Song Yaoyao felt that half of her pp was numb, and she changed from dry howling to real howling.
After reacting, he began to sob softly.
"Sir, it's okay. I'll go out first. I won't go back tonight. If there is any emergency, you can send someone to call me at any time."
After that, he turned his head and ran away in a hurry, fearing that he would be caught skinny.
When he closed the door, he looked up curiously and clicked his tongue inwardly.
Back home, the man who didn't even have time to change his clothes was leaning against the head of the bed, with his long arms around the girl who was sobbing softly. In the past, the man who couldn't feel the slightest human touch from him, at this moment, there was a tenderness in his eyes that was enough to drown someone.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo brother!" "
"Well, I apologize."
"Don't listen, don't listen!"
Song Yaoyao burped, "I agreed it wouldn't hurt, it hurts to death!"
"I need to wear more clothes in the future."
Liu Yu's moment of ecstasy was captured by the man's peripheral vision.
He hooked his lips, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.
The meaning conveyed is very obvious: Do you want to die
Liu Yu closed the door in an instant, turned around and ran away in one go.
People are always more vulnerable when they are sick. Especially for children who are loved by others, when they become coquettish, they are simply helpless.
She was crying sobbingly, lying in Huo Yunque's arms with swollen eye circles, muttering in a daze.
"elder brother."
Huo Yunque patted her on the back lightly, "Huh?"
"I'm homesick," she said hoarsely, showing helplessness, "I miss my parents and my brother..."
"homesick?"
He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, seeing that she was so drowsy that she didn't even remember what she said, calling her parents, sometimes brother, repeatedly.
"Home?"
The teary-eyed little girl raised her eyelids dizzily, her eyelashes trembling with wetness.
She shook her head and sobbed weakly, "Yaoyao has no home, woo..."
Huo Yunque's eyes dimmed as he spoke upside down.
He didn't think that what Song Rui and his wife had done would make the little girl so nostalgic.
"This is your home, so don't cry, okay?"
He patted the little girl on the back, like coaxing a child.
Song Yaoyao had a dream, returning to the day she died, her soul was floating in the sky, watching her parents who loved her so much that she was sobbing. The elder brother feebly raised his hands to cover his eyes, hot tears rolled down his chin.
Then she started crying too.
His throat was so dry and sore that it was about to smoke, like a kitten on the verge of death.
No matter how Huo Yunque coaxed her, her tears kept flowing.
Sobbing seems to be absent in the room.
The man lowered his eyes, and there was a water stain on his fingertips, which could not be wiped clean at all.
He never knew that women could cry so much.
"Song Yaoyao, stop crying." He ordered in a deep voice.
After Song Yaoyao got the injection, she was half asleep and half awake, so she couldn't hear it.
Huo Yunque squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "What do you want, eh?"
Now, even if Song Yaoyao said she wanted the stars in the sky, in order not to make her cry, Huo Yunque would probably send someone to pick them up for her right away.
Song Yaoyao sobbed twice, hiccupped, and stretched out her little hand blankly, "Brother, kiss."
Huo Yunque: "..."
He squinted his eyes, and the little girl's face full of tears was reflected in his pupils.
Seeing that she opened her small mouth and was about to cry after she finished speaking, the man leaned over and his thin lips fell—
I tasted the salty taste of tears between my lips and teeth.
"Sir, Doctor Liu said that he prescribed medicine, it's best to let Ms. Song take it before...uh..."
Huo Qi was petrified in an instant, but it was Uncle Zhang who quickly dragged him out.