Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Her eyes are pure, and people can see at a glance that she is not saying something against her heart.

For such a sensible daughter, Song Ning subconsciously cursed her eldest son in her heart. She really had a problem with her eyes, and she dared to say that her younger sister had a bad temper!

"Cough, just don't get angry, your dad said, he will send you to school tomorrow, you can sleep a little longer in the morning." Song Ning said hurriedly.

"it is good."

"Then you should rest early. Don't play too late. Mom will leave first," Song Ning said, turning around and preparing to leave.

"Mom, wait a second." Huo Yao suddenly stopped her again, and after speaking, she turned and entered the room.

After a while, Huo Yao turned back to the door and handed a porcelain bottle to Song Ning, "Oral one tablet every three days, after a month your migraine will be cured."

Song Ning took the vase in a daze, "This... your friend sent it?"

She remembered what her daughter said a few days ago and the courier she received today.

Huo Yao gave a soft "um" vaguely.

Holding the porcelain bottle for a while, "Thank you friend for me, you have your heart." Song Ning said with a smile.

Although the incense pill that her daughter gave her last time was really effective, she didn't hold out hope for a complete cure for migraine headaches, but her daughter was also kind, and she was very happy.

Huo Yao saw that Song Ning's eyes didn't quite believe it, so he just smiled and didn't explain much.

***

Early the next morning.

Huo Yao went downstairs in very casual clothes, her long ponytail was tied up, and a small canvas backpack was casually slung on her shoulders. Although she looked very plain, it matched her bright three-dimensional face. , but it gives a very handsome and cool feeling.

Seeing such a daughter, Song Ning couldn't help but tut twice in her heart. Others rely on clothes to set off people. She feels that her daughter is a human to set off clothes, and she can wear anything with a sense of taste.

but--

"Yaoyao, why don't you wear those clothes that your mother bought for you? Don't you like it?" Song Ning crossed her arms and suddenly felt that the clothes and skirts she had chosen were really not worthy of her daughter's rush.

Hearing her words, Huo Yao hurriedly explained, "I'm just used to trousers, so I'll give you another batch if you don't like it." When you go to school, you will also change into school uniforms.”

Song Ning heard this and said, "Okay, it's my mother's fault. I'll go back and choose some pants for you."

The salty, sweet, handsome and cool daughter must be arranged!

Huo Yao: "..."

Father Huo, who was reading the newspaper next to him, also put down the newspaper, picked up the card that he had prepared a long time ago, and walked towards her, "Daughter, Dad has nothing to buy for you, and I don't know what you like, so this card is considered a gift. There is no limit to your school gift, just take it and spend it."

The corner of Huo Yao's lips twitched again, and his eyes fell on the black card handed over in front of him with a very complicated look.

Isn't it a good poor family?

It's a black card, and it's a random flower. How can you create a sense of sight of a hidden wealthy family?

Seeing his daughter's dazed look, Huo Jinyan suddenly remembered that she grew up in a small county town. After thinking for a few seconds, he shoved the card into her hand and said again:

"You hold the card first. The password is your birthday. It doesn't matter if you are not used to using cards. Dad will go to the bank to get some cash for you later!"

He was forced to stuff his card, and Huo Yao, who was about to be smashed on the head with cash: "????"