Huo Yunque squeezed the space between his eyebrows, walked inside, and replied casually, "I picked it up on the road."
As soon as he walked away, Song Yaoyao who was hiding behind him had nowhere to hide.
Compared with Huo Yunque, Mr. Huo's personality is obviously much more cordial. He smiled and waved at Song Yaoyao, and said kindly, "Come on, little girl, what's your name?"
He asked curiously, and glanced at his cold-faced son with a half-smile.
Mr. Huo doesn't think his son is so warm-hearted, let alone pick up a little girl and bring it back, even if someone dies under his nose, he won't take a look.
"Grandpa, my name is Song Yaoyao! Slender Yao~"
Song Yaoyao dragged the strap of her schoolbag and moved over in small steps, squatting beside him obediently and smiling.
"Song Yaoyao? My fair lady? A good name, a good name!" Mr. Huo laughed loudly, and suddenly his expression froze while smiling, and he recalled, "Wait a minute—Song? Are you from Song Rui's family?"
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and nodded, "Well, yes."
She didn't call her father, and Mr. Huo didn't notice her resistance to the Song family couple.
He just frowned slightly, but soon laughed again, as if nothing had happened.
"I remember that the Song family came from a pair of twin sisters. Are you a sister or a sister?" Mr. Huo looked at Song Yaoyao. The little girl had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her skin was white and translucent, so cute.
"It's sister, grandpa."
Song Yaoyao answered obediently.
Mr. Huo found that when she spoke, he would look at each other intently and listen carefully. A pair of black pupils were clean and clear, and there was no dodge under his probing gaze.
"Ouch, so cute!"
Mr. Huo was smiling, and his affection for Song Yaoyao skyrocketed.
Almost forgot the existence of Huo Yunque, pulled Song Yaoyao to pick up her game console and asked, "Little girl, have you played this game? There are many games in it, which were brought to me by Ning Xi last time. It's really fun." .”
"No, I only saw that my brother played before."
Song Yaoyao also became interested. She seldom touched games, and every time she played games, she was abused. As time passed, she stopped playing when she got angry.
So, the old and the young found a common topic, and looked at the red game console in their hands together with their heads together.
It contains some old small games, covering domestic and foreign handheld games.
Now they are playing a plane war game, and they have to control their plane to break through the barrier all the way to see who can fly farther.
"Hey, hurry up and fire! The plane is about to hit it!"
[Failed to break through the level!]
"oops… "
Song Yaoyao pouted, holding the game console and staring bitterly at the frozen game screen on the screen. Her plane was shot down.
"Why failed again... This game is too difficult to play!!"
This little game looks simple, but it is actually very addictive, especially for a little girl like Song Yaoyao who hasn't played many games.
Moaning, she looked unwillingly at Huo Yunque who was quietly sitting by the window processing documents.
The other party and her seemed to be separated, forming two worlds.
"Haha! Do you know how good I am now?" Mr. Huo was complacent, took the game console and pointed to the score on it, "My score is hard to surpass!"
Listening to his showing off, Song Yaoyao became even more sad.
She pursed her mouth and turned her head, "Brother, can you play airplane wars?"