"Oh! She's so tough! Dare to love and hate, awesome!"
Hearing that her friend was being praised, Song Yaoyao and You Rong Yan rolled their eyes happily.
She moved quietly and leaned closer to Huo Yunque.
Just as I wanted to show off, I felt kicked by the person behind me on the back of the chair I was sitting on.
Song Yaoyao frowned and turned her head.
In the dark, the other party's face could not be seen clearly, only from the outline and figure, it was probably a man. She pursed her lips, and in public, she reminded in a low voice, "Don't kick my chair anymore."
"Understood." The other party nodded without sincerity, with a cold attitude.
Huo Yunque stroked the Buddhist beads on his wrist, as if he was watching the movie seriously.
Song Yaoyao turned her head and continued to watch, but within two minutes of watching, the chair was kicked again—
And more than once.
She clenched her small fists, took a deep breath, and was about to get up.
Noticing that someone was already a step ahead of her, she stood in her place, reached out and pulled the man in the back row over.
The man's face was also exposed. He was in his twenties, with dirty orange hair, which made his face look sloppy.
"You, what are you doing?!"
The young man wanted to swear at first, but when he met the man's cold eyes, he forcibly held back and shouted out of confidence.
Everyone was attracted by the movement behind and couldn't help turning their heads.
Huo Yunque's voice was very soft, "In public places, please be quiet. If you feel that you have extra legs, I can take care of them for you."
The young man was pulled by the collar, he struggled hard, and he didn't know how the man did it. It seemed that the wind was calm and calm, and he didn't use any strength, but he couldn't break free at all.
Gritting his teeth unwillingly, he said, "I didn't say anything! Besides, I didn't kick your chair. What's your relationship with her?"
Song Yaoyao blinked, then turned to look at Huo Yunque.
Everyone heard what the young man said, and already knew why the dispute arose.
When watching a movie, there will always be people who do not abide by the public order, kick the front seat, and some even put their feet on the back of the seat.
People who often watch movies will encounter such bad things more or less.
Now seeing that this person has encountered a hard stubble, it can be said to be very satisfying.
Huo Yunque lowered his eyes, his tone was very calm, and he hardly thought about it.
"My family, is this answer okay?"
"You - OK!"
The young man pulled back his collar angrily, and his scalp went numb when he was swept away by the man's cold and stern eyes.
Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the swear words back.
"I haven't apologized yet."
"What? I..." The young man looked at Song Yaoyao. The little girl had red lips and white teeth, and she was blind for some reason. Seeing this kind of pretty face like an iceberg, he took a deep breath and said unwillingly: "Sorry, sorry, okay?"
After finishing speaking, he was not in the mood to watch movies any more, and dragged his female companion away in a desperate manner.
The corners of Song Yaoyao's lips could not help but curl up high, and the dimples were deep. They sat down again, Song Yaoyao moved towards Huo Yunque, and asked softly, "Brother, am I from your family?"
A finger rested on her forehead and pushed her back.
"Public places, keep quiet."
Song Yaoyao pouted, "Oh..."
The total duration of the movie Chengfeng is one hour and forty-six minutes. When the melody of the ending song sounded, the lights in the auditorium were turned on again.
She saw a couple in the front row still kissing deeply, and was startled when the lights came on and didn't realize that the movie had ended.
The girl got into the boy's arms shyly, and the others smiled kindly or enviously.