Huo Yunque unbuttoned his cuffs, passed Uncle Zhang, and walked in quickly.
Under his extremely light tone, there was concern hidden.
Uncle Zhang took it for granted, he happily put away his umbrella and followed, "Actually, I didn't wait long, I was just thinking that you should be home by this time, so I waited outside for a few minutes. The snow is heavy, look It seems like a long time, but in fact it was only a short while."
The two seem to be at home.
The hall was quiet, and the huge space gave off a feeling of solitude, although it was gorgeous.
The servants have been sent off to rest.
Only this old man has been waiting for his master to come back for several years.
Huo Yunque frowned, "What's the matter?"
"It's not a big deal. Ms. Song seems to have eaten less rice than usual tonight, and she didn't make a fuss about dessert at night. She is young, smart, and a bit more thoughtful. If you have time, sir, you can go and accompany Ms. Song." Talk, let's talk. After all, in the Huo family, she is only willing to listen to you. "
Huo Yunque paused slightly as he went upstairs, then nodded calmly.
"knew."
It's just that the pace is a little faster than usual.
Uncle Zhang looked behind and smiled. He folded his hands in his sleeves and squinted happily.
The husband has a cold face and a warm heart, and the two of them often don't see each other. If he comes back so late every night, wouldn't the two of them even have the time to talk
As time goes by, I'm afraid someone with a heart will step in!
This is not allowed!
But the old man said, he only recognizes Miss Song, and he doesn't recognize the others!
Uncle Zhang has to take a good look at it!
At ten o'clock, Song Yaoyao did not sleep.
She is brushing questions.
For her, brushing the questions = bad mood.
In fact, she didn't know why she was in a bad mood, but she was a little annoyed.
What she said in the hospital during the day is indeed her sincere words, but that doesn't mean that she can really let go.
"Tuk tuk."
"Tuk tuk."
There was a rhythmic knock on the door.
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, she quickly dropped her pen and ran to open the door.
The man's black suit jacket still has dots of water stains, which are formed by melting snow. He stood outside the door with a chill in his body.
The broad chest and tall physique give people an absolute sense of security.
Song Yaoyao didn't stop for a second, and threw herself into the man's arms.
"Brother! You are back~"
The little girl's voice was extremely soft, with a slight nasal sound, and she became more and more delicate.
Something hits the heart.
Huo Yunque slightly pulled her away, "I'm cold."
"Not at all!" Song Yaoyao seemed to be suffering from skin hunger and couldn't leave him for a moment. She entangled him again and hugged the man's thin waist tightly, "It's because it's cold that we want to hug each other, so after a while It's warm~"
It's just nonsensical—
Huo Yunque smiled lowly, suddenly bent down to pick her up, and turned to go to his room.
Song Yaoyao was startled, and reached out to climb the man's shoulder, "Brother, you..."
She was blushing and her heart was pounding.
"Um?"
The man opened the door with one hand and walked in.
Song Yaoyao has been here a few times, and the furnishings here have basically not changed. The only thing that has changed is probably the book on the bedside.
She couldn't see clearly at a distance.
I just feel that the cover seems to have changed from those heavy and familiar tones to an extremely pink color.
Is she wrong
"Brother, why do you..." Hug me
She opened her mouth, embarrassed to say it.
Huo Yunque remained calm, put her on the big bed, and pulled the quilt to wrap her inside.