I can't help it, it hurts!
But looking at Shen Xun again, he still looks okay.
Han Jun was curious, "Brother Xun, Huo Ningxi looks like a little boy, fighting so hard?"
How could he still beat his brother Xun like this! No, he has to go and see.
He stood up and quietly looked through the crack of the door.
Seeing this, the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Xun, Brother Xun, what did you do to Young Master Huo?"
Why is he curled up, looking like his body has been hollowed out
Forgive him, it may be that the vocabulary discussed with Song Yaoyao was too profound, which caused him to see this picture now...
Can't help but think about it.
"You want to know?"
Shen Xun cursed in a low voice, grinned sinisterly, and smiled on the surface.
Han Jun shook, "No, no, no! I don't want to at all!"
"No, you want to!"
Shen Xun clasped his head, held him under his arm and dragged him forward, "Jun'er, later on what your brother and I did to Huo Ningxi will let you experience it for yourself, don't worry, take your time! Huh? "
Han Jun's chrysanthemum tightened.
he died.
At this point, everyone has left.
Song Yaoyao bounced around to find Huo Yunque, but found that his room and study were empty.
She pouted, "Uncle Zhang, where's brother? Why didn't I see him?"
With her little hands behind her back, she turned her head back and forth to look around.
"Miss Song is looking for Mr.?" Uncle Zhang said cheerfully, "Mr. is in the greenhouse now. Those flowers are the treasures of the old lady. Since she left, Mr. has been taking care of them. He left these days, those flowers It’s all the servants at home who are helping to water it, and they are careful every day, for fear that the flowers will die.”
"Is that so?"
Song Yaoyao opened her eyes wide, and couldn't help but want to know Huo Yunque better.
"Uncle Zhang, what flower do you like best?"
"Well, I don't know," Uncle Zhang helplessly spread his hands, "Mr. has a high IQ since he was a child, and he acts like a grown-up all day long. I've never seen him particularly like anything. But—"
The old man suddenly showed a mysterious smile, which made Song Yaoyao very curious.
"Uncle Zhang, but what? Tell me quickly!!"
"However, Uncle Zhang knows that Mr. Song likes Miss Song the most!" He said cheerfully.
Song Yaoyao was overjoyed, she tilted her head coquettishly, "Really?!"
"Miss Song, I watched my husband grow up anyway. You are really the first person who can make your husband change so many people."
Song Yaoyao was overjoyed, as if she had been fed a box of honey, and even her throat was filled with a sweet taste.
She blinked her eyelashes lightly, her eyes were smart and sly.
"Then I will look for my brother in the flower room~"
"Hey wait!"
Uncle Zhang stopped her and whispered something in her ear.
The little girl's complexion suddenly changed, and she murmured: "Really? But brother... no wonder brother ran to the greenhouse alone, it turned out to be..."
It turned out to be the death day of my brother and mother.
She ran out without looking back, "Uncle Zhang, I'm going to accompany brother!"
"Hey, go, go! Remember to say these words to your husband!"
The figure of the little girl had disappeared, and a soft and loud voice floated in from outside the door.
Uncle Zhang smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "Oh, the little girl is so painful!"
Song Yaoyao, who was deceived, didn't know it yet. She ran so fast all the way, wishing she could grow wings on her back and fly directly to her brother's side.
At this time, she is still happily playing and playing games with her classmates.
I don't know at all, at this time, my brother is the one who needs company the most!