Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 45 Why didn't your hand release

Countless lights and shadows flew from the car windows, and the soundproofed car was extremely quiet.

The little girl pursed her small mouth, her dark eyelashes trembled and trembled.

The little pink face looked like suet jade, but also like a fluffy pink peach, making people want to try a bite to see if they can produce sweet juice.

If the vision disappears, then the perception becomes more obvious.

Song Yaoya felt the change in the airflow, something approaching her face a little bit. She held her breath suddenly, thinking that he wouldn't be so cruel, right?

Of course--

The next moment, she was stunned.

The hand rested on her cheek and shaved gently. The temperature of the fingertips was slightly cold, and the pain in my imagination did not come.

"Brother?" She opened her eyes blankly, tears still flashing in her eyes.

Soft and cute, so deceiving.

The man's index finger was slightly bent and rubbed off the water stain on her cheek.

As the Adam's apple rolled, a low-pitched voice escaped, "I don't like bullying children."

So don't cry.

His melodious voice was as calm as ever, but the starlight in Song Yaoyao's eyes flourished, and something hit his eyes, bursting out endless sparks.

She raised her small face, and under the faint light, she drew her gaze across his eyebrows and corners of his eyes, raised the bridge of her nose, and finally landed on his thin lips.

What did you realize afterwards--

"what!!"

With a bang in my ears, fireworks representing excitement burst open, and my mind went blank.

When she reacted, she rushed forward quickly, her tone full of triumph.

"Brother feels sorry for me, right? Right? Right~"

The girl's voice was soft and waxy, as if pouting with honey, and the whole body exuded the smell of sweet peach.

Huo Yunque was so shaken that he couldn't sit still, he frowned and lowered his eyes calmly and self-sufficiently. The little girl was like a koala, and she was acting sweetly at him.

Take an inch

"Tsk..."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head back slightly, "Song Yaoyao, come down."

"Don't don't!"

In the childish comparison of Song Yaoya in front of Huo Yunque, she shook her small head happily, and her eyes flashed with imperceptible little pride and possessiveness.

"Can't get down?" Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes.

Song Yaoya tightened his small hands, shook his head grinningly, rubbed his head against his broad shoulders, "No! Unless my brother promises me something~" She quietly sniffed the peculiar man's body, like the clear breath of snow. Satisfied in my heart.

In fact, Song Yaoya had her own small calculations. She had already decided that when Huo Yunque agreed to her, she took the opportunity to ask Huo Yunque for contact information.

The private kind!

I'm so smart! Song Yaoyao secretly snapped his fingers in his heart!

however--

The next second, lift her up and put it on her lap.

At this time, Song Yaoyao's back stiffened instantly, and she was nestled in Huo Yunque's arms like a large doll.

The man admired the little girl’s shocked face in time, his lips curled in a faint voice, “I don’t like people negotiating terms with me. If you like it, just sit down—”

The cabin is extremely quiet.

Song Yaoya blinked dullly, his back stiff.

a long time……

"Brother, brother..."

This is not right.

She wanted to make progress gradually and let the other person familiarize herself with her a little bit.

This is really wrong! !

-

"Ok?"

Huo Yunque nodded, serious, "Uncomfortable? Then change your posture?"

There is no fluctuation in his voice, his temperament is elegant and his attitude is calm. It seemed that what she was holding in her arms was really a lifeless doll, without any thoughts.

Song Yaoya froze in his arms and did not dare to move, her little hand tugged at his shirt, crying in her heart.

How to do? What the fuck?

Did she take the initiative? Why doesn't his brother play cards according to common sense!

Oh, my brother is terrible!

I'm dead.

*

The car drove safely to the door of Song's villa. The door was closed, and the villa was brightly lit, but no one came out to check.

Huo Qi put down the doorbell and cursed softly: Damn, are these people deaf?

"Sir?" He bent over and knocked on the car window, "There seems to be no one in the Song family."

But in this case, just lie to the ghost. It's brightly lit inside, and it's probably pretending to be dead!

Huo Qi couldn't see it at all between the glass. His pure-hearted gentleman was holding a little girl in his arms.

The little girl tugged at his shirt, crying with a mournful face, and asked tremblingly, "Brother, brother...Can I get off? I'm home."

Huo Yunque was very busy, "Of course."

Song Yaoya felt relieved, and if she sat down again, she couldn't stand it anymore.

While thinking about it, she let go of her little hand and prepared to slide down, but—

Soon she froze, and the big hand was wrapped around her slender waist, motionless.

Song Yaoyao: "...Brother."

She blushed and dripped blood, her eyes flashed.

Huo Yunque's thin lips slowly tugged, wanting not to smile, "Huh? Why don't you go down?"

Song Yaoya stared at his deep eyes and glanced at him, embarrassedly wishing to dig a strip and sew in. Her eyes flickered, and she whispered, "Brother, your hand..." was still on my waist.

"Oh."

Huo Yunque didn't even lift his eyelids, leaning lazily in the back of the chair, his mouth answered, his body motionless.

Huo Qi waited outside for a long time, the doorbell rang several times, but no one came to open the door.

It was only seven o'clock in the evening, just at dinner time, he didn't believe that there was no one in the Song family.

But now, the ignorance of Song Yaoyao is real.

He twisted his eyebrows, his eyes chilled.

Although I have always heard and knew that the Song family is partial, this partiality is too much, right? But come back a little bit late and won't even let in the door?

Song Jingwan was sitting at the dining table eating dinner, her eyes flashed when she heard the sound of the car, she bit her chopsticks and asked, "Is she back?"

Song Wenchuan was about to stand up after hearing this.

"Boom!"

Song Rui slammed his face and slapped the table suddenly, "Sit down and eat! After studying and not going home, run out and play crazy! Let her stay outside and reflect on it!"

Zhou Manli didn't look up, her tone was cold, "If you don't teach her a lesson, she has forgotten her last name."

Song Wenchuan frowned, "It's cold outside."

"I won't freeze her!"

Zhou Manli took a sip of the soup, and there was no half-caring expression on that face, "If anyone dares to go out and pick her up, stand outside with her!"

Song Jingwan bit her lip, pulled Song Wenchuan's sleeve, and whispered quietly: "Brother, don't make parents angry, wait a minute..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Wenchuan stood up and walked towards the door strode.

"Achuan! Stop for me!"

"Smelly boy!"

Song Jingwan lowered her eyes, looked at her hand being thrown away, and smiled slowly.

Sure enough, as long as Song Yaoyao is still a day, his brother's love will be divided into two parts.

She shouldn't give it to that unlucky ghost!

*

The door was opened and Song Wenchuan walked out in a plush sweater.

"Where are you?"

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(End of this chapter)