Huo Ningxi who was beaten up: "???"
This stinky girl has the face to say that he has evil thoughts? If time could be turned back, the first time he rushed in, he must take a photo to leave evidence! Then let Song Yaoyao, a stinky girl, stare her eyes wide to see how ambiguous and daydreaming her posture with her uncle was just now!
"go out."
Huo Yunque's voice was light, but his eyes were extremely sharp.
Huo Ningxi pursed his lips, half believing it or not and asked: "Is it really nosebleed?"
"Otherwise?" Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes.
For some reason, Huo Ningxi felt relieved. He turned and walked towards the door, when he heard a man's voice behind him.
"Close the door."
Huo Ningxi paused, then nodded, "Understood."
Before the door was closed, Huo Ningxi was taken aback by a word that was neither salty nor bland.
"Huo Ningxi, don't forget that you have nothing to do with her anymore."
Therefore, no matter what she does, it has nothing to do with Huo Ningxi.
It was you who didn't want her first.
Huo Ningxi's throat rolled, he gritted his teeth and pulled the door shut.
"I know!"
He has no regrets! no way-
"Oh my youngest, what are you doing standing here?" Seeing this, Uncle Zhang hurriedly dragged him away.
Huo Ningxi sneered, and cast a gloomy glance at Uncle Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, are you standing here to guard the door for my uncle?"
"What door is guarding? I'm worried that Ms. Song will be hungry and want to eat later. I just asked the kitchen to make some blood-enriching soup, and I can..."
"You love her so much, how can you just watch her being killed by my uncle—"
"Boss!"
Uncle Zhang's smile disappeared, and he seriously interrupted Huo Ningxi, "Could it be that in your heart, Mr. is such a person? The Huo family has stood up for hundreds of years, and the family style is very good. As the Huo family, you, You should also know, when did Mister do such a thing as coercion?"
He is indifferent, indifferent to the point of being unreasonable.
But in his bones, he still retains the rigor and rules of the Huo family. The husband can't do that kind of forced price reduction.
"Young master, don't say such things in the future, if the husband hears it, he will be so sad." Uncle Zhang sighed, and patted Huo Ningxi on the shoulder, "And the husband loves you very much, besides, Song Miss is already an adult, if you like me, it's not impossible."
"Where is she an adult? She looks like a yellow-haired girl! Very childish!" Huo Ningxi retorted.
Hearing this, Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed with deep thought.
"Master, but why are you unhappy? Don't you always hate Miss Song? She doesn't bother you anymore, you should be happy—"
Huo Ningxi's back was stiff, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
But he concealed it very well, and he didn't show the slightest bit on his face.
"Of course, I am very happy."
After all, he turned and walked towards his room, forgetting what he was going to do when he came out.
"I'm tired, let's go back to my room to rest." He said lightly.
Uncle Zhang watched the boy's slender figure disappear, stood there for a while, and sighed faintly.
"Oh, this is not a good thing—"
After being interrupted one after another, Huo Yunque also lost the idea of accountability.
He took out Song Yaoyao's mischievous little hand, and watched her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she continued to mop her up boldly.
Raise eyebrows whether to smile or not: "Song Yaoyao, are you happy touching? Huh?"