As a result, such a strange scene appeared in the entire office.
The sleepy little girl leaned against the man's arms, her sleepy little head bouncing bit by bit.
The little hand was still clutching the man's shirt.
The man flipped through the documents handed over by his subordinates with a calm face, flipped through them casually, and typed back all of them.
All the people present watched him protect the little girl, encircling her in his arms with a kind of guardian attitude. There are thousands of thoughts in my heart, but I dare not breathe on my face.
For fear of waking up the little girl, I lost even one night's chance, and was directly invited out of the company by the boss.
Song Yaoyao smelled the good smell emanating from the man, it was as clear as white snow. The sense of security filled her, she squinted her eyes, and unconsciously fell asleep in the man's arms again.
The weather was cold, and a layer of white mist gathered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and water droplets slowly slid down.
The man bent down slightly, wrapped his big hands around the little girl's little feet, and checked the temperature.
I'm relieved when I see it's not cold.
Song Yaoyao fell asleep, feeling the soles of her feet itch, and she moved uncomfortably. Turning over awkwardly in the man's arms, he buried his little head in the man's neck, took a deep sniff of the familiar breath, and fell into a deep sleep.
All the subordinates, apart from being frightened, didn't know what to think.
With the boss's appearance, isn't he really taking care of his daughter
Doting on a daughter is, at most, just asking for warmth and care to such an extent, right
"Brother..." Song Yaoyao yawned a little, shrank her feet and muttered: "Cold..."
Soon, he was covered with a thick long business windbreaker, which was tightly wrapped from head to toe.
The man patted her on the back casually, "Good boy."
The voice is low and hoarse, revealing endless tenderness.
"boss..."
Next one of them yelled in fear, wanting to ask the boss if he had any other orders.
The man's brows were drawn together, his eyes quenched a little bit of hostility, and his cold and stern voice resounded in the office.
"Get out."
Like the frost piled up in an instant, without any tenderness.
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and when they got out of the office, their legs were so weak that they were no longer in good shape.
They looked at each other, and Qi Qi shook his head and smiled wryly.
Thinking of the little girl who was able to sleep peacefully in the boss's arms when the boss was angry, I felt a little admiration.
After work was over, Huo Yunque glanced down at his watch.
seven o'clock in the evening.
He patted Song Yaoyao's small face, "Song Yaoyao, wake up."
"Well… "
Song Yaoyao struggled to open her eyes a little, with a mournful face and a sticky voice, hanging on Huo Yunque's body like a sloth.
"Brother take me home."
"Get down and go by yourself."
Huo Yunque stood up, carried her back to the lounge, and put her on the big bed.
Looking down at her condescendingly, her Adam's apple moved slightly while speaking, "Song Yaoyao, put on your shoes and socks."
Song Yaoyao pursed her mouth, and she sniffed, feeling her head was heavy and a little dazed.
When I'm uncomfortable, my already clingy temperament becomes more squeamish.
"Don't~ woo~"
She moaned and rubbed against the pillow, pouted her butt drowsily, and fell asleep again just lying on the bed.
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, "Song Yaoyao, if you don't get up, you can stay here and sleep tonight."
"call-"
The little girl snored.
"Song Yaoyao?"
Huo Yunque held his forehead and squeezed the space between his brows, quite dumbfounded.
After standing there for a few seconds, he finally walked over as if accepting his fate, made her turn over, picked up the socks on the bedside table and put them on her.