Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

As soon as Huo Yanxi and Lu Xia got into the elevator, Song Ning, who had a polite and unfamiliar expression just now, immediately changed into a cautious one, looking at Huo Yao, her voice was especially gentle, "My dear daughter, hurry into the room..."

Before the elevator door was closed, Lu Xia turned around and saw the sudden change in her adoptive mother's attitude, her face instantly turned green.

**

The Huo family's house is not too big, but the area of ​​the two-story duplex is not small. The decoration is in a Chinese classical style, and the furniture is also made of mahogany. The layout and the arrangement of the house show that the owner is very tasteful.

Huo Yao looked at it slowly, and finally her eyes fell on a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and a little surprise appeared in her eyes.

But soon after she thought of something, she withdrew her gaze again, and in her mind, she automatically rejected the idea of ​​a famous masterpiece.

Although the Huo family does not seem to be the super-poor family in the imagination, it is not a family rich enough to buy expensive calligraphy and paintings.

This calligraphy and painting are mostly imitations.

Huo's father caught the short-term gaze of his little daughter, and he was still worried about how to get closer to his daughter. He glanced at the calligraphy and painting, and rolled his eyes.

"Yaoyao, do you like calligraphy too?" he asked with a smile on his face.

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Huo's father with a lazy look, "Not interested."

Huo's father choked for a moment, and a bunch of calligraphy topics just brewed in his heart were stuck in his throat. After a while, he said in a daze: "Oh, you are not interested..."

Huo Yao saw that he seemed to be hit, and after two seconds, he said, "Personal interests are different."

As soon as Father Huo heard this, a fatherly smile appeared on his face again, and he immediately asked, "Then what is your interest?"

Huo Yao remembered herself when she didn't wear this body, and suddenly fell into silence. After a few seconds, she raised her head, looked at Huo's father, and replied seriously, "Study."

Hearing this answer, Father Huo's lips twitched fiercely, and his serious face almost broke.

A scumbag who often skips classes in school, actually said that his interest is learning...

Father Huo quietly looked at his daughter, who didn't seem to be joking, and suddenly wondered if he had been misled when he inquired about the situation with the school teacher in the small county.

The daughter seems to be very well behaved and ambitious.

"Old Huo, are you showing off your broken calligraphy and painting again?"

Song Ning, who only vaguely heard her husband mention the word calligraphy, gave him a grumpy glance as she brought out the food from the kitchen, and shouted again, "Don't hurry up and get the dishes. "

"There's no show."

Huo's father touched the tip of his nose, and although he walked towards the kitchen reluctantly, he did not forget to whisper: "How come all the antiques are broken things in your eyes, obviously my calligraphy and painting are..."

His voice became smaller and more indistinct, so Huo Yao didn't really hear what he said later.

But the broken calligraphy and painting in my mother's mouth just now was quite loud.

*

After dinner, Song Ning took Huo Yao upstairs.

There are four rooms upstairs, and the one on the right at the end of the corridor was prepared for Huo Yao. Song Ning opened the door and said, "This room used to be the fourth living room. He loves to hop around for a year or so. I don't even go home, so I redecorated his room, take a look, do you like it?"