"Brother is good or bad!" Song Yaoyao pouted and looked in the mirror. The flowers on her forehead had been wiped off, leaving only a faint blush, "I don't like my brother anymore!"
"Really?" Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows.
"Fake."
Song Yaoyao pursed her mouth, she is so worthless!
"But I really like it!"
"Why didn't you go dancing?"
She practices hard every day, and she puts in many times more effort than others without foundation. Huo Yunque sees all these, he likes such a vigorous little girl who is moving towards her goal every day.
But today, his little girl failed to perform on stage.
So many days of hard work are all for naught—
Song Yaoyao lay in Huo Yunque's arms, like a koala, "The skirt is broken," she said sullenly.
Of course she also wants to dance, with everyone.
Song Yaoyao likes it both in class and in group activities with classmates. Because she has never experienced it in her previous life, and she likes this kind of life.
"I was careless. I clearly know that someone hates me."
Huo Yunque's eyelashes drooped, he gently combed the little girl's long hair with his fingers, and curled his lips, "Then, my dear Miss Song, do you need Mr. Huo's help?"
His voice was melodious and low, with a hint of a smile.
Only in his eyes, there was a flash of icy chill.
"don't want!"
Song Yaoyao refused straight away, she took out a button-shaped thing from her pocket, and waved it in front of Huo Yunque's eyes.
Her clear and clear eyes were filled with pride, like a little fox showing off her might, "I have this!"
Huo Yunque took a look and couldn't help but smile.
"Micro camera? Who do you want?"
"Huo Jiu!"
Song Yaoyao chuckled, put the camera in her pocket, and hugged the man's waist coquettishly, "I can solve such small things by myself~"
Huo Yunque has no intention of raising the little girl into a person who knows nothing, he has his own set of love values.
The little girl can do whatever she wants, as long as her own personal safety is not threatened, Huo Yunque will basically not make a move.
Anyway, even if she broke the sky, Huo Yunque is capable of making it up for her.
He leaned against the cabinet, letting the little girl lie in his arms and act like a spoiled child with a sense of indulgence.
"Song Yaoyao."
"Um?"
Song Yaoyao raised her little head, blinked her eyes, "What's the matter~"
"Show me the dance—"
The man looked at her quietly, and there was an emotion Song Yaoyao couldn't understand in those deep eyes.
Silently hot.
"I..." Song Yaoyao blushed, "I can't dance well."
Especially in front of this person, speaking of it, he is still half of his teacher.
The singing outside stopped, and there was faint applause.
Huo Yunque took out the coat and put it on for her, like dressing a doll, and then walked out holding her wrist.
The man is tall and tall, with excellent proportions.
His pleasant voice descended from top to bottom, "Song Yaoyao, do you understand what is reciprocity?"
Huo Yunque's words brought Song Yaoyao back to that night.
The tight drumbeat, the cool and ascetic man with his shirt slightly open, dances with the music. Every inch of muscle line is perfect and just right, sexy and powerful.
Song Yaoyao's throat dried up, she licked her lips, "Then brother promise to dance for me again?"
Song Yaoyao swears that this time she will definitely prepare her mobile phone in advance and record her brother dancing! Then hide under the covers and watch secretly!