"I..." Song Yaoyao opened her mouth, talking nonsense solemnly, "I didn't blush, brother, you must have read it wrong!"
She half-knelt beside Huo Yunque, with her small hands wrapped around his arm.
Mingming's face was flushed, as if she had secretly rubbed on a few catties of blush.
The setting sun reflected in through the half-open car window, with a beautiful and charming color, which made the man cold and hard, and the overly sharp facial lines softened. When he looked at the little girl beside him, there was something called tenderness in his eyes.
"Well, well, I was wrong."
The man suppressed a smile and nodded calmly.
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and raised her eyes slightly. From her perspective, she could only see the man's clear and well-defined side face, half of which was soaked in the sunlight. The line of the jaw was beautiful, and the turtleneck sweater covered her favorite part.
The car drives away.
Song Yaoyao suddenly said: "Brother, I have to go to a place first!"
"What a coincidence," Huo Yunque glanced sideways, with a smile floating in his eyes, "I'm going to a place too."
"Huh? Then—"
Song Yaoyao blinked, "I'll go with my brother first."
Song Yaoyao didn't come back to her senses until she was sitting in front of the dressing table and looking at the well-designed room.
"Brother, why are we here?"
The man had already taken off his coat when he came in. At this time, the sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to his elbows, and he leaned on the sofa with his forehead propped up to read a magazine. The expression is lazy, and the temperament is loose and elegant.
Song Yaoyao looked at the man unscrupulously through the mirror.
"There's a party."
"Eh?"
Such a coincidence
Song Yaoyao was stunned, brother was going to attend, wouldn't it be Tong Tong and Xiao Ye's birthday party
The last time she was at Song's house, she vaguely heard Tongtong's mother calling Huo Qi's name, and she seemed to know her.
The bangs on her forehead were caught by clips, and the makeup artist was pinching her chin and squinting her eyes.
The shoulders sank, and the big palm bones on her shoulders were well-proportioned, slender and clean.
The man leaned over slightly, and the clear and pleasant smell of cedar wrapped Song Yaoyao in it. He casually raised his hand to block the make-up artist's hand pinching Song Yaoyao's chin.
"Just do it simply, children don't need to be too troublesome."
He narrowed his eyes and ordered lightly.
"cough-"
Louis looked at his blocked hand speechlessly, although he felt that the girl was indeed stunning and beautiful. But he was just looking at her from a professional perspective.
Why did this legendary cold-faced and cold-hearted Mr. Huo act as if he was taking advantage
But these complaints, in front of someone, he absolutely dare not speak out.
Louis nodded, "Indeed, this young lady is beautiful and her skin is in good condition, so she doesn't need much modification. Then let's just give her a primer and a simple light makeup, do you think it's okay?"
He cautiously looked to the side. The man lowered his eyes and played with a strand of hair with his fingertips.
Song Yaoyao blinked, at this moment, should she say something
"Brother..." Song Yaoyao weakly raised her little hand, "I want to be prettier tonight..."
She's going on a date with her brother!
Huo Yunque's big palm landed on her head and patted her.
"enough."
With two short words, Song Yaoyao opened her mouth, and it took her a long time to realize that Huo Yunque was answering that she was already pretty enough.
Song Yaoyao blushed, her bright eyes shining brightly.
She grabbed the corner of her clothes and said, "But, girls want to be more beautiful~"
Huo Yunque naturally doesn't understand how paranoid girls are in this regard.