"Hey~"
Song Yaoyao scratched her head and said sweetly, "Brother, bring me here~~"
"Hey, he's been diligent lately."
Master Huo was funny. He was playing mahjong, and when he saw Song Yaoyao's red eyes suddenly paused, his brows furrowed instantly, and he lowered his face and asked, "My boy, did that brat Huo Yunque bully you?"
"ah?"
Song Yaoyao was stunned, and hurriedly waved her hands, for fear that her brother would be misunderstood, "No, no, brother didn't bully me!"
This raised his hand was amazing, the back of his hand was covered with a layer of medicine, it was bulging like a steamed bun.
Mr. Huo stood up angrily, pulled Song Yaoyao and said, "What's the matter with this kid? Why is your hand swollen? You're in your twenties, and you can't even take care of a little girl?"
In the rest area outside, the man was flipping through a magazine calmly, with lowered brows and eyes, and a gentle and abstinent demeanor.
Suddenly there was a roar, "Huo Yunque!!"
The man didn't lift his head, but pinched the center of his eyebrows helplessly, "What's wrong?"
In the words, there is a deep sense of helplessness.
"You still have the face to ask?!"
Mr. Huo pointed at Song Yaoyao, "What's the matter with the little girl? Huh? You can't even take care of a little girl, but she keeps calling you brother!"
Huo Yunque was confused, and when his eyes fell on Song Yaoyao, he came to his senses.
He was funny, "Song Yaoyao, tell him, how did you get hurt?"
"that… "
Song Yaoyao lowered her head in embarrassment, her little face was flushed, and she wrung her hands together. Qi Aiai said: "Grandpa, my hand...is swollen from beating someone..."
So, it really has nothing to do with my brother!
Mr. Huo was followed by several Ma friends who watched the fun, and they all burst out laughing upon hearing this.
"The little girl has to find someone who is a little more reliable to find an excuse. This explanation doesn't sound credible at all!"
"Hahahaha~ Lao Huo, where did your kid bring this girl, what a treasure!"
"I didn't see it, but I was quite protective of him."
Song Yaoyao's face blushed dripping blood when she was teased, her almond eyes were moist and clear, her small breasts puffed out, and she said very proudly: "My brother, of course I have to protect him!"
"cough-"
Huo Yunque couldn't help laughing, he clenched his fist against his lips and coughed twice.
Mr. Huo didn't believe Song Yaoyao's explanation at first, but when he saw that he was still smiling, he immediately became angry.
He is very satisfied with the little girl Song Yaoyao, and she has a pleasing personality.
Looking at this son again at this time, it is even more distasteful.
"You still have a face to smile?"
Mr. Huo gave him a sideways glance, "I want to listen to the truth! Don't treat me like the people below, don't forget that I am your old man!"
Even if you cover the sky with one hand outside and call the wind and rain, come to me! You are my son too!
"grandfather… "
Song Yaoyao tugged at the corner of Mr. Huo's clothes, "It really has nothing to do with my brother. I got into a fight with my classmates at school today, and my brother helped me out. In fact, my brother is super nice! Don't blame him!"
"Getting started?"
Mr. Huo glanced at Huo Yunque who was sitting calmly on the sofa, his heart was filled with panic, and he didn't know who he learned from when he was so angry!
"He didn't kill anyone?"
Song Yaoyao: "..."
this…
Shouldn't it
Grandpa seems a bit cruel—
"If it doesn't work, at least you have to break an arm or a leg, right? Tell me, what have you done?" Mr. Huo pointed at Song Yaoyao's hand, "Yaoyao's hand is swollen like this, you have to come out of this tone !"