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When a soft little thing jumped out from under the desk and landed on his lap, Huo Yunque: "..."
He was slightly startled, and bumped into the little girl's star-like eyes.
She grinned, revealing her white teeth, full of vigor and vigor.
He raised his hands high, holding a big bright red apple in his palm, "Brother! Happy Christmas Eve! Peace and peace!"
After being stunned, an uncontrollable smile spread.
"Ah… "
The low-pitched and magnetic laughter that emanated from his chest slowly permeated the quiet office.
He took the apple with his big palm, and with a little force with the other hand, he directly pulled her into his arms.
"only one?"
Song Yaoyao blushed, and naturally nodded around his neck, "Only my brother has it~~"
An insignificant special treatment made the smile in the man's eyes deepen.
He stood up suddenly, startling Song Yaoyao.
"Ah! Brother, don't move around!!"
She hung on Huo Yunque's body like a koala, precariously.
And the man's arm directly circled over, supported the bend of her leg, hugged her with one arm like a child, and walked around the desk towards the rest area.
"elder brother… "
Song Yaoyao rested her chin on his shoulder and kept sniffing the nice perfume on his body, "Brother, you smell so good, what kind of perfume is it? I want to use it too~"
The little girl chattered endlessly, her mouth refused to rest at all.
It was really difficult for her to hold back under the desk for so long just now.
Huo Yunque patted her and whispered, "Sit down."
"oh-"
Song Yaoyao pouted, her dark eyes rolled around, and her little hands began to climb up restlessly.
Finally, he quickly pinched the man's earlobe.
A strange electric current passed by.
The man frowned, and his voice sank, "Song Yaoyao."
Song Yaoyao immediately became nervous, "Here!"
Anyway, after doing everything, Song Yaoyao decided that if Huo Yunque got angry and blamed her, she would—
"Do you know if you can pinch a man's ear casually? Huh?"
"Huh?" Song Yaoyao didn't expect this answer, "Why? What will happen if you pinch it?" She was curious, shaking her little feet.
Huo Yunque put her on the sofa, the little girl was small, she sank into the soft sofa, like a doll.
He rested his long arms on the armrest, arched his back slightly, and looked down at her condescendingly.
The voice was deep and magnetic, "If you pinch it, it's—forget it."
Song Yaoyao was nervous, but when the other party said such a sentence to her, Song Yaoyao became furious instantly.
"Brother! How can you do this!"
"uh-huh?"
The man occupied another single sofa by himself, took the fruit knife from the fruit plate and began to peel the apples.
Song Yaoyao opened her mouth, and was attracted by Huo Yunque's movements.
She rarely saw Huo Yunque doing such trivial things, but in fact, even when he was doing such things, he had a careless, calm and calm demeanor. This makes his movements look particularly good, because of the slightly protruding phalanx holding the fruit knife, and the slender fingers holding the apple. His palms are thin, with well-defined joints, and the whole hand looks like the most exquisite masterpiece of God.
If you take a photo and send it out, it will definitely make those manual control patients excited to a high C!
"Ka—"
Song Yaoyao quickly took a photo, and when Huo Yunque cast a probing look, she pretended to put the phone in her pocket as if nothing had happened, and patted it cutely.