The affectionate couple both refuted the rumors at the award ceremony, and broke up the "stand-in" remarks that were in full swing on the Internet. The hands of the reporters who had experienced the battle were shaking, crowded to take pictures of the scene, and quickly uploaded the first-hand information. Get a head start.
In just a few minutes, Weibo was paralyzed.
There was too much news that jumped out, and press releases appeared one after another, but before the page collapsed, among the screams that were madly massacred, the most frequent one was a picture.
The picture has been carefully coloured.
On the red carpet under the night, a group of cameras were surrounded, the reporters were eager, and the bodyguards on both sides were solemn and clear, all of which were painted in black and white.
Only the two intimate figures among the crowd retained their vivid colors.
Huo Yunshen wrapped Yan Qing in his suit. She wore a shimmering dress and trousers intertwined with his ironed trousers. The man lowered his black eyes and stared at Yan Qing intently, as if the world had nothing to do with him.
He is still fierce and cold, but all the tenderness and love have been given to one person.
There is no substitute at all, Huo Yunshen will not let anyone replace Yun Qing, the one he coaxes and favors has always been her.
The doubts and ridicule on Yan Qing were washed away, and she became the top of the snow-capped mountain that the female star of domestic entertainment could not reach.
As a singer, she has a natural voice that no one else can ask for. The entire album is original, and the results achieved are unparalleled. Even the idol of the girl group who was questioned halfway has achieved the pinnacle. After a few months on the stage, she is still brilliant. The pinnacle girl S, no one can compare.
As Mrs. Huo, it is the first love that Mr. Huo has been searching for. The entire Huo family supports her in a world where she can go wild, and the man's infatuation is about to overflow the screen. During this period of time, everyone has seen it with their own eyes. Qing Dou occupies the magpie's nest, and now it's fine, it's all private property in the palm of his hand.
Just a few top luxury endorsements are nothing. Now it seems that as long as Yan Qing is willing, the entertainment industry is completely sideways.
"Fuck it! Say it earlier, tossing it for so long, it's a leap of faith for a long time!"
The black fans have completely died down, and the Internet has been shut down and they have fallen asleep. No matter what the master of his own family does, he can't dream of comparing himself with the wife of the Huo family.
There are still some who stopped their losses in time, secretly poked and changed their numbers, touched Yanqing's Weibo and shouted shamelessly: "Qingbao, I'm actually a CP fan of you and Mr. Huo!"
The whole network was noisy to the peak, and the CP fans of the affectionate couple turned out to be the biggest winners.
"Isn't it a sadomasochistic couple that I rely on me to follow? The stand-in stalks that were agreed, and the candy in the glass slag that was agreed! What's the situation with such sweetness!"
"Every day I waited anxiously for a divorce, but it took a hundred years to get together???"
"I found a treasure! Damn, from now on, not only the female stars that I have fans are the pinnacles, but even the CPs I knock on are the ceiling of internal entertainment!"
"So... what's the reason why Yanqing is a top match? Fans of other idols have to worry about their business ability. The scandal object will not be on the table, and they will be excluded if they have no resources and no status. If you are a fan of Yanqing, you are directly on the starting line. Lie down and win!"
Yan Qing's fan base skyrocketed overnight, and the few Weibo posts were full of screams.
"Damn it, I'm used to chasing small pastes and coffees, let me feel the thrill of standing on the top of the mountain and looking down at the scumbags!"
"My wife, please open a business! Please sing! Please show your affection! Please be a loving couple!"
Outside the venue of the awards ceremony, the prepared car was parked not far away, and the door was open respectfully.
After leaving the reporter's circle, Yan Qing's stiletto heels were replaced by small flat shoes, her dress was also taken off, she wore a pair of glutinous wide-leg pants, and walked in the night wind, holding the screen of her mobile phone to Huo Yunshen. Read: "Pray for a loving couple to reunite—"
"Fit?" Huo Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a low voice, "I also ask."
Yan Qing was startled, her face suddenly flushed red, and she realized that this sentence was ambiguous.
Huo Yun asked meaningfully: "Who has promised to double the compensation for ignoring me for so long?"
Yan Qing pursed her lips and smiled.
She has been busy for a long time, just hoping to send him the two performances prepared for him and the public clarification with the trophy.
Originally... She also prepared a special gift.
Yan Qingxing had water in her eyes, and Yingying looked at him: "If you promise me one thing, I will make it up to you."
"As many as you want."
She held his hand: "Shen Shen, let's go back to the old house to sleep today."
In the rental house in Jiangbei, she has lived with Huo Yunshen for nearly a year since she went to college. His happiness and pain are all there. After the memory is restored, she has not gone back.
The lights from the first floor to the third floor in the corridor are still on, and everything is clean and spotless. Yanqing has walked through a staircase countless times, but stepping up again with complete memories, his heart aches.
Yan Qing walked up slowly, Huo Yunshen suddenly embraced her back and knees, and could not help but pick her up.
"Your legs are just right, don't eat too much!"
"My wife is not heavy," he leaned down and kissed her eyes, his throat rustling, "let me hold you up, I thought about it too many times in those three years."
Yan Qing's eye sockets were hot, and she stopped struggling. She put her arms around his neck and listened to his thumping heartbeat.
It only took one minute to go upstairs, and the door opened for more than ten seconds. After the door was slammed shut, the surroundings were silent except for the entanglement of each other's rapid breathing.
The key fell to the ground, and the bag in Yan Qing's hand also swayed to one side. She was placed on the low cabinet in the entrance, with her back against the wall. The man put his hands on both sides of her and squeezed her into the corner. kiss up.
Yan Qing didn't have time to make a sound, his consciousness was plundered, his wet lips were pushed away by him, and the hot tip of his tongue invaded in dissatisfaction, ruthlessly and lovingly, biting her tenderly.
She hugged him in response, licked him lightly, and in exchange for his trembling.
Yan Qing's heart was swollen and astringent, she stroked the back of his head, rubbed her fingers into his short hair, and muttered vaguely: "I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm really back."
Huo Yun deeply sucked her slightly swollen lips and responded dully.
Yan Qing grabbed the bag she had been carrying all the way, took out a square box from it, and put it in Huo Yunshen's hand: "Shen Shen, look."
Huo Yunshen's eyes were a little red, he lifted the lid of the box, his fingers tightened suddenly.
The box is covered with cotton, and on top of the cotton is a flawless glass ball.
He had one, and Qingqing gave it to him with a smile on his birthday, saying that he wanted to make him a complete life. Later, in the bedroom of this house, she was smashed by her own hands, and he couldn't put it together no matter how glued it was.
The one in front of me now is exactly the same as the one before.
The objects from many years ago are very difficult to find. Qingqing does not know how much time it took.
Looking at his shocked expression, Yan Qing couldn't help but want to cry. She picked up his face and pecked it twice, and said softly, "Huo Yunshen, this is a gift for you, and I will make your life complete."
His hoarse voice was shaking: "This time, does it count?"
"It counts," Yan Qing clasped his five fingers, "no matter where you go, I will never leave you alone again."
Huo Yunshen's chest heaved heavily, and he immediately lifted her up to enter the room. Yanqing still had something important to do, fearing that once the gate was opened, he would not have a chance to avoid him, so he hurriedly pushed his shoulders and wrinkled the tip of his nose to find a reason: "I I'm hungry and want to eat the fried fresh milk made by my husband."
He was still pinching her waist, and the hem was half lifted.
Yan Qing endured the thought of wanting to hang on to him, and looked at him coquettishly with her eyes down: "want-eat-"
What can Huo Yunshen do with his wife? It's not about asking for anything. He put her on the bed and helped her change into comfortable home clothes. Finally, when he felt the coolness of her feet, he found plush socks to put them on. After putting them on, he Kissed her soft toes.
"Wait obediently," his eyes darkened, "don't jump out of the window and run away."
The man was careful and held grudges, Yan Qing laughed and pinched him: "I won't dance if you drive me—"
She watched her husband enter the kitchen, and when the range hood was turned on, she moved quickly amid the noise. She pulled up the mattress forcefully. There was a small box hidden in the corner of the storage bed box below.
Sure enough, he didn't find it.
Yan Qing took it out, restored the bed to its original state, quietly took out the ledger from the box, and opened a few pages, all of which were written in tender and round fonts, a small diary written by a young girl, stroke by stroke.
At that time, the word "hand account" was not popular. She only knew that she wanted to memorize it, so she chose the most beautiful book, full of pictures and texts, and also brought clumsy sketches. Every time she went to Huo's house to see brother Yun Shen Write down the entire process.
That's right...
When she was a young girl, she wore pigtails and jumped after him, and the one who shouted without shame was Brother Yunshen.
A whole book, from the first time he met at the age of five, to the blank space when he was kicked out of the Huo family, and then to being rescued by him outside the school.
Yan Qing turned to the back, and posted several photos of her candidly.
The young Huo Yunshen was stubborn and unruly, his brows and eyes were always icy, but the moment she captured it, he pursed the corners of his mouth and smirked silently while holding the gadgets she gave.
Everything he forgot was recorded in this book.
She didn't mention it before, because she didn't want her beloved to find out that she had lost her memory and feel that she owed her, but now, she wants him to know, to tell him that he has always been unique to her, and he doesn't need to panic and be humble.
But not right away...
She wants to choose a place that carries memories and do something big.
Yan Qing hid the book in the drawer of the bedside table, and ran out to watch her husband cook as if nothing had happened. The fried fresh milk just came out of the pot. Huo Yunshen lifted Yan Qing and put it on his lap, and patiently warmed it and fed it to her mouth.
The milk bar was a little long, and Yan Qing couldn't swallow it in one mouthful, so he deliberately left a portion outside and fiddled with his lips with a smile.
Huo Yunshen's eyes were deep, biting, and slowly moving forward until it touched her lips.
Yan Qing swallowed with blushing ears, and his fanatical kisses pressed down: "Qingqing, I'm hungry too."
Not the same as her hunger.
"To take a bath… "
Huo Yunshen picked her up decisively, her light clothes fell all the way, and when she stepped into the bathroom, her legs slipped accidentally and almost fell from his arms.
He picked it up, stroked her slender legs and hooked them around his waist.
Opposite is the bathroom mirror. In the large mirror, the girl's upper body is against his chest, her legs are trembling around his waist, soft and hard against each other.
Huo Yunshen stretched the tendons on his arms and coaxed her in a low voice: "I like this pose."
Yan Qing was about to explode, and said incoherently, "Yes, do you want to change it—"
He pressed his hot palms tightly against her, and his magnetic deep voice ruffled her eardrums too much.
"Good baby, please satisfy me."