The subtext is that life and death are uncertain.
"We... only found the car he was in that day, and there were a lot of his blood on it."
Song Yaoyao nodded, and walked towards the stairs.
"I see."
"Miss Song—"
She was so calm, her tone didn't even fluctuate in the slightest. If she cried out or even had other reactions, Uncle Zhang and the others wouldn't be so worried.
It was because she didn't respond that Uncle Zhang was worried that she was holding back in his heart.
"Miss Song," Uncle Zhang fought back his tears, and took two steps forward, "You must take care of your health! Sir, he has encountered many dangers, big and small, over the years, and he can turn danger into good luck every time. Now, find If it doesn't come to him, it's the best news!"
He didn't say the word corpse, as if he was cursing Huo Yunque.
"Of course I know."
Song Yaoyao turned around suddenly, instead of crying, she showed a big smile.
"Brother will not die! I will wait here for his return."
She didn't lose Huo Yunque's sense, she believed in her sixth sense.
At present, Huo Yunque must be somewhere, and he will come back.
After finishing speaking, she went upstairs without looking back, leaving those people's gazes behind her.
Uncle Zhang looked at her straight back and let out a deep breath.
"Listen to me, if the news of Mr.'s disappearance is leaked, I'll take you all!"
The old butler turned around suddenly, his eyes flashed brightly, and the brows and eyes were full of coldness and sternness. His back is straight, and his whole body is like a blood-stained sword, which makes people dare not underestimate him.
Huo Jiu stood quietly behind him.
"From now on, you don't need me to teach you what to say and what to do, do you?"
The disappearance of the head of the Huo family is no small matter.
Once the news leaks out, not only the foreign countries, but even these aristocratic families in China will inevitably cause turmoil.
There are always those who are restless, waiting for an opportunity to move.
"yes-"
Uncle Zhang glanced over the servants one by one, and when his eyes fell, the servants involuntarily lowered their heads.
Obedience, respect, fear.
"Let's all go down."
He waved his hand and told the servants to leave.
When all the people disappeared, his back suddenly hunched, as if he had aged ten years overnight. He looked at Huo Jiu, "The domestic news must be concealed. I will give you the list of the servants and their family members, and we will also send more people inside and outside the house. Those people know the news, and if they don't talk to Song The lady took action, and now that the husband is missing, Miss Song must protect it."
Otherwise, sir, what a disappointment.
Huo Jiu nodded, "Yes, I understand."
Huo Qi was also missing along with Huo Yunque. When Huo Jiu entered Huo Qi's room, his computer was still on, with his game interface hanging on it.
That Huo Qi who has always been foolish, because his personality is the most out-of-the-ordinary, was brought by Mr. Huo Qi's side.
The missing one is his master, and the other is the brother he grew up with.
Huo Jiu pursed her thin lips tightly, blood glistened in her eyes behind the glasses.
Someday!
He will kill those people!
After Song Yaoyao returned to Huo's house, she ate and slept on time every day.
I can read and write.
It seemed that Huo Yunque was just on a business trip without any mood swings.
But the more this is the case, the more worrying it is.
She is like a programmed robot, doing her job step by step every day, forgetting about her sorrows and sorrows.
Uncle Zhang saw everything in his eyes and hurt in his heart, and finally one day, he couldn't help it.
If this continues, the body will be dragged down.
He couldn't watch Song Yaoyao deplete himself like this. As the days passed, Huo Yunque still had no news, and his hope became more and more bleak.
The old man's health has not been very good in recent years, and he has kept the news tightly, not daring to leak any news.
"Miss Tang."
Uncle Zhang bowed his head and welcomed Tang Xinrou out of the car, "I'll leave everything to you."
It was only Tang Xinrou who learned the news. The Tang family and the Huo family are family friends, and they have cooperated in many businesses. They are people on the same boat.
Therefore, Uncle Zhang didn't hide it from her.
And now, he still needs Tang Xinrou to persuade Song Yaoyao.
"I know that this is what I should do. I was too busy and even forgot to care about Yaoyao." Seeing the tiredness on Uncle Zhang's face, she said, "Uncle Zhang, go and have a rest first. Go see Yaoyao."
"Okay, please."
Uncle Zhang looked at the cloudy sky, since the day Song Yaoyao came back, it seemed as if even God loved her, and he never saw the sun again.
Tang Xinrou went upstairs alone and knocked on the closed door.
"Yoyao? Yaoyao, are you there?"
She twisted the handle lightly, but she didn't expect it to actually open.
"If you don't answer, I'll come in."
Tang Xinrou poked half of his head in and searched the room, but he didn't see Song Yaoyao.
It's the same here as usual, except for a framed painting.
There is a couple in the painting, one is elegant and elegant, the other is sweet and charming. Behind them is a large area, like a flaming maple leaf. The girl smiled very sweetly, and the artist was very clever. Even when Song Yaoyao smiled, the dimples on her cheeks were painted vividly.
She stepped in.
Except for a painting, nothing has changed in this bedroom.
There is a thin blanket on the back of the sofa, and there are two water glasses on the table, which are a pair. Plush puppets, big and small, are everywhere.
The originally simple room was gradually infected with the breath of life.
Nothing has changed, yet everything seems to have changed.
Something was stuck in Tang Xinrou's throat, and the sockets of her eyes were hot. She didn't dare to think at all, what would Yaoyao do if something really happened to Huo Yunque
She has been with Huo Yunque since she was eighteen years old. She has experienced all kinds of people in her life, and in the end the only ones by her side are each other. Tang Xinrou had never seen that man holding her in his palm. Someone could spoil his girlfriend into an appearance that everyone envied.
Only Huo Yunque did it.
But now, he disappeared, leaving Yaoyao alone.
Various emotions flashed through Tang Xinrou's mind, and she walked slowly inside.
The balcony door was half open, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows were closed tightly on the modified enclosed balcony. A small figure nestled on the sofa, as if asleep.
"Lazy?"
Tang Xinrou almost lost her voice, walked quickly to Song Yaoyao, and squatted down.
However, she found that Song Yaoyao was not asleep at all. She opened her empty eyes and stared straight ahead.
"Yoyy..."
She was so distressed that she couldn't control the tears, and they fell on Song Yaoyao's face.
Song Yaoyao's eyelashes moved, and she suddenly came back to her senses.
She rubbed her sore forehead and sat up from the sofa, "Why are you here?"
Her soft voice seemed to be the same as usual, but knowing her like Tang Xinrou, she knew that she had changed after all. Song Yaoyao's voice lacked vitality.