His voice was peaceful, and there was a tenderness and tolerance in his eyes that only appeared when facing Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao didn't move, ignored Huo Yunque for the first time, and stared at Song Wenchuan blankly.
"What's wrong? I don't know you anymore?"
Song Wenchuan smiled lowly. He turned his head and asked Huo Yunque, "Mr. Huo, can you borrow the office? Don't worry, I won't touch anything in your office. Or - I can also take her out."
Only then did Song Yaoyao come back to her senses, but she was still a little dazed.
She blinked and looked at Huo Yunque.
Huo Yunque was straightforward, he got up, dropped the chess pieces, walked in front of Song Yaoyao, and stood still.
The slightly calloused fingertips wiped the tears off her cheeks, helplessly, "Why are you crying again? You are so delicate." He patted her on the head, and told her like an elder, "Calm down, huh?"
Song Yaoyao was apprehensive, looking at Song Wenchuan timidly, feeling flustered for the first time.
She wanted to get close to Song Wenchuan, but she was a little afraid.
But Song Wenchuan didn't know why, as if he hadn't seen her in a few lifetimes, his expression was focused, and the doting eyes made Song Yaoyao want to rush into his arms and cry.
The corner of the clothes was grabbed, Huo Yunque laughed.
The thin lips hooked slightly, "Be good, I'll wait for you outside."
He pinched the little girl's white hand so hard, pulled her away, and walked out of the office quickly.
The door closed quickly.
The office was quiet, only Song Yaoyao and Song Wenchuan were left.
Displeasure flashed across Song Wenchuan's eyes, he sighed, and opened his arms towards Song Yaoyao.
The tone is natural, intimate and familiar.
Where is the apathy in the hospital
"Why do you still cry so much? Come here, let brother hug—"
Song Yaoyao's eyes were sour, she was extremely flustered, she burst into tears with a 'wow', rushed into Song Wenchuan's arms and hugged his waist tightly, choked with sobs and asked in despair, "Why are you here too!"
Such a familiar temperament, and the look in her eyes.
And when he is bored, he likes to silently play his favorite tunes with his fingers, which is very familiar to Song Yaoyao.
Apart from her own brother, there is no one else!
Song Yaoyao was out of breath from crying, the man leaned back in the chair with a smile, his handsome and thin palms were full of needles, he fondly combed her soft long hair with his fingers.
as usual.
"Hey, I cry so much, how can I feel at ease?" Song Wenchuan teased with a smile, "So, I'm sleeping well at home, so I was summoned by some crybaby?"
"you-"
Song Yaoyao had tears in her eyes, "Really? Just sleeping?"
"Otherwise?" Song Wenchuan raised his eyebrows, "Silly girl, what are you thinking about? If your brother and I die, what will my parents do? But you, where is this? The dream world? Or—"
"have no idea."
Song Yaoyao wiped away her tears, and the red mole on her wrist became brighter after being washed away by tears.
She pursed her lips, "Here I am when I wake up, you may not believe me if I tell you, I may be living in a book..."
Song Yaoyao was sobbing, and Song Wenchuan's heart ached from crying.
He stroked Song Yaoyao's black hair, embraced her and sighed in satisfaction, "Master really didn't lie to me, our little baby is still alive and well..."
"Master? Master Mingxin?"
Song Wenchuan just smiled and said nothing, he squinted his eyes, his eyes became more and more lax, but he still persisted.
The hand stroking Song Yaoyao's long hair became more and more dull, of course he would not tell Song Yaoyao.
For that illusory possibility, the home has almost been tossed into a large altar.
"elder brother?"
The hand dropped suddenly, and his shoulders sank.