"this-"
When Wei Yuanfan was asked, he pushed his glasses, "Mr. Song suspects that you have developed a different personality because of the sequelae of the operation?"
He originally asked in a half-joking tone, but when he looked at Song Wenchuan, he realized that his eyes were extremely serious.
"Are you serious? Mr. Song, with all due respect, this is rare in the history of medicine. In fact, I am more inclined to the phenomenon caused by memory disorder when you just woke up..."
Of course Song Wenchuan knew how funny it was for him to ask this question, he nodded, "Probably I'm really overthinking it."
The sky outside the window quickly darkened.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with a layer of mist, and when viewed from the top floor, the bustling night scene of the city seemed hazy.
Song Yaoyao lost control of her emotions today, even if she stopped crying, her eyes were red and swollen like a rabbit.
Huo Yunque occasionally put down the document and looked up, seeing the little girl who was serious about her homework, she couldn't suppress her smile.
Hearing the laughter, Song Yaoyao pouted, tapped the pen angrily, and stopped writing.
"Brother! You are laughing at me again!"
Huo Yunque restrained his smile and waved to her.
A few buttons on the neckline of the man's shirt were undone, revealing his sexy Adam's apple and collarbone.
As soon as he waved, Song Yaoyao, who was bewildered by her beauty, had already rushed over.
With a big hand, the man grabbed the little girl's waist and stuffed her into his arms.
"No joke."
Song Yaoyao snorted, leaning her back against Huo Yunque's broad chest, and muttered, "Brother, why don't you ask me why I'm crying? And why did he suddenly come to you..."
"Everyone has secrets, and maintaining a moderate distance and space will make each other get along better."
It's not about everything, you have to break the casserole and ask the end.
Huo Yunque played with her hair and said in a low voice.
Song Yaoyao wrinkled her nose, "My brother always speaks so profoundly, but I still want to know, what did my brother tell you?"
She tilted her head up, her eyes were red like a bunny.
The angle was pierced by the lamp, and it hurt a little. She couldn't help but raised her hand and wanted to rub it.
"Don't touch it randomly," Huo Yunque held her slender wrist, his eyes flashed in thought, and he pursed his lips, "I really want to know?"
He carried her to the lounge, where there was a bathroom.
Song Yaoyao nodded.
Huo Yunque wiped her eyes with a wet veil, and whispered into her ear: "He said, I'm too old to be worthy of you, so I'd better stay away from you."
"how come!"
Song Yaoyao puffed her cheeks, and pulled Huo Yunque's cuff nervously, "Then... then you didn't promise him, did you?"
Song Yaoyao was pitiful, thinking of her own brother's temperament, these words really seemed like what he would say.
The eyes of the two met in the mirror, and the little girl was extremely nervous, for fear of getting an affirmative answer from Huo Yunque.
But seeing the man roll his Adam's apple, he laughed hoarsely.
Rubbing her black hair with big hands, he picked her up and walked out, "I lied to you."
Song Yaoyao stared, "Brother, you are too much!!!"
Angrily, she pinched the soft flesh around his waist, of course - she was not willing to use a heavy hand.
"So brother, what did he tell you?"
Huo Yunque smiled and said nothing, until he put her on the bed, then suddenly asked: "Would you like a piece of strawberry cake?"
Song Yaoyao nodded immediately, and said crisply: "Yes!"
The subject is easily shifted.
As for Song Wenchuan, at that time he said: Our family is spoiled, has a bad temper, is squeamish and loves to cry, and is particularly domineering. If she really likes someone, it will be a matter of a lifetime. I think Mr. is very similar to our family in this respect.
Then, please bear with me in the future.