
Assistant Minte covered his head: "Brother, I am an emotionless reading machine! I didn't say it!"
Huo Yun said coldly: "The clarification that should be clarified, I will do the rest."
Qingqing returned to work for the first time today.
She wants to be Mrs. Huo, who is the star and the moon, not a poor little girl who has lost her shelter, is helpless, and is ridiculed and watching a good show.
Before Yan Qing arrived at the recording site, Lin Yuan had done enough psychological construction for her, worried that some people who didn't have long eyes might talk nonsense, and asked her about the rumors on the Internet, asking her not to mind.
However, before the car stopped, a group of high-level executives and persons in charge related to the show came out to greet him. There were five or six assistant stylists specially arranged for Yan Qing.
Lin Yuan was shocked that something was wrong. The phone just vibrated, and she looked down.
Three minutes ago, Huo's official blog publicly announced the important cooperation with the top leader in the industry, Suoya, and a series of blinding huge investments after entering the US market.
In the accompanying short video, there is a clip of Huo Yunshen signing a contract with the person in charge of Suoya.
The man bowed his head slightly, handsome and austere.
After this, the official blog generously sent a kitten and cat emoji, and added a very straightforward sentence: "Mr. Huo said that he made money and bought diamonds for his wife."
The netizens who had been guessing with passion for a long time were dizzy.
What about bankruptcy and divorce? !
What if the popular black and red female star lost her backing and was run over by the back waves and reduced to the eighteenth line? !
"No, wait! This video is from before the explosion - who knows if Mr. Huo took it out to decorate Taiping, maybe Mr. Huo is now obsolete!"
"Damn it, I cried to death when I thought of such a handsome face being ruined!"
"I'm afraid it's more than just the face. I heard that my hands and feet are... tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid there really is only money left. How can Yanqing be Mrs. Huo?"
Huo Yun took a few glances lightly, threw the phone aside, and entered the recording scene through a hidden passage.
Today's competition order was decided by lottery, and Yan Qing was the first to sing.
She wore a long dress that Huo Yunshen had chosen, a smoky tea-green color, just the right amount of pearls and emeralds, her long hair was playfully coiled up, revealing her beautiful white shoulders and neck.
When Yan Qing stepped onto the stage with her skirt in hand, Huo Yunshen walked to the exit where the competition ended with difficulty.
The exit is behind the stage, she can't see him, but he can see her clearly.
The beams of light converge in the field, illuminating only one person.
Yanqing is in the light.
He is in the dark.
He fixed his eyes on her, indulging in the dungeon.
After Yan Qing finished singing, the auditorium of the judges was deafening. In the soothing voice of the director on the scene, she bowed with a smile, turned and walked to the exit.
The eyes collided in the chaotic cheers and light and shadow.
Yan Qing was stunned, staring blankly at the tall figure standing in the dark, other sounds and images no longer existed.
She stepped forward involuntarily and ran towards him. The director listened to the extremely excited roar in the earphones, and hurriedly followed the words and moved the camera and beam along.
Yan Qing walked through the long corridor and rushed to Huo Yunshen.
Broken gold was reflected in his eyes, and he whispered, "Wife, I didn't take a cane, so I won't embarrass you."
Yan Qing looked at his slightly raised lips, angry and distressed, and angrily poked his chest: "Didn't you say it's better to rest at home?"
"That's what I planned, but as soon as you left, I found that I couldn't stand a long-distance relationship."
"Long distance relationship? You are all in Haicheng, you can get there in an hour..."
One after another screams resounded throughout the recording hall.
Huo Yun touched her hair deeply, lowered his head to approach her, and said with a smile, "I can't help it, I'm not by your side, no matter how close I am, I'm still too far away."