Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 108 Mr. Has a cleanliness? Pure nonsense!

"Ok."

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes, patted Song Yaoya on the shoulder, and motioned for her to stand still.

The expression was flat, standing in place, with the powerful aura that only the upper class had, it was easy to ignore his age.

too young.

Song Rui sighed inwardly.

He hurriedly stepped forward with a smile on his face, his tone could not be flattered, "Hello Mr. Huo, I am a pretty father, and the child is not sensible. Thanks to your care for these two days. We brought some gifts over. I don’t know your preferences beforehand, and I don’t know if it suits you."

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and landed on the hand he stretched out, with no intention of responding.

Uncle Zhang quickly took Song Rui's hand and said with a smile: "Sorry, our husband has a cleanliness habit and is not used to contact with outsiders."

This is true, Huo Ningxi nodded.

Seeing Song Yaoyao tightly close to his brother-in-law, the corners of her mouth suddenly twitched when her little hand was still holding his sleeve.

Secretly slander: nonsense!

He felt that his brother-in-law had no cleanliness at all, and he was completely lazy to deal with people who were not worthy.

Song Rui naturally saw this scene too. He didn't show it on his face, but he turned up the stormy sea.

Not very used to contact with outsiders, what about Song Yao? Are you already your own?

"It's okay," he was ecstatic in his heart, never expecting his daughter to be so arrogant, "what about the gift? Get the gift quickly—"

"No need."

Huo Yunque raised his eyes and walked towards the living room.

He has a gentle temperament, not aggressive, but he feels alienated inexplicably.

"please--"

Since Zhou Manli entered this room, her arrogance suddenly disappeared.

Her Song family was rich enough, but when she glanced over it, the Huo family was just an ordinary hall. A painting on the wall was enough to buy her villa, which was more than enough.

Not to mention the antique vases that can be seen everywhere, precious wooden furniture.

She licked her lips, her heart was hot.

This Mr. Huo is so young, more powerful and handsome than Huo Ningxi.

If he likes young people, that Songyao is fine, her Wanwan is so good, naturally deserves better——

Song Rui took Zhou Manli to sit down, rather cautious.

"Look, Mr. Huo, this is a century-old ginseng that I bought at the auction house some time ago. It's great to replenish old man Huo, and this..."

Uncle Zhang didn't even glance at the exquisite gift boxes, smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, our husband never accepts gifts."

The Huo family can get to this position, and many want to bring them down. Who knows what's in the gift?

What's more, the century-old ginseng is nothing more.

In their Huo family's warehouse, they have 500-year-old ginseng. These gadgets cannot fit in the storeroom.

Haven't you seen the antique decorations in this room? They can't fit in the warehouse, so they can only be placed outside.

"Ah? This...this way, I'm so embarrassed," Song Rui rubbed his hands and smiled at Huo Yunque. "It's better to see if you hear. I didn't expect Mr. Huo to be so young and kind-hearted. Thanks to you for taking care of me. In the rebellious period of this child, he ran away from home when he said that he ran away from home, which made us have a good meal to find."

Kindness?

A light smile burst out from the corners of Huo Yunque's lips, his eyes lit up playfully. He seldom heard this word, but when he heard it suddenly, it was kind of interesting.

"The words are serious."

He rubbed the rim of the cup and asked, "Want to go back?"

(End of this chapter)