Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 39 Ten Minutes of the Cold War

"Brother!!" The little girl widened her eyes and looked at him accusingly, "You are too much! I'm going to have a cold war with you for ten minutes!"

Song Yaoya let out a cold snort, and put his hands around his chest, angered into a pufferfish.

The whole person stayed away from Huo Yunque's side, wishing to squeeze into the gap next to the door.

Huo Qi shrank his neck, looked down at his watch, thinking that he lived too far away, why not?

Huo Yunque: "..."

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at the autistic Song Yaoyao, then lowered his eyes and opened the file again.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The little girl who thought that it would be noisy again after a few seconds was always very quiet. Turning his head stubbornly and looking out the window, the light and shadow of the street lamp seemed to flash past.

But Huo Yunque was a little uncomfortable.

He frowned, and when Huo Qi thought the two would stay in a stalemate, he seemed to confess his fate, "Song Yaoyao."

The little girl directly covered her ears with her hands and made a gesture of not listening to the Eighth Mantra.

The car lights emit a warm orange light, and the man's voice is low and mute in the dark, which is somewhat confusing, "Want to go to the hospital with me?"

Song Yaoya suddenly turned his head, pursing his small mouth, and said nothing. A pair of black eyes that looked like cat pupils stared straight at him.

Huo Yunque curled his lips, "Just say it if you want."

If you don't say it, there will be no chance.

He is a qualified hunter. Simply throw the bait and the little thing will stumble into the trap.

Song Yaoya curled his lips, lowered his head and scratched his fingers, "I thought."

But thinking of Huo Yunque's words, she became angry and dissatisfied, "But are you going to take me home? It's coming soon." The more I said, the lower the mood, the whole body's grievance seemed to be turned into substance.

Huo Yunque coughed low, this little girl was really stingy.

"Then turn around, Huo Qi—"

Huo Qi was shocked, and he controlled himself not to look back curiously, while asking the driver to turn around and return to the hospital.

Song Yaoyao saw the car really turned around at the intersection ahead, and she felt better again. She strained her face desperately, trying hard not to laugh.

But the continuous arc of cherry lips revealed her mood.

Huo Yunque is not in the mood to read the file now, so he throws it away without looking at her, "isn't the cold war?"

"Pump—"

After this sentence, Song Yaoya couldn't help it. She bent her eyes and rushed over to hug Huo Yunque's arm.

"What is your brother talking about? When did I say something about the Cold War? It must be your brother that you heard wrong!" She didn't admit it.

And go to the hospital to see the old man, rounding up is to see the parents~

She was joyful and smiled openly.

Feeling the little furry head, arching and arching over his shoulders constantly. It felt like there was an invisible little claw, scratching and scratching in his heart.

Huo Yunque pulled his arm, but didn't pull it out. The little girl is quite strong, he is not surprised.

Slightly opened her body, put her index finger on her forehead and pushed the person away.

To laugh or not, the voice is low.

"Little liar."

The tone seemed flat, but it contained unnoticeable indulgence.

The image of Song Yaoyao became brilliant and great in Huo Qi's heart at this time. From niubi to giant niubi, now has become a god!

Sure enough, never try to figure out Mr.'s thoughts, especially the gentleman next to Song Yao!

"Yes, yes, I'm a liar~"

Liar who lie to you.

(End of this chapter)