Because she was really tired of the Song family and didn't want to get involved with that troublesome family of three, but Song Wenchuan treated her very well.
But once there is a bond with Song Wenchuan, it is inevitable that they will socialize with Song Jingwan, Zhou Manli and Song Rui behind him.
After finishing speaking, she complained in a very low voice, "Actually, I'm not generous at all. I'm super narrow-minded, just like my brother, who can only belong to me. So I can quite understand Song Jingwan on this point."
It may also be because of what Song Wenchuan has done, it is still impossible for Song Yaoyao to compare with his elder brother in the previous life.
In his previous life, his brother only had her as a younger sister, so he naturally loved her and doted on her. Before she died, his brother hadn't found a partner yet.
He always mutters: Oh, what kind of girlfriend do you want, are we slim and beautiful? What if the sister-in-law I found for you treats you badly? Forget it, brother, you have a heart, it’s not enough to love us, how can you find the time to love other women—
Every time at this time, Dad would chase him and beat him while laughing and scolding.
In fact, the whole family knew that Song Yaoyao would not live long.
Doctors said she would not live to be an adult. But Song Yaoyao still survived strong, and just when her parents and elder brother saw hope, she died at the age of nineteen when the flowers were blooming.
"that's it?"
Quietly listening to the little girl's chanting, Huo Yunque threw Song Yaoyao on the bed domineeringly, pulled up the quilt and covered her again, "Sleep after finishing talking."
"Eh?"
Song Yaoyao blinked her big eyes, and asked in a daze, "Brother, why don't you say anything?"
For example, her possessiveness, her little temper.
As soon as the words were finished, the man turned her head away. She slammed into the man's beautiful phoenix eyes, and was stunned.
Huo Yunque asked: "Look, what's in my eyes?"
Song Yaoyao stared carefully, searched for a long time, then shook her head blankly, "There is nothing..."
"No, yes, you can take a look."
Huo Yunque moved closer, his eyelashes were very long, and his pupils under the light had a glassy texture.
Song Yaoyao was about to cry, she thought Huo Yunque had something dirty in his eyes, she searched and searched, searched and searched, but there was nothing—
At this moment, Huo Yunque helplessly shook his head and laughed.
"Silly girl," he patted her head with his big palm and sighed softly, "I have you in my eyes."
Song Yaoyao was stunned, and raised her eyes again to see—
Sure enough, the most obvious and clear reflection in those eyes is her face, isn't it
"What do you care about other people? If you feel reluctant, then try to get along. If you feel bored, then completely disconnect. Forgot the role of Huo Jiu by your side? Where did the aura of choking someone's neck go? Huh?"
A man's voice, no matter when it is, has a magical effect of calming people's hearts.
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes, her nose was sore.
"There's nothing to worry about. He's not your only one, but I am. Song Yaoyao, you can't be too greedy—"
Finally, Huo Yunque teased with a half-smile.
What responded to him was a warm hug from the little girl.
as well as-
An extremely sweet kiss.
Hmm, maybe a little salty
In the end, the little girl fell asleep beside him, and Huo Yunque got out of bed lightly.
The door opened, and sure enough, Uncle Zhang was standing outside the door.
A look of helplessness flashed across Huo Yunque's eyes.
He asked softly, "Are you still asleep?"
Uncle Zhang saw that although his clothes were a bit messy, they were still tidy, so he nodded cheerfully and said, "Go, let's go!"