She had a big heart, lying on the bed tense and nervous, and then fell asleep in a daze.
"Click—"
Song Yaoyao, who was half asleep and half awake, who didn't even know what time it was, suddenly woke up. She sat up in a daze, looked left and right, a lock of hair on the top of her head was raised, looking cute and cute.
The cheek was suddenly touched by the back of a slightly cold finger, and the man's pleasant voice mixed with a smile sounded in his ear, "The boss didn't come back, so you went to bed first?"
Song Yaoyao rubbed against the back of his fingers like a cat, squinted her eyes and muttered, "What..." Before she finished speaking, she realized the meaning of Huo Yunque's words belatedly.
"Sober?"
Huo Yunque's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed a smile that was about to blurt.
Song Yaoyao hugged the quilt slowly, her rouge seemed to be red, gradually spreading to the tips of her ears, she was extremely cute.
Looks like he's fully awake.
"what time is it now?"
Song Yaoyao rubbed her forehead and asked softly.
Huo Yunque looked down at his watch, "Ten o'clock, continue to sleep?"
"No more."
Song Yaoyao shook her head, opened her arms towards Huo Yunque, and acted softly, "Hug."
The delicate and beautiful little girl is begging for hugs, her whole body exudes her unique sweet fragrance, which makes people even want to hide her in a place where no one will see and keep her properly.
Huo Yunque leaned over and picked her up, gently supported her little butt, "It's easy."
"No way." Song Yaoyao rested her head on his shoulder, "I obviously eat on time, and every meal is full!"
She touched Huo Yunque's earlobe with her fingers, her voice was soft.
As soon as the words fell, Song Yaoyao was suddenly slapped on the butt, and Song Yaoyao screamed in shock, "Ah—"
She pouted, her eyes were watery, "What are you doing~"
"punish."
Huo Yunque hugged her and walked towards the bathroom, Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, "What punishment?"
"The boss didn't come back, and the small employees were punished for sleeping secretly."
"Wh-what," Song Yaoyao's voice suddenly rose and then lowered guiltily, and said weakly, "I was just joking."
"oh?"
Huo Yunque put her down, raised his chin to signal, "But brother is serious, go, let the water go."
Song Yaoyao was dumbfounded, seeing the constriction in Huo Yunque's eyes.
She snorted softly and stomped her feet, "Let it go!"
Was she shooting herself in the foot with a rock
After waiting for Huo Yunque to take a shower, Song Yaoyao rubbed her sore little arm. The next second, the man lying on the bed lazily told her, "Come here, give me a massage."
Song Yaoyao blew her beard and stared angrily, her little face turned red with anger, "Huo Yunque! Don't you think you are going too far!"
"Huh?" Huo Yunque turned over and lay on his side, propped his forehead with one hand, raised his eyebrows, "What did you call me?"
The light cast a layer of light on his body, and his figure was so sexy that it made people's blood spurt. His black hair was slightly damp, hanging softly on his forehead, making him look younger than his actual age. At the same time, the coldness of Bai Ri's body was also lost, adding a bit of bewitching sex appeal.
Gudong—
Song Yaoyao quietly swallowed her saliva, "Can you..."
"cannot."
Huo Yunque rolled his eyelids, "Student Song Yaoyao, I accepted the money from the boss, but I have to fulfill the agreement." He reminded with a clear voice and a smile.
Song Yaoyao blushed, she kicked off her slippers, and slowly climbed onto the bed.
"I'm the wounded," she protested.
"That's a problem." Huo Yunque nodded, indicating that she was right.
"That's right! Otherwise, we'll press it another day!"
"Of course, I'm good at talking."
Huo Yunque pursed his lips, stretched out his long arms, and quickly turned off the lights in the room.
In the next second, a huge black shadow enveloped Song Yaoyao.
She blinked blankly, in the darkness, all perceptions were maximized.
"In this case, let's change to another service."
Song Yaoyao was trembling, she was crying and thinking: Now, is it still possible to refuse
The next day, Song Yaoyao didn't dare to think about how she fell asleep.
Obviously physically exhausted to the extreme, but still woke up in the early morning. She was lying on the bed like a salty fish, turning her head sideways to look at the man who was arranging his shirt in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the right.
Tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, the standard inverted triangle model figure is so perfect that it is not like ordinary people.
Of course, in a certain respect, Song Yaoyao had to admit that a certain person was indeed extremely talented.
She coughed, although she quickly suppressed it, it still caught Huo Yunque's attention.
Holding a tie in his hand, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Do you want some water?"
He hugged Song Yaoyao into his arms with one hand, and went to get the water glass on the cabinet, and put the rim of the glass against Song Yaoyao's mouth.
Song Yaoyao took a sip, it was warm and sweet with some honey, she drank half a cup in one gulp, then shook her head to say no.
Seeing her exhausted and drained, Huo Yunque couldn't help but laugh. He touched her long hair, "The boss was very satisfied with the service last night, and I will give you a bonus another day."
Seeing that he still dared to mention it, Song Yaoyao gave him a resentful glance, "There will be no next time."
Huo Yunque: "Lifetime card, non-refundable."
Song Yaoyao pulled up the quilt to cover her head, and began to play tricks: "It doesn't matter, then I will resign! I will quit! This job is too fatal!"
Play a few more times, and her life will be gone.
"Resignation request dismissed."
Huo Yunque pulled down the quilt, patted her little head, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."
He put on his tie, "I'm going to work, so be good at home, huh?"
Hearing this, Song Yaoyao pouted, "I'm already like this, what else can I do?"
There was a glint of resentment in the clear eyes, and the bright red lips seemed to be a little swollen, like jelly with Q bombs. Huo Yunque leaned over and kissed her on the tip of her forehead, nose, and lips without any desire, "I really want to take you with me."
He sighed, adjusted the indoor temperature, and left the room.
As soon as Huo Yunque left, Song Yaoyao rolled on the bed, the room was filled with his cold aura, and he closed his eyes as if Huo Yunque was still by his side.
She stretched herself, and she yawned like a kitten, shrank into the quilt, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Huo Tian slept until the sun was up, only to find out when she went downstairs that she was the only one in the dining room.
"What the hell?" Huo Tian glanced around, trying to find Song Yaoyao, "Uncle Zhang, where is Song... my little aunt?"
"Huh? Miss Song," Uncle Zhang said with a smile, "Miss Song slept in late today and ate breakfast in her room. It's about time for the meeting to start, just wait."
Huo Tian is drying her butt in the sun and hasn't gotten up yet, Song Yaoyao is lazier than her!
"So sleepy, didn't sleep last night or something—" Huo Tian complained heartlessly, Uncle Zhang didn't say a word and went on to other things, only she, who was suddenly taken aback while talking, realized something in a trance.
Little face is getting red...
Song Yaoyao slept until noon, and only then did she feel refreshed.
People's story books say that a banshee picks up yang and nourishes yin, so why did she come here and do the opposite
It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!