Huo Ningxi is the head of the Huo family, so where is Huo Yunque who should be the head of the family
Such an excellent Huo Yunque, why is the author so stingy with writing
Huo Yunque was so young, if he was here, Huo Ningxi would not be able to take the position of Patriarch.
No matter how you compare it, Huo Yunque is much, much better than Huo Ningxi.
not to mention-
Huo Ningxi doesn't have the blood of the Huo family at all.
But he still became the head of the family, and everything in the Huo family became his.
Why
Song Yaoyao didn't dare to think about it, she thought of that accident, because of that dream, she stubbornly stopped Huo Yunque from letting him go out.
There is also the uncertainty of life and death this time.
The answer was actually on the lips, but Song Yaoyao insisted on suppressing all those thoughts.
She went to the futon and knelt down, clasping her hands together.
"If I could, I would..."
While waiting for dinner, the servant came to look for Uncle Zhang in a panic, saying that he did not see Miss Song in the room.
Song Yaoyao is gone!
Uncle Zhang turned pale with fright, the whole house was in a mess, and everyone looked around.
But a living person seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
"Uncle Zhang, please calm down, I'll ask you guys," Huo Jiu rushed over, he was also very busy these days, the husband never showed up, and there were already people spreading rumors outside. He looked at the servants coldly, "Are you sure Miss Song didn't go downstairs?"
"Yes, because of Uncle Zhang's order, we have been guarding."
"I see."
Huo Jiu nodded and went upstairs, there must be something missing.
Song Yaoyao curled up on the ground, her head was dazed, as if a big hand was grabbing her, pulling her into the abyss.
She appeared in front of a gray building, where people were coming and going, and she even saw those murderers in black suits walking past. She hurriedly avoided, but found that those people passed directly through her body as if they couldn't see her.
Song Yaoyao spread her hands and looked at her almost transparent hands.
She died again
She stood there in a daze, and those men in black quickly walked away. Suddenly, she saw a person wearing a hat pressed down on the brim, and limping towards her with something.
"Huo Qi?"
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, Huo Qi is not dead? Didn't the brother also—
She rushed to Huo Qi, but Huo Qi limped past her.
"Huo Qi..."
Song Yaoyao didn't have time to think, and followed Huo Qi, watching him walk through an alley and into a dark alley.
Finally, he knocked on the door of a dilapidated low house.
There was a coughing sound, and an old voice sounded from inside, "Who is it?"
"it's me."
As the words fell, the door opened, and Huo Qifei quickly stepped in.
Song Yaoyao's heart was beating wildly, and joy climbed up her eyebrows.
Her brother must be inside, she followed Huo Qi and quickly ran towards it.
"How is your day sir?"
what about What's wrong with brother
Song Yaoyao was puzzled, she looked at the hunched old man and frowned.
But soon, her doubts were answered.
It was a relatively clean room. The man had lost a lot of weight, his upper body was naked, and there were still unhealed wounds on it. The most serious thing was his forehead, which was also wrapped with a bandage.
His eyes were closed tightly, and the movement of Huo Qi pushing the door didn't disturb him at all.
It was as if he had died.
Song Yaoyao's throat tightened, and she quickly floated over, trying to test whether his breathing was still there—
But when she was about to get close to him, there was a sudden strong suction force, which dragged her back quickly.
"elder brother!"
She was dragged out of that room, and Song Yaoyao stared at that room, and the pictures around her flew by quickly.
"elder brother!!"
Song Yaoyao's body trembled violently, and she opened her frightened eyes.
The air was filled with the smell of sandalwood, and it was like a ridiculous dream just now.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and she got up and ran outside in embarrassment.
What if, what if that dream was real
At the same time, Huo Jiu also heard a faint voice.
He turned around and strode quickly towards the place where the sound came from.
A petite black figure appeared, her steps were messy, and she was covered with a large coat that could be worn as a skirt. Huo Jiu felt bitter in his heart, he had never seen Miss Song who was so embarrassed and flustered.
"Miss Song, are you okay..."
"Huo Jiu! Come with me!"
She is just betting, what if she succeeds in the deal with the sky? Otherwise, why let her have that dream.
Huo Jiu's words were interrupted. He looked worriedly at Miss Song who had a strange expression, and felt that there seemed to be joy in her eyes.
joy
In the study, when Huo Jiu came in, she quickly closed the door and locked it.
"Miss Song?" Huo Jiu was taken aback.
Song Yaoyao's behavior was too abnormal. He looked at her, but couldn't tell what was wrong.
Song Yaoyao ignored Huo Jiu, called him in, and left him there.
She found the manuscript paper she usually used for storyboarding, and found a pen.
Closing her eyes, she carefully recalled what she saw. A few minutes later, she lowered her head and quickly began to draw on the manuscript paper.
When a normal person dreams, he will always be missing arms and legs and cannot remember completely after waking up. But Song Yaoyao's dream was different. As soon as she closed her eyes, it clearly appeared in her mind.
Even the house number and what is at the door are clearly visible.
Huo Jiu walked over lightly, and was stunned when he saw Song Yaoyao painting.
His palms were cold, and he wondered whether he should call Liu Yu over to show Miss Song.
Obviously, he thought Song Yaoyao was stimulated and couldn't accept Huo Yunque's disappearance.
Song Yaoyao thought while drawing, and half an hour later, she didn't hand over the painting to Huo Jiu until she restored all the pictures in her mind.
"Miss Song, is this—?" Huo Jiu looked at the painting. The buildings in the painting were very old, but it could be vaguely seen that they were not from his country.
Song Yaoyao was about to speak, but for some reason, she didn't say it.
Instead, write what you want to say on paper.
Huo Jiu watched silently. When Song Yaoyao gave more and more information, the worry in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise.
After reading it, he quickly raised his head and looked at Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao nodded slightly to him.
"Just try."
At this moment, the picture book in his hand is as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.
"good."
That night, Huo Jiu flew away with the people.
No one noticed that among the people accompanying him, there was Liu Yu who was disguised as an ordinary subordinate.
Except for Huo Jiu, Song Yaoyao did not disclose this news to anyone.
If there is anyone in this family who can be trusted besides Huo Yunque, it is only the members of the Twelve Guards.
They were instilled with a belief from the time they were raised.
And Huo Yunque is also a qualified Patriarch.
She didn't know if the dream was real or not, but she didn't trust anyone but Huo Jiu. Why Huo Qi didn't contact his own people, even Song Yaoyao couldn't figure it out.
Now, she can only pray that all goes well.