Huo Yunque was very busy, and he only relaxed for a while when he was talking to the little girl.
The little girl is delicate and sensitive, like a creature made out of a lot of honey and pollen, she needs to be taken care of carefully.
Huo Yi, Er, and Qi were worried every day that their husband would suffer from physical damage.
But these decisions can only be presided over by him himself.
Therefore, what Huo Yi and Huo Er talk about every day is probably: "When will Mr. Song call Miss Song?"
"I think sir can take a break and chat with Miss Song."
Huo Qi rolled his eyes suddenly at the sky, the door opened from the inside, the man was wearing a suit jacket over his shoulders, squinting and looking at them inquiringly.
Casually asked: "What are you talking about?"
"Cough cough cough—" Huo Yi immediately winked at Huo Qi.
Huo Qi chuckled, and said loudly: "Sir! Huo Yi and Huo Er said just now, sir, you can take a break and chat with Miss Song!"
The imaginary punishment did not come, the man pinched his brows, "What time?"
"Three o'clock in the afternoon! It's night in China, Miss Song must not be asleep yet!" Huo Yi hurriedly said.
"Well… "
Huo Yunque nodded, the plan against the Gorton family was being rolled out rapidly, Huo Yunque only slept for two or three hours at night, especially when he was seriously injured.
He walked across the corridor towards the bedroom, Huo Qi and others immediately followed behind him.
The man's hands were pale and slender. He held the doorknob and paused for a while before turning his head and said softly, "You three, you will be fined one month's salary."
Huo Yi and Huo Er knew they were wrong, and accepted it with a touch of nose.
Huo Qi wailed, "Sir! I did nothing wrong!"
"Since you are not convinced, add another month."
"Sir! Sir?!"
I am wronged!
Every day when I turn on the phone, I can see many messages belonging to the little girl.
But today—
The man's thin lips were tightly pursed. He looked at the news that was still in the morning in China, his eyes dimmed.
In fact, Song Yaoyao really doesn't have time today, and tomorrow is the day she made an appointment to discuss copyright with Yun Shuihan. I also made an appointment with the person in charge of the website in Fengcheng to negotiate, and strive to get the copyright tomorrow.
It just so happened that I could send it to Director Kang to have a look and ask him to give some advice.
So when the phone rang, Song Yaoyao was sorting out the contract.
She took the time to pick up the phone on the bed, and when she saw the familiar notes jumping under her eyes, Song Yaoyao was uncharacteristically, and didn't click to answer quickly.
This note reminds Song Yaoyao all the time what stupid things she did last night.
If there was a memory-erasing potion in the world, Song Yaoyao would buy it even if she lost her entire fortune!
What a shame! !
The phone rang for about a minute, and the other party hung up.
"Ah!"
Song Yaoyao threw herself on the bed and buried her head in the quilt.
What should I do, I'm so sorry!
She misses her brother—
After three minutes of silence, the phone rang again.
This time, Song Yaoyao hurriedly clicked to answer.
But facing that gentle and handsome face, she bit her lips twice, but was speechless.
In the past, the elder brother was long and the elder brother was short, but today he looks like a little dumb.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing..." Song Yaoyao hurriedly shook her head, blushing.
Can she say that as soon as she saw this face, something inappropriate for children was automatically substituted in her mind
It's over, her head is not clean!
The little girl was holding her mobile phone piously, kneeling on the big bed, her back straightened, as if she was facing an enemy.