Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing was powerless to lean on the cubicle and was ruthlessly attacked by Huo Yunshen.

The phone was still buzzing, and she raised her hand, fell, and snapped her face.

She is too naive to follow the routine of President Huo.

Someone knocked on the door outside: "Have you changed your words? Let's take a picture together and wait to finish dancing."

Yan Qing is sober and pats 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 has no problem singing, but the dance has never been touched before. It is relatively simple to pick an action online. You have to learn before recording.

Fortunately, she met the four girls who helped her make up in the bathroom. Now the knock on the door is Ouyang, who is handsome and short hair.

She has no time to waste.

"Wait a minute, this is coming!"

But King Yan Luo obviously wouldn't let her easily, she didn't return the message and simply called in.

Yan Qing was worried that if she did n’t take it anyway, Mr. Huo would get upset and hit the scene directly. She reluctantly pressed to connect: "I'm busy, you have something to say."

There was a moment of silence in the earpiece.

Breathing does not seem to exist.

Yan Qing was stunned by Huo Yunshen's silence, and immediately thought that if Yun Qing answered the phone, he would treat him softly and sweetly. He may not be used to this kind of indifference.

Why bother.

After stopping for a while, Huo Yun spoke deeply and asked the same sentence: "What are you doing."

Yan Qing was afraid of hearing, and lowered the volume and said: "Now I'm going to take pictures and wait to practice dancing with my friends. I really don't have time to return your information. Even if you prepare 50 mobile phones for me, you have to wait for me to get busy. Hang up first. . "

She just pressed the red button to hang up, and he asked again: "Do you want to dance? Does the dance have a name?"

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

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

The girls immediately surrounded her with a long tone of voice: "Oh-who are you talking to, and we talked a lot, we can all hear--"

Yan Qing bit her lip: "It's ... the family, always asking me what I'm doing, so annoying."

Ouyang snapped his fingers and rubbed a hand on 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 and couldn't help but pause, Huo Yunshen's tone fluttered to his ear like a gust of wind.

"what are you doing."

It turned out that he wanted to say ... "I'm thinking of you".

Huo Yunshen returned to the top-floor office of the Huo ’s headquarters building. All the trotting and following executives waiting for President Huo ’s signature all held their breath. Their eyes did not dare to blink more. Fear of being affected by anger, they could only ask Mint for help.

Min Te Zhu's face was calm and he sneered.

For help? I do n’t know how to live in the future.

In order to stay in the past, Shen Ge would n’t want to cover up an enclave every day to hide Yun Qing inside. It ’s better to be under the sky except for the kind that he ca n’t see. Now it ’s good, Xiao Jiao ’s wife not only does not recognize him, but also needs to be guaranteed Go to the house dance in the red show.

Thinking about the situation was stimulating. Yun Qing wore an ultra-short pleated skirt, a cute little top, and a pair of ponytails or maruko heads. She turned to the front row male tutor and the full house camera ...

Min Te helped his neck to cool down, and heard the voice of death approaching: "Min Jing, you dare to think about it and jump me out of the window."

Huo Yun's face was cold and cold, and his stomach was still shrunk violently. His temples were also painful and painful. Since he boiled his body three years ago, his stomach and headaches have been like a shadow. Once he eats well, sleeps well, he must find it. Taking medicine hardly works.

The more unbearable, the more I miss her.

I hold it in my hand every moment, even one inch.

Huo Yun was so lazy to speak that he took a piece of paper and wrote two lines of words and handed it to Min Jing. Then he knocked off the table without expression.

A group of executives queuing at the door heard the sound and frightened into it. They put down the many folders that needed to be signed in turn. No matter how high they were outside, these people bowed their heads in front of President Huo, but they were also willing.

Everyone has personally witnessed Mr. Huo ’s wrist, from a abandoned child who was abandoned by the family and not allowed to finish school, to the invaders and victors who are madly robbed, his city, ability, and cold heart. , Enough people fear and look up.

When the idle people disappeared, Huo Yun raised his eyes and asked Min Jing: "Done?"

Min Jing helped the glasses to be broken: "Yes, they are all done. There is no objection on the other side of the wind, and they accept it. They are happy to celebrate with firecrackers. The funds are in place. The new program will come out tonight. , Which will be completed before the official recording tomorrow. "

He understands what it means to the sentence "Shenzhen's acquisition is suspended, another way".

Exclusive naming rights for the show.

Starting today, "Pinnacle Girl" has to be renamed and called "Huo's Pinnacle Girl".

Therefore, the player Yan Qing of "Peak Girl" must also be called Huo's Yan Qing.

The unprecedented "Guanfu surname" method is not finished. Shen Ge's thinking is always detached from their mortals, and he has set a more thrilling strategy than the title.

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

"Go."

Huo Yunshen pressed the hands-free, and the three-party talks fry in the office.

President Su is twenty-five-six years old and has a baby face. When he comes up, he exaggerates and shouts: "What are you doing, Brother Shen? With you, with me, with Xiaolin, we have a 300-square-meter office, and a 500-square-meter bed is not needed. Run Go to a talent show, tutor, teacher ?! "

Huo Yun didn't lift his eyes, sneered: "Teacher? Will you?"

On the other side, Mr. Lin laughed gently: "Shen, don't care about him. I understand what you mean, not a mentor, but to be the father of the gold master. As a sponsor, we can come up with some brand endorsements, TV shows The character is enough to ride the wind video and call the group of little girls, but, what is the picture? "

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

Bye.

The ringtones followed one after another. He frowned and explained to Min Jing: "Explain clearly to them and be in place tomorrow on time."

Min Jing did n’t even think about how to explain it. Mr. Huo ’s wife was participating in the women ’s group talent show. Mr. Huo was afraid that she would be bullied and wronged and treated unfairly. Only one Huo family was there, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva was sprinkling resources all over the place, and it would always cause controversy, fearing that Xiao Jiao ’s wife would be angry, so she had to pull two qualified ones to cover up.

Mr. Su and Mr. Lin, you two, are you surprised? Are you excited? Are you proud?

Min Jing said a good word here, turned his head and looked at Huo Yunshen clutching his coat and got up, shaking his hand against the table a little.

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

Huo Yun's deep back was straight, and he saw no discomfort: "Don't care, don't follow me."

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

Huo Yunshen drove to the city's famous medicine restaurant to choose supper. While waiting for packing, he ate a little porridge and swallowed some nausea, so he pushed away.

I haven't seen you for another six hours.

Qing Qing does not return information or answer the phone as if it does not exist in his world.

It was only a day before he recovered her. There was no sense of reality. Even a dizzy **** occasionally thought he was dreaming. All the hugs and kisses belonged to her temperature, but it was 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 looked at it from afar.

Yan Qing jumped "Love Cycle" a hundred times in the practice room. The sweat was raining and her legs could not be lifted.

Ouyang actively demonstrated to her, and called her closer: "Baby, this action, the **** must be cocked. You see you cocked better than me, don't be shy, you just have to let go when you dance."

Yan Qing bowed his head.

Aw, dancing is about to turn your ass.

Kill her.

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

Yan Qing's body already had instincts, and her slender legs were straight, and the place where the warp was lifted, the long ponytail was wet and flicked, and the bright white cheeks were flushed with red, which was full of saliva in the practice room.

The girls got up one after another: "Go to bed by leaning back to the house! It's so beautiful! It's so exciting! I'm going to hit the wall!"

After the big troops left, Ouyang looked at his watch: "Let's go back to rest too late? It's too late. I have to get up early tomorrow. I heard that the recording site has been reloaded all night. The high-energy jury above the mentor group is so scary. "

Yan Qing wiped his sweat and his chest undulated: "Jury?"

"Yes, it is said that the identity is super big, the staff are mysterious and refuse to say more, I estimate the rating standard is stricter than before," Ouyang said, "So go to bed early, keep up the spirit, you are improving fast , This dance is enough. "

Yan Qing shook his head: "You go back first, I will practice again."

Ouyang persuaded, but had to leave and screamed before closing the door: "Baby, then I'm leaving, call me if you have something."

Yan Qing sweetly waved: "Okay-"

Ouyang closed the door, inexplicably chilled, and shuddered. She looked around left and right, not seeing anything unusual, but how ... It seemed that there was a way to put people's eyes on Ling Chi.

Huo Yunshen stood in a dark place where the lights could not reach and raised his hands with supper.

After a few minutes, the vocal sounds dissipated, leaving only the door of the practice room not far away indistinctly, revealing the rhythmic music, and Yan Qing's rapid and soft breath.

Huo Yun lowered his eyes deeply, concealing the dark colors in it, and slowly walked out of the shadows, approaching the door and pushing the gap a little.

Yan Qing was working hard in front of the big mirror. The little jacket was soaked with sweat. With the dance movement, her skirt lifted up, revealing a piece of white skin around her waist.

Huo Yun deeply grasped the metal doorknob, entangled with grievances and grievances in his heart, and bumped into his chest.

Obviously he is his own treasure.

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

Huo Yunshen's acupuncture pain in his temple, his body was unstable for a while, and he touched the door and made a slight noise.

Yan Qing thought that it was Ouyang's return, and after a long time he had become acquainted, and also learned her intimate name: "Baby, why are you coming back?"

After looking up, he met the man's brilliant eyes.

Yan Qing was so scared that her feet were tilted, and she rushed straight up against the floor. Huo Yun quickly stepped forward and stopped her to catch her. The wet body made him unable to put it down. Any suffering will be soothed, follow the instinct to buckle people into his arms.

"Ahhh, let go! There is surveillance! There are videos!"

Huo Yunshen's lips pressed against her ear: "Before I came, I asked people to turn off."

Yan Qing hurriedly broke free: "That won't work, it's only at noon to say good-natured and hug-free! Can you be a little honest?

Huo Yun lowered her eyelashes deeply and slowly put her down.

He didn't want to be abominable ...

Yan Qing seized the opportunity to run away, glanced at him, and asked uncomfortably: "What are you doing at this late hour."

Huo Yunshen found a clean wall and sat down, opened the food box, the rich aroma of the soup floated out immediately, and Yan Qing swallowed his mouth, and could not help but glance inside.

"Qing Qing comes over, I will bring you delicious food."

Yan Qing cried out in disappointment. She silently covered her mouth and said hardly: "I, I am not hungry, and how do you look like a puppy."

Huo Yun looked at her deeply, picked up the bowl and bent his lips: "Not a puppy, but a kitten?"

His voice was deep, and he called intimately, but seriously: "Qingqing Cat, come to me."

Qingqing's cat ears secretly reddish, and she licked her lower lip with low energy.

What did King Yan Luo buy? How can it be so fragrant!

Anyway, no one else, just eat ... a bite, it should not be ashamed.

Yan Qing opened his legs, moved slowly, took over the tempting porcelain bowl in the hands of President Huo, and cooked the soup and stewed chicken drumsticks in a few bites.

She lifted her eyes unconsciously and fell into Huo Yun's dark eyes.

It was filled with suppressed and fierce desires.

Yan Qing's breathing was chaotic, he quickly bowed his head, filled the small bowl with super fast speed, and pushed the rest to him: "Don't say I have no conscience, the rest is for you."

Then she held the small bowl, rubbed and slid away, and turned her back to Huo Yunshen, curling her body up and eating intently.

Huo Yunshen pursued her without force, leaning back against the wall and destined to stare at her.

The lights in the practice room only turned on for a little while, and she and he sat in this dimly lit area without lights.

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

People are clearly far away, but the shadow is very close, as if you can reach it with your hand.

Huo Yun looked fascinated and raised his arm tentatively, as did the shadow belonging to him on the wall.

Then, the shadow moved forward, touching Yan Qing's shadow gently and carefully.

Until they meet, they blend together, as if they are together.

Huo Yunshen has a strange posture, twisting very unnatural movements, staring at the shadows hugging each other on the wall, showing a smile.

He murmured dumbly.

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

"I still want to listen."

"Just once."

The author has something to say: Qing Qing Mao: I am going to be deeply entrenched again. This wave is still huge.