Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1150 I am here, don’t be afraid

"what!"

"Faint, slender? Wake up."

Song Yaoya suddenly woke up, still with unresolved fear in his eyes.

Her fingers wrinkled the sheets, her expression changed, her fingertips were white without a trace of blood.

"Have a nightmare?"

There are no incense candles, no offerings, no hideous stone statues, and no **** smell that permeates where I don’t know where to send...

She was lying on the big comfortable bed, and when she opened her eyes, she saw worry on that clear face, looking at her steadily.

The cold fragrance radiating from the man is reassuring.

Song Yaoya suddenly sat up and got into Huo Yunque's arms.

After taking a deep breath, I felt alive.

"What's wrong with me?"

Her head twitched, and the broken picture in the dream flashed by, leaving only a few fragments, but when she thought about the couple in the dream, and the face of the vicious girl, her head immediately hurt as if it were A big hand reached in and stirred.

"what!"

Song Yaoya whispered, she leaned softly in Huo Yunque's arms, and gradually remembered the scene before her coma.

The small face is even paler.

She clasped Huo Yunque's waist and tightened her lips.

"It's okay, just slept." Huo Yunque replied in a gentle voice, gently stroked her hair, and changed the topic.

As if nothing happened.

"That finger..." Song Yaoyao's voice trembled slightly.

She was obviously not such a timid person, but she didn't know why. Seeing the blood permeating from the gift box and the severed finger rolling on the ground, she suddenly burst into intense fear from her soul.

There is also a hint of inexplicable restlessness--

She knew that she would be easily irritated when she saw blood.

But why, what happened.

Everyone kept it from her, and now, she didn't know if she had a chance to know.

"The fingers are fake."

Huo Yunque's eyes were cold, and his killing intent burst out.

When speaking to Song Yaoyao, he was as gentle and peaceful as ever, "Blood is also chicken blood. It should be someone pranking, scared?"

Song Yaoya breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually recovered.

She nodded lightly, rather embarrassed, "Hmm..."

She was actually scared by chicken blood and fake fingers?

Because of embarrassment, the pale little face gradually filled with blood, which made her look normal.

"Don't be afraid, be good."

The man's low voice has the effect of stabilizing people's hearts and gradually dispelling Song Yaoyao's inner fear.

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"I don't know! I really don't know anything! Ah..."

In the dark room, an object that could barely be seen as a human was hung on a cross wooden frame, and the air was filled with a sickening smell of blood.

"Mr. Forgive me!"

"laugh--"

Huo Jiu was originally standing at the door. When he heard these words, he suddenly sneered and slapped the light switch on the wall. There were a lot of lights in the room, and everything in the room was clearly visible.

The man on the shelf has become a blood man.

"Brother Nine."

Seeing Huo Jiu, the subordinate dressed in black lowered his head to put away the whip and stepped aside.

"The mouth is quite hard."

The leather shoes knocked on the ground, echoing loudly in the empty room.

Finally, Huo Jiu stopped in front of a row of cabinets, took out a pair of gloves from the drawer and put them on carefully.

He curled his lips, hidden in the eyes behind the glasses, there was a flash of evil birds and killing intent.

"I come."

Several subordinates in the room heard the words, and then shook their bodies, not daring to refuse.

"Yes!"

"What are you going to do?! What do you want me to say before you can believe me? I really don't know who sent this gift. I just made sure it was okay before I delivered it to Miss Song! Please! You... don't do this to me..."

As Huo Jiu approached, the other party's words became more and more chaotic, almost unable to form sentences. ,

"Crack--"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Huo Jiu didn't say a word, and got his hands off his jaw first.

"Too noisy." Huo Jiu took off his glasses and smiled gently, "Since you have decided to betray Mr., you should think about your ending, right?"

"Hmm...hmm..."

A few minutes later……

The subordinates supported each other and came out of the room softly. As soon as he went out, he bent over and covered his stomach and started to retching.

Huo Jiu paused slightly and glanced at them with a smile, "Am I scary?"

"Do not!"

The pale-faced subordinates stood straight and shook their heads.

Huo Jiu, "It's useless, just drag and feed the dog." He whispered, "This is rotten meat, not even suitable for making flower fertilizer."

Subordinates: "..."

They watched Huo Jiu's clothes neat and tidy, with no wrinkles on his shirt, and walked out of the basement with their heads high, looking at his background with increasing respect.

Sure enough, every one of the twelve guards is not comparable to ordinary people.

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As soon as Huo Yunque put Song Yao to sleep and stepped into the bedroom, he saw Huo Jiu oncoming.

His eyelashes were drooping, and he fastened the buttons on the cuffs without hesitation. His posture was elegant, and his slender fingers glowed with warm jade-like luster in the light.

"Ask it out?"

He stepped toward the study, as if speaking into the air.

Huo Jiu: "It's just a young man who was bought, half tortured, and didn't get a few useful messages from him."

"who is it?"

"Jiang Tao."

When he heard this name, Huo Yunque paused for a second, rummaged through his memories, but did not remember who this person was.

Seeing Huo Yunque's expression, Huo Jiu suddenly felt a little sympathy for Jiang Tao. He worked so hard to attract the attention of his husband, and even regarded Miss Song as an imaginary enemy. However, she didn't know that she had no impression in her husband's mind.

"It was the person left by the father of the young man. Later, you transferred her to the front to take care of Miss Song."

He didn't know this paragraph originally, but before Huo Jiu got used to what to do, he had all the information first.

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, and his tone remained unchanged.

There is no more.

Huo Jiu waited for a while, before waiting for Huo Yunque's other instructions, he had to ask in a low voice, "Mr., what should I do with her?"

"Chopped."

The man's brows and eyes were crisp, and he looked like a cold and abstinent god.

At this moment, his thin lips opened, and he spit out simple but **** words.

Huo Jiu was stunned, but he nodded immediately.

In fact, he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Jiang Tao was left behind by the youngest father. She did all this because she was simply jealous of Miss Song and treated her as a love rival? But she has disappeared for so long. She didn't do it early and didn't do it late. Why did she do it at this time?

But what he can think of, Huo Yunque can naturally also think of it, and he has his reason for giving such instructions.

Therefore, Huo Jiucai followed Huo Yunque's instructions without thinking.

He was about to execute, Huo Yunque suddenly said: "Wait."

"What else do you want, sir?"

"Sometimes, death is a kind of relief." Huo Yunque flicked his fingertips across the title page of the book and said casually: "Since she likes pranks, let her taste the taste of being backlashed."

The normal update will begin tomorrow. Brin went to the hospital today, combined with the doctor’s words, and finally decided not to perform surgery. Because this operation has an impact on certain aspects of the body, Brin has not made up his mind yet. The current solution is to pay attention to the body + regular review

(End of this chapter)