When Song Jingwan was watched by him, she always felt that all her thoughts had nowhere to hide. Her breathing was a little messy, and she hurriedly explained: "No, old man, I was afraid that she would hurt you if she was ignorant. What I said is true. My sister she..."
"You know what a fart!"
The old man looked refined and elegant, but his temper was very irritable, and Song Jingwan, who was scolding directly, couldn't lift her head.
"Could it be that I don't know about my own body? If it wasn't for this little girl's help, my old man would have died a long time ago! To study and be a man, I suggest you go back to school and re-learn your three views!" After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Song Yaoyao, The serious face instantly turned into a flower with a smile, "Little girl, thank you just now."
Song Yaoyao squatted on the ground, and wanted to cry because of the numbness in her feet, but now she seemed to be unable to feel it, and smiled brightly at the old man.
Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, Song Jingwan thought she could fool everyone. Small minds can't escape this kind of people who have experienced all kinds of things in the world. Their eyes are the "demon mirror".
"Song Yaoyao."
The man's voice was cold and deep, falling from the top of his head.
Song Yaoyao was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head to look. She squatted on the ground, like a fat white radish, a small ball.
"Brother—" she opened her mouth to call out, but immediately thought of how this man detested her.
She turned her head bitterly and swallowed the rest of the words.
Huo Yunque lowered his eyes, and could only see the top of the little girl's dark hair. The hair is soft, with a dull hair on the top of the head.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes filled with a smile.
"stand up."
He slowly stretched out his big hand with a broad palm, and the tassels on the Buddha beads swayed slightly.
Song Yaoyao has always been soft rather than hard, and she doesn't feel wronged when others don't believe her. Song Yaoyao didn't care when Song Jingwan took the lead and was forced to apologize.
In her previous life, she only lived to be 19 years old, and she was held in the hands of her parents and elder brothers since she was a child. She was the only one left in this life, Song Yaoyao told herself to be strong.
But once Huo Yunque's attitude softened, Song Yaoyao didn't want to be strong anymore.
She pursed her mouth, her eye circles were red, and said softly, "My legs are numb—" she couldn't stand up.
Huo Yunque raised his brows slightly, as if his heart had been hit hard by something.
When Song Jingwan heard this, she hurried over to help Song Yaoyao, but just as she stretched out her hand, she was blocked by a hand.
The man's skin is very fair, and he is wearing a long gown, showing a romantic and freehand style.
At this time, he glanced slowly, but Song Jingwan's hair stood on end in an instant, a chill ran from the soles of her feet all the way to the top of her head, so cold that her bones seemed to creak.
Song Yaoyao sniffed, and obediently handed her little hand to Huo Yunque.
The big palms were closed, and the little girl's hand was as soft as boneless, small and soft, and it fit perfectly with his palm.
Huo Yunque withdrew his strength slightly, and pulled Song Yaoyao straight up.
"Woo-"
Song Yaoyao's delicate brows suddenly frowned, and with a mournful face, she plunged into Huo Yunque's arms, her hands gripped his clothes tightly, and her legs kept shaking.
"Uncomfortable... I can't do it anymore, my legs and legs are numb..."
I don’t know if you have ever experienced this feeling. When squatting for too long, the blood circulation of the legs will be blocked and the nerves will be compressed, which will cause the legs to be numb and uncomfortable for a moment or for a long time.
Song Yaoyao's voice trembled, her legs trembled, and she couldn't stand upright leaning against Huo Yunque.
As soon as I exerted force, my whole leg went numb, as if I had been electrocuted.