Song Wenchuan sighed, "Don't think too much, close your eyes now, let's go another way."
He turned the steering wheel and observed Song Yaoyao through the rearview mirror.
I found that the little girl seemed to have expected it a long time ago. Even though Song Jingwan had a huge reaction, she never looked out curiously.
Keeping his eyes down, his expression was silent.
So, Yaoyao, why did she suddenly feel uncomfortable not far away, and then insisted on asking him to buy sugar-fried chestnuts.
Is it really just pure displeasure, do you want to torment him
Song Wenchuan's eyes flickered in thought.
Finally, he stopped safely outside Huo's house. He honked the horn, and the door opened quickly. It turned out that someone had been guarding it all the time, and when Song Yaoyao came back, he immediately opened the door.
Seeing this, Song Wenchuan felt better.
At least, apart from Huo Ningxi, Song Yaoyao is still very popular in this family.
This reminded him of the scene when Zhou Manli refused to let Yaoyao in because she came home a little late.
It's no wonder that Yaoyao would rather stay in someone else's house than go back to the Song's house and refuse to recognize the parents.
The Huo family's house is very large, a huge manor.
After entering the gate, it will take several minutes to get to the main house.
"Miss Song is back."
Uncle Zhang opened the car door with a smile, saw Song Wenchuan and said with a gentle attitude: "Mr. Song also go in and have a seat, thank you for sending Miss Song back, please."
What a weird thing to say.
Song Wenchuan got out of the car, and fought back with a smile, "Yaoyao is my sister, so it's not troublesome. I just want to thank Mr. Huo and everyone for taking care of our family Yaoyao, forgiving her and loving her."
"This is all as it should be, as it should be." Uncle Zhang laughed happily.
"I won't go in. Jingwan is not feeling well. I want to take her back to rest quickly. Please say hello to Mr. Huo for me. When he has time some other day, I will visit and thank him. Tonight I'm really sorry, sorry."
Uncle Zhang glanced at the pale-faced Song Jingwan, his eyes sparkled, "Hey, if you don't feel well, you have to go back and rest quickly. By the way, we also have a doctor at home. How about I call someone to show this lady?"
"No, she was just scared, just go back and rest."
Song Wenchuan politely refused, and opened the car door to let Song Yaoyao get out. He went to the trunk and gave her the girl's clothes that the female staff helped to pick out before, and told her softly, "If you feel wronged, don't hold back, tell brother, huh? No matter how far or late, I will come to pick you up. "
Song Yaoyao nodded slightly, seeing that he was about to leave, she grabbed the corner of his clothes with her small hand and tugged.
"What's the matter? Can't bear to part with me?" Song Wenchuan rubbed her head, "Let's go."
"On the road... be careful."
Her voice was hoarse, she pursed her lips and looked at him.
Although he still didn't call out that brother, the worry in his eyes was clearly visible.
Song Wenchuan really couldn't bear to leave her here, obviously this is his sister! But think about that home without warmth, compared to that, Huo's is like her home.
He saw a servant come out quickly, holding a coat in his hand and draping it over Song Yaoyao's shoulders.
Here, Mr. Huo gave Yaoyao the love that neither his parents ever gave him.
Loved by thousands, the only little princess.
If it was normal, Song Jingwan might take a serious look at this house that she had never been to, the place where Huo Ningxi lived.
But now she has long been frightened by the bloody scene, and she is in a daze.
Before I got home, I had a high fever.