The warm breath sprayed on his ear, Huo Yunque turned his face slightly uncomfortably, his expression was momentarily dumbfounded.
"Song Yaoyao."
After a while, Huo Yunque was helpless, "What are you thinking about in your little head every day, huh?"
Song Yaoyao blushed, and even when she was in the car, she still hugged his neck sternly and did not let go.
Huo Yunque had no choice but to put her on his lap and sit down.
Suddenly remembered how the little girl clinged to him when he was not familiar with him. When she sat on her lap, she was so teased that her face was blushing, and her eyes were watery.
He took her hand and lowered his eyes. As expected, the back of his hand was swollen like a steamed bun.
Huo Yunque was not surprised that the little girl was delicate and soft, with delicate skin and tender flesh.
His eyes darkened for a moment, and some sharp emotion flashed past.
Song Yaoyao pursed her mouth and burrowed into the man's arms, "It's not good-looking! Don't look!"
She twitched her hand, but didn't take it away.
Huo Yunque asked, "Does it hurt?"
In fact, I know it well, but I just want to ask.
Song Yaoyao blinked and blinked, her eyelashes were still wet, and there was a fox-like cunning between her brows.
She secretly looked at Huo Yunque, and acted coquettishly with a nasal voice, "Brother kisses me, and I won't hurt anymore!"
Huo Yunque avoided her wound, and held her small hand in the big palm, making one soft.
It's really not pretty.
He raised his eyelashes and stared at Song Yaoyao with a half-smile.
Song Yaoyao admitted that her thoughts were not pure or serious, and under his insightful eyes, her little face became more and more red, like a red glow in the sky, like a summer rose.
Huo Yunque didn't move, Song Yaoyao slumped her shoulders.
"I know, I know," she snorted coquettishly, "Brother isn't close to women, I'm greedy—" Before he finished speaking, his hot hand suddenly felt cold.
Song Yaoyao raised her eyes suddenly, and the pupils lit up in an instant.
Sparkling waves, bright as stars.
The temperature of the man's lips was very low, and it was cool when it fell on the back of her hand, which just rightly relieved Song Yaoyao's symptoms of hot, itchy, and painful back of her hand.
She opened her moist red mouth, "Brother, you—"
"Not feminine?" Huo Yunque met her eyes with a smile that was not a smile, and his coldness melted away, "Then what are you? Huh?"
The ending sound rises, revealing endless ridicule.
"elder brother!"
Song Yaoyao kicked her feet and hit her head into the man's chest.
Feeling his chest vibrating, a low-pitched magnetic smile filled the car, and the street lights outside woven a galaxy of brilliance. His smile was so sexy and charming that Song Yaoyao wanted to have a nosebleed!
She curled her lips and couldn't help but bend her eyes.
The way back was very quiet, and the back of Song Yaoyao's hand was very hot, and it didn't hurt much anymore, it just started to itch.
She pouted and muttered, "Brother, your hand still hurts~"
After the words fell, the little hand was brought to his lips, trying not to hide it.
"Squeamish."
The driver couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror, his heart was filled with turmoil.
Their lofty gentleman, who turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain, is gently stroking the little girl's back with one hand, and supporting her little hand with his big palm.
One kiss after another fell on the back of the little girl's hand.
Silently comfort.
It's terribly teased.
Su is going to die!
This kind of honor was given to the girl in his arms, whose little head was dozing off bit by bit.
If it is exposed in the future and seen by those famous ladies who can't ask for her husband, I don't know how many people will be sad and cry...
The driver didn't dare to look any more, so he hurriedly looked away, throwing away all those messy thoughts.