So what about those naive little boys who are sweet-talking and flattering? Yi Ting suddenly realized that it was in front of Huo Yunque.
Those little tricks all seemed vulgar.
Tongtong and Xiaoye's birthdays were not as grand as Song Yaoyao imagined, but a simple family banquet. Even the meals were prepared by Yi Ting and Lin Shuang together.
This villa is not very big, and it exudes a warm atmosphere inside and out.
She gave the prepared gifts to Tongtong and Xiaoye respectively, and said to them with a smile, "Happy birthday."
In addition, there was a small bag of chocolates that Song Yaoyao secretly gave to Tongtong.
"Here, I promise to pay you back next time, remember to hide it~"
The two little girls looked at each other, covering their mouths and snickering.
Laughing, a large shadow cast over his head, covering the light.
The two raised their heads in unison, blinking the same big eyes, and Tong Tong became obedient in an instant, "Hello, Uncle Huo~"
The man lowered his eyes, glanced across her face, and finally landed on Song Yaoyao, and said a low "hmm".
He stretched out his palm towards Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao held it, seeing that Tong Tong and Xiao Ye had already run away in fright.
"Well-"
The man pulled hard and pulled her into his arms.
Song Yaoyao rubbed her sore nose, her eyes filled with mist, and she asked softly, "Brother, are you drunk?"
Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes, the man smelled of alcohol had a special smell on him.
There was a layer of water on the thin lips, "No."
"Eh? Is that so?" Song Yaoyao was suspicious, "But brother looks weird~"
Just as she was talking, the man suddenly grabbed her slender wrist and walked out the door.
The cold snowflakes hit her face, and Song Yaoyao shivered from the cold. But she was so excited that she wanted to scream, "Brother, come on—huh?"
With his fingers on her lips, the man shook his head.
"Low key."
The coat covered her shoulders, and the scarf covered half of her small face.
Song Yaoyao was still excited, she stretched her arms and put on her coat, and said in a low voice, "Brother, it's snowing!"
"Um."
The man's thin lips were slightly drawn, his black coat was hanging on his arms, holding the little girl's wrist, and strode into the snow.
This year's early snow fell heavily, and the ground was covered with a layer of white at some point.
Song Yaoyao turned her head, everyone was doing their own thing, the light from the window was orange-toned, and it looked extra warm in the long winter night.
No one noticed them sneaking away.
The dimples on Song Yaoyao's cheeks sank, and she trotted to keep up with the man's pace, "Brother, don't we need to say hello to them before leaving?"
Is it not good to go straight like this
"unnecessary."
When the two left the yard, Huo Yunque opened the door for Song Yaoyao, and suddenly lowered his head when she entered.
Song Yaoyao's breathing was stagnant, and she almost thought that her brother was going to kiss her.
The distance between the two is only about one centimeter, as long as one of them takes the initiative, they can touch the thin lips they dream of—
Whether or not, it also smells like a man.
The heartbeat was so fast that Song Yaoyao could even hear their powerful beating, echoing in her ears.
Her mind went blank, smelling the cedar scent of the man mixed with a light aroma of wine, Song Yaoyao felt that she seemed to be drunk too.
"Brother..." she murmured softly, pinching the hem of her skirt nervously.
But at this moment, the man withdrew abruptly.
Before she could feel lost, she heard the man's deep and gentle voice.
"Now, go to our Christmas."