This is a man who makes it easy to ignore his age, even Hou Lao sometimes forgets that Huo Yunque is also the child he watched grow up.
"Cough, Yunque, why did you call me here this time?"
Hearing this, the man moved slowly.
His eyelashes as black as crow feathers slowly lifted, and his eyes were as cold as jade, without any human emotion in them.
"Don't Mr. Hou know?"
The thin lips curled up, and the smile didn't reach the eyes.
Hou Lao pulled his lips, helplessly, "If you have something to say, just say it, how can I, an old man, guess what's on your mind?"
But if it was any other young man, in his eyes, that little thought would not be enough.
However, Huo Yunque just sat there quietly, looking refined and elegant, but no one could see clearly what was going on in his heart.
"I remember, Yaoyao commissioned you to build a charity foundation?"
"Y-what's the matter? It's about Yaoyao?"
Hou Lao was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized, and quickly looked at Huo Yunque.
Seeing that he raised his eyebrows slightly without refuting, he suddenly realized.
The only thing that can make Huo Yunque so abnormal is his weakness - Song Yaoyao.
"You might as well take a look at this."
He knocked on the table and pushed a cowhide bag in front of the old man.
"Let me see."
Hou Lao unbuttoned the cowhide bag, and some documents and photos slipped out. The first thing Hou Lao saw were those photos, the quality of which was clear.
His expression gradually became serious, until his eyes were also covered with a layer of ice.
"unacceptable!!"
With a bang, Hou Lao slapped the table and stood up abruptly.
"This is obviously funded by Yaoyao. What does it have to do with her cheap sister? Artists like this kind of people with bad morals should be banned completely!! It is understandable for artists to pursue fame and wealth, but it is not a credit, they can be impostors !! Simply, simply audacious!"
His face was tense and his imposing manner was majestic.
Huo Yunque chuckled vaguely, "Old Hou should be able to give me a satisfactory answer, right? You know, I've always had a bad temper, if you want me to take action..."
When the old man is naturally clear.
Everyone is afraid that this kid will get angry. Once he becomes crazy, he will never let out such a bad breath, and he will never stop.
When the time comes to vent your anger, there will be more people who will suffer.
"Yes, this matter itself is my negligence, Yunque, don't worry, I..."
"Brother~~"
Ruannuo's coquettish voice with an ending sound suddenly sounded, interrupting their conversation.
Huo Yunque pinched the center of his eyebrows and looked up.
A small head appeared at the door, and the other party seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, touched his nose embarrassingly, and asked weakly: "Did I... bother you? I'm sorry..."
"come over."
Huo Yunque waved at her.
Song Yaoyao walked into the study and greeted the old man.
"Hou Lao, when did you come?"
"Ah, it's been a while."
Hou Lao smiled, and put those photos and documents into the leather bag calmly.
"Then I won't bother you, I'll go first." Hou Lao shook the cowhide bag, "And this one, Yunque, I took it away."
Huo Yunque nodded slightly, his eyes resting on Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao was pulled onto Huo Yunque's lap, she wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her eyes were still looking in the direction Hou Lao left, and she asked strangely: "Brother, why did Hou Lao come here? What do I think, the way he looks at me Kind of weird."
"Is it?"
With a low voice, the man held her in his arms.