Violent tendencies? This point is not wrong.
Seeing that Huo Ningxi's expression was still ugly, Song Jingwan became anxious, grabbed Huo Ningxi's wrist, and said aggrievedly: "I am also afraid that if I let her go on like this, she will go on the path of crime. Ning Xi, others don't understand me, don't you still Do you understand me? I really just care about you!"
There was water in her eyes, and her pretty face was full of grievances.
Huo Ningxi was feeling irritable at this moment, seeing her like this, it was hard to get angry. I could only suppress my temper, and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, you go back first, it will be dark soon, and I have to go to the hospital to see grandpa, so I will leave first."
After that, he stretched out his hand to hail a taxi by the side of the road, got in the taxi and left without looking back.
Song Jingwan was left alone, standing alone, her lips almost bleeding from biting.
In the car, Song Yaoyao bit the straw and secretly looked at the man beside him.
He seems to be very busy, he has been looking at documents and various reports since he sat down. The windows blocked most of the light, and the street lights on both sides of the road were already on. The flickering light and shadow fell on his clear side face, the eyelids were long and thin, casting an arc on the lower eyelid.
He changed his shirt and trousers today, except for the string of Buddhist beads still wrapped around his wrist, it is almost impossible to connect with the way he was at the resort.
The noble and elegant temperament makes people unable to move their eyes away.
Song Yaoyao pursed her mouth for fun, seeing that Huo Yunque didn't notice her, she became more courageous.
Move a little, move a little, move closer and closer—
Huo Yunque took off his glasses, and said in a calm voice, "Sit back."
The little girl made an inch of it, almost sticking to his arm.
Song Yaoyao pouted, sullenly, "Oh..."
He pinched his eyebrows and ordered, "Send her back first, and then go to the hospital."
Huo Qi sat at the front and nodded slightly, "Okay sir." He looked at Song Yaoyao through the rearview mirror, "Miss Song, where do you live? We will take you back first."
Song Yaoyao suddenly groaned, pretending not to hear Huo Qi's words, and threw her head at Huo Yunque.
"Brother, I have a headache~ eh—?"
She thought she would plunge into Huo Yunque's arms, but she didn't expect the man to casually raise his hand, blocking her little head.
By the way, Song Yaoyao's plan was blocked back.
Leaving Song Yaoyao thumping twice, tearing off his big hand in grief and anger, "Brother! I have a headache!"
Song Yaoyao held his hand and repeated in a raised voice.
"Huh? Really?"
The man's thin eyelids drooped, and he looked at the little girl who was snuggling beside him, who looked like a milk cat, a very small one. His face was calm, and it was impossible for people to see his expression in the darkness, but it gave people a strong sense of oppression for no reason.
Song Yaoyao shrank her neck and lowered her voice little by little.
"Yeah, it hurts a little bit." She said softly and softly, "Elder brother doesn't even know how to feel sorry for others, he just knows how to scare children!"
"Heh..." Huo Yunque wanted to smile, "other people's children are not so clingy."
Not that violent either.
I don't even bother to pretend, and I am very good at playing face-changing tricks.
Sticky, like maltose. In just a few words, she has already posted it cheekily.
"Then other people's children are not as beautiful as me!" Song Yaoyao groaned, she just drank milk tea, and her whole body smelled sweet.
Huo Yunque squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "Song Yaoyao."
"Well, I'm here~"
His gaze fell through the lens and fell back on her small face, dazzling white in the dimness.
"You have a thick skin."