Seeing that Huo Yunque was silent, she curled her mouth and was about to cry.
Before she opened her mouth, a big hand covered her head and rubbed it gently.
A soft sigh sounded in my ear, "When did I say I was going to drive you away?"
"Eh?!"
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, and her pink face lifted up, "Really? Brother won't you drive me away?"
"Won't."
Huo Yunque nodded, his eyes reflected the little girl's instantly bright face.
There was a faint smile on his thin lips, and he said seriously: "But punishment is still necessary."
"ah-"
Song Yaoyao hadn't been happy for a long time, and immediately learned a bad news.
With a mournful face, she stretched out her white and tender little hands, palms facing upwards.
"Then...then brother hit me! As long as you don't drive me away."
Because she was afraid of pain, she closed her eyes tightly, and her wet eyelashes trembled slightly, indescribably pitiful.
Waited for a long time and didn't get it.
Song Yaoyao quietly lifted a slit to peek over, and saw the man tap her swollen back of the hand, ordering lightly.
"It's okay to fight, but don't let yourself get hurt. Otherwise—"
He raised his eyebrows, his warning was palpable.
Song Yaoyao's eyes were already shining, and she screamed excitedly and threw herself into Huo Yunque's arms.
The voice became more sticky and soft, "I knew my brother loved me the most~~!"
"careful-"
Seeing her standing up halfway, Huo Yunque frowned, and put his big palm on top of her head.
Until the chest was hit hard.
He coughed lowly, and said in a low voice, "Song Yaoyao, it's time to lose weight."
"snort!"
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, and buried herself in his arms coquettishly, "Could it be that my brother doesn't want me when I grow up to be a big fat man?"
"Won't."
The little girl has a sensitive mind, Huo Yunque would not tease her about this kind of thing.
"Hee hee~ so why~"
She sneaked close to his ear, and whispered quietly: "Besides, Rourou said, boys like girls who are more fleshy~~"
"cough-"
Huo Yunque's back stiffened, and his face turned ashen.
He looked at her brows, eyes and lips that couldn't hide his complacency, and asked in a deep voice, "Song Yaoyao, what kind of friends do you make?"
Can you say such nonsense? Just say it, and teach her—
"Ah? Isn't that right?" Song Yaoyao scratched her head and said embarrassedly: "Rourou told me that she patted her chest, that's what her aunt told her—"
Huo Yunque had a splitting headache, "So, who is her aunt?"
"It seems to be a big star, the actress is coming! Oh yes! She was there just now, but I don't think she is fat at all~~"
Bumpy.
Song Yaoyao was surprised, so why did Rou Rou say that it is better for a girl to be more fleshy.
Huo Yunque's complexion became more and more serious, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Xia Rao—"
It turned out to be this woman's niece, no wonder she taught the little girl to say such things.
"Ah-"
Xia Rao, who was already on the way back, rubbed her nose, wondering, "Who is thinking about me?"
Mu Jing, whose ears were red and dripping blood, said jealously: "You have so many male fans, how many people miss you?"
snort!
Xia Rao nodded, "Well... that's right."
After she sneezed several times in a row, she didn't take it seriously.
Little did she know that soon, her agent would take her to a scene filmed in Dashan, and the other party was the great director Xia Rao admired.
The mountains are tough, and Mu Jing can't accompany her.
It's just that Xia Rao doesn't realize it now.