"Huo Qi!"
The girl's soft and enthusiastic voice made Huo Qi stagger, not knowing what to do.
"Why are you here? Where's your brother? Is he here too?"
Song Yaoyao looked around and asked Huo Qi repeatedly.
Huo Qi rubbed his nose and slandered inwardly: Sure enough, the enthusiasm is all because of Mr., scare him!
"Here." He handed over the bag, which contained a cup of red bean matcha tea and a small piece of mille-feuille cake. "I don't know Miss Song's taste, so I ordered the better ones sold in the store. If you don't like it, you can tell me, and I will buy it again."
Song Yaoyao took it happily, "I like it, of course I like it, what about my brother?"
She poked her head around.
Song Jingwan felt uncomfortable watching it. The milk tea she was holding in her hand didn't matter if she lost it or held it.
Although the price is ordinary, it also depends on who sent the item.
She smiled with difficulty and asked, "Why did Mr. Huo come to school?"
Huo Qi was answering Song Yaoyao when she was interrupted by Song Jingwan. The handsome brows and eyes were a little more serious, and he kept a polite smile, "So it's Miss Song? I'm sorry I didn't see you just now, so I didn't buy an extra copy, please forgive me."
For Song Jingwan's words, he never thought of answering.
Mr. is his master, how could he reveal his master's whereabouts just because of someone else's few words
But Song Yaoyao knew Huo Yunque's car, and when she finally found a familiar car in the crowd, she immediately rushed over like a bird.
"elder brother!"
Huo Yunque's slightly frowned eyebrows stretched out, and he looked out of the car window at the little girl rushing towards him through the crowd.
The knee-length pleated skirt was swaying, the setting sun was jumping above her head, and her body was full of vitality.
The car window fell slowly, revealing Song Yaoyao's longing face.
She was very happy, blinking her eyes and laying on the side of the car window, coquettishly, "Brother, I miss you so much~"
Huo Yunque: "..."
Song Yaoyao didn't think there was anything wrong with it, she just said it if she liked it, there was nothing to be ashamed of.
The pupils of her dark eyes rolled round, and there was just the right amount of sweetness in the dimples.
"My brother also looks good in a shirt, super pretty!"
"cough-"
Huo Yunque supported his forehead, and stretched out his hand to push Song Yaoyao's head out a little, and if he got closer, it would touch his face.
"Speak well," he said seriously.
Song Yaoyao pouted and muttered, "What~ I'm talking well!"
The sound is sticky and sweeter than sugar.
Huo Yunque sighed, his eyes fell on her reddish eye circles, and he said in a deep voice, "Why are you crying?"
"Ah?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head, innocently at a loss.
She held the milk tea and took a sip, "I didn't cry."
That childish and ignorant appearance makes one's hands itch, one can't wait to reach out and pinch her, to see if she is as soft as imagined.
"Eyes." He opened his lips and pointed out lightly.
Song Yaoyao touched her face belatedly, "I rubbed it myself~ hee hee, so my brother was worried about me~ I'm so touched~"
Her lips were dyed moist, and when she smiled, it seemed that the whole world was lit up.
Huo Qi followed behind Song Yaoyao, sighing inwardly.
The soft, sweet and coquettish little girl really can't stand it!
It's no wonder that even the pure-hearted gentleman can't hold back.
Huo Yunque took off his glasses, "I don't care." He pinched his eyebrows.
"lie!"