Sweet Nothings

The tears of the man curled Yan Qing's hands and feet. She stared at him for a moment, twisting her head and blocking her face with her arms.

She was shocked and confused, her throat dry and she didn't know how to respond.

Yan Qing subconsciously objected to two sentences, and he also mentioned He Meijin immortally: "You ... you don't want to bully, He Hejin ..."

Just a name, dragging off Huosun Shen's remaining sense of reason.

He could not bear the thought of suppressing for a long time, and pressed the back of Yan Qing's neck for the second time, causing her to lose her resistance. , A throttle kicked out, and went straight to Haicheng.

The phone was shaking, and he took the tone to explain steadily: "Postpone the show and be responsible for all losses."

After talking, hang up and throw it to the back. One hand grabbed Yan Qing's fingertips and clenched tightly. One hand clasped the steering wheel, and a pair of dark eyes stared straight ahead.

His crazy blood was boiling wildly in his body.

The only medicine in the world did not want to heal him, and he became the madman he hated the most.

He was going home, returning to a place where she could not jump the window, could not escape, and could trap her firmly.

Only his place.

The marriage room in the nebula, on the 42nd floor, has no neighbors and no one to disturb, so he and she can be locked.

Just two people.

The filming location is not far from the Haicheng District. Two hours' drive is enough to arrive. Huo Yunshen wrapped Yan Qing in her coat and hugged her upstairs. When she walked out of the elevator, she woke up and faced the unfamiliar surroundings with fear on her face.

The door recognized the iris and popped open automatically. Huo Yun stroked her head deeply and comforted in a low voice: "Qing Qing don't be afraid, this is the wedding room I prepared for you. You've been here and you said you like it."

Yan Qing opened his eyes wide and looked at the panoramic mansion carefully arranged in front of him. Even the wall lights of the entrance hall were carefully hung with red tassels.

"Huo Yunshen, don't do this ..." She shivered a little, realizing that she couldn't run away at all, and blocked her kissed lips in horror. "Do you want to shut me up again!"

Like in response to her question, the door was slowly closed, and it was sealed with a "dada".

Huo Yunshen clasped her arms motionlessly, without stopping, and went straight to the bedroom, placing her on the large soft bed covered with white wedding dresses.

Yan Qing bogged down and bounced back. He just fell a little and wanted to escape. He immediately overshadowed her, and the shadow shrouded her. He begged hoarsely, "Baby, be obedient, this is your home. Just forgot. "

He bowed his head to kiss her.

Yan Qing's eyes turned red, and his hands covered his lips together, so he wouldn't let him come close.

He directly pressed his wet lips against the back of her delicate hands and kissed them inch by inch. The tip of his tongue touched hot occasionally, and his lips were cold like ice, stimulating his senses extremely.

Yan Qing's skin was covered with numbness, his hands could not help trembling, and his legs were still trying to resist.

The man ’s long, thin legs were much stronger than her, and she was easily restrained. His lips continued to lick and bite obsessively. He picked up her fingers and kissed them religiously on the snowy fingertips.

He breathed heavily, revealing the madness of the **** in his bones.

Yan Qing was afraid and itchy, and her spine was still surging with unbearable electric current. She tilted her head at a loss and gasped, and her gradually loose hands were suddenly caught by him, pinching her wrists and pressing it against the top of her head.

She was unobstructed, her brows and cheeks, her lips and neck, her chest and waist and limbs all exposed to his devastating sight.

"You ... what are you doing!"

Huo Yun's eyes were deep, and her earlobe was contained somberly and cherishly, and the words seemed to cry and sighed: "I have sex, the baby has forgotten, and now my husband will teach you."

He tugged at the bride's soft veil and wrapped it around her turbulent wrist.

Yan Qing never thought that this kind of plot would happen in her life. She faced the man whose mental state was absolutely abnormal at the moment, feeling the trembling hands that he wanted to bring up the flames, thinking that the anger and repulsion that would appear, was gradually being bitten. Replaced by confusion.

She is lying on her wedding dress.

He was taken to the floor mirror on the Ruoran carpet again, and he saw his scarred body with his own eyes.

He fell on her back biting the words.

"Qing Qing is mine ..."

"Can't maintain others, can't miss others!"

"It's okay to forget, you can't go with others."

"Only me, OK, there is no other in the world, you just look at me, OK."

He grinded others more and more, half mournfully and half ruthlessly, and her bottomless line crushed her will.

Late at night, Yan Qing was wrapped in a quilt. The wet apricot eyes looked at the floor-to-ceiling window. His body was sore, and his lips seemed to be swollen, hissing, and a little pain.

She was pretty sure that it was among the nebulae, but how she came, it was unimpressed.

Yan Qing felt a little soreness in her abdomen, like a sign that her aunt was coming. She looked pale, thinking about the possible cub in her stomach. She quickly got up, and she almost fell back to bed.

Fuck ... It turned out that it wasn't a blow to get out of bed.

But where did he go, he couldn't leave her here alone.

Yan Qing fell to her feet, thinking that there was no movement, but heard the door of the adjacent room being pushed open suddenly, and Huo Yun rushed in almost panic.

She was hugged, thinking of his study next door: "Are you working? Don't worry about me, hurry, let me go to the bathroom."

Seeing that he did not let go, Yan Qing couldn't help but looked up. She could not help but looked up strangely. She accidentally met Huo Yunshen's bloodless face. She rubbed on tiptoe: "Where is it uncomfortable? His face is so bad."

He shouted: "Qing Qing."

"I'm here." Yan Qing stroked his excessively stiff spine, and suddenly felt a kind of anxiety in his heart.

It's so wrong ...

It seems that all anomalies point to a possibility.

Yan Qing endured, knowing that he wouldn't say, asking nothing at all, pretending to shake his arm without realizing it: "Wait for me."

Huo Yunshen couldn't move away, she wanted to go to the bathroom with her, she said she was coaxing, she sat down and wiped it with a tissue, and when she picked it up, her nose became sour.

Great aunt!

Where she is pregnant is all illusion, so much of what she imagined has become a bubble, but once the pregnancy is not established, then all the symptoms on her body are even more strange.

Huo Yunshen stared at the person all night long, and Yan Qing struggled to find a chance that he was not in the room, put his mobile phone behind the curtain, and opened the video.

She understood that something must have happened.

Yan Qing had a turbulent time and could not tell the time. When she picked up her phone with a clear mind, she had shut down automatically, and Huo Yunshen's finger had new injuries. It seemed like he was bitten. Her eyes.

Holding the charger and mobile phone, she entered the bathroom in the name of a bath, sat in the bathtub, and opened the video that lasted for several hours with an unstable hand.

In the picture, she was asleep at first, and when she woke up again, she changed completely.

The man on the screen who was hurting her beloved man wantonly, from the lines in the words, Yan Qing heard that what she had in her head was the memory that he had just reunited with Huo Yunshen on the bridge and was taken away by him.

The phone dropped in the bathtub.

Yan Qing understood what was happening, hugged her knees, buried her head on it, and shrank silently.

It turned out that his injuries, his haggard eyebrows and bone-cutting madness were all caused by such fatal tortures over and over, and she knew nothing about herself.

The knock on the door rang.

"Qingqing, why can't you come out yet."

"Qingqing ..."

Huo Yunshen is always calling her name as if holding the only driftwood and straw.

Yan Qing wiped her eyes vigorously, trying to run out and hug him, but still restrained. She couldn't admit defeat, and she was too burdened by a person. Even if he hurt him again, she might as well die.

She pretended to get along easily with him, and said nothing about leaving the nebula.

Deeply imprisoning her.

His spirit had collapsed, and the terrible madness of the other population was biting him, not her intimacy when he was sober could be cured.

Then follow him, as long as he can change his star point of peace, tie her or close her, she is willing.

Before falling asleep again, Yan Qing went to the kitchen to find a folding mini fruit knife, carrying Huo Yunshen, first wrote a few lines in the palm of his hand with a waterproof and sweat-proof eyeliner, then opened the knife and pressed his lips. Into the skin.

Next to those words, she made a half-finger long mouth with her hand.

It hurts ... it hurts!

But this pain is nothing compared to the deep suffering.

The next morning, dawn dawn infiltrated the window and flooded the messy bed.

Huo Yunshen stayed up all night, staying beside Yan Qing, staring at her intently, for fear of disappearing in a blink of an eye.

He was immersed in the endless silence, pulling the corner of his mouth mockingly.

If Huo Linchuan wants to make him completely mad, then he has chosen the right way and will soon be done.

No matter how deep the group's water is, it will not be out of his control.

But Qing Qing's repeated coldness was torture that he could never resist.

She is about to wake up, once again ... maybe again ... his illness will be completely attacked.

Gentle sunlight and water generally spread.

Yan Qing slowly opened his eyes, and his clear eyes looked straight at him.

Huo Yunshen dares not breathe.

Yan Qing froze, she didn't know the person in front of her.

She moved her hands nervously, shrunken by the sudden tingling pain, and lifted up reflexively to examine the wound.

In the open hand, there is a dark red cut that has not healed, and next to it, there is a small stroke written in strokes. She is very certain that it is her own unique autograph.

"You have amnesia, Huo Yunshen in front of you is your husband, love you as life."

"Trust him unconditionally, love him, hurt him, try to be coquettish, dare to hurt him, you commit suicide!"

There is also a super fierce stick figure face.

Yan Qing blinked and read the words again, quietly raised his long eyelashes, and looked at the man in close proximity.

It's so fierce, she's going to swallow her, but it's so pitiful.

She scratched the quilt cautiously and asked carefully: "Are you a Huo Yunshen?"

Huo Yunshen's heart swelled to the point of pain: "Yes."

Yan Qing tentatively touched his hand, his clear eyes slightly ignorant: "Are you sad?"

Huo Yun's **** knot slides up and down, speechlessly.

Yan Qing bit her lip, realized her potential, moved to his leg with courage, and hugged his arm. The kitten rubbed like a cat, looking up at him with anxiety, not sure if his "desperate coquettishness" was unqualified.

She was afraid of not enough, and quickly kissed him on the cheek, softly added a sentence: "I may forget you, but I know—"

Huo Yunshen asked: "What?"

Yan Qing's eyes are all his reflection: "Knowing that I must love you particularly."

Huo Yun's deep bones twitched, and she flipped over her painful, curled palm, seeing the wounds and words on it, and her eyes were shocked.

Qing Qing said nothing, but told him in the softest and most painful way.

He is not alone.

He is not alone in this world.

No matter where the memory goes back, she would rather use a knife to bite the bone than remember to hug him.

The only medicine that belonged to him was gently applied to his shapeless heart, giving him the warmest lair and pulling him from purgatory to the world.

Huo Yun deeply held her hand, embedded her in her arms, and was desperately trapped to death.

Yan Qing caressed him jerkyly and skillfully, but it was a bit wrong to touch it, and she was inexplicably smooth from the spine to the waist. She did n’t hold back at all and squeezed his firm texture.

Mother, it feels great.

Huo Yun stiffened deeply and lifted her face: "What are you doing."

Yan Qing's ears burst into red, and he wanted to whitewash, but he stared at his angular features.

Wow……

She said embarrassedly: "I think I made a lot of money."

His ending is still unstable: "Huh?"

Yan Qing's heart beat like a drum, and whispered: "When I woke up, I picked up my husband, and--"

She raised Bai Shengsheng's thumb and praised seriously: "My husband is really super invincible and handsome."