Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, and looked at Song Yaoyao silently, not understanding why her eyes suddenly became different.
Receiving Huo Yunque's silent inquiry, Song Yaoyao turned her head 'whoosh', looked at her nose with her eyes, looked at her heart with her nose, and sat upright.
Pretend nothing happened.
No, you can't be discovered by your brother, he is treated like a dog.
Huo Yunque frowned, and the momentum around him suddenly sank.
Song Yaoyao quietly replied to Tang Xinrou while covering her phone.
A Yaoyao replied Rourou: It's my brother!
Rourou replied to you: Biological
A Yaoyao replied Rourou: No, [shy] is Brother Qing.
Rourou replied to you:! ! ! Song Yaoyao, what the hell are you talking about? love brother? Fuck! Fuck! ! You are awesome!
Her little cutie is a bit cruel!
After replying, Song Yaoyao rubbed her arms, feeling a little cold belatedly.
She blinked suspiciously, and Nuo Nuo asked: "Huo Qi, is the air conditioner turned on in the car? It's so cold."
Huo Qi silently pressed the button to raise the partition between the front seat and the rear seat.
Miss Song, can you be more dull
Later, let’s cosplay Frozen together and make ice sculptures!
Song Yaoyao scratched her head, "Brother..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the man hidden in the darkness, his eyes slightly closed, and his face exuded a coldness.
She tugged on his sleeve cautiously, "Brother, are you unhappy?"
silent.
Song Yaoyao: "Brother? What's the matter with you? Did I make you angry?"
After the words fell, the man's eyes dimmed, and he gave her a faint glance.
Song Yaoyao was taken aback, she was innocent and at a loss, pouted, "If I make you angry, brother, just tell me, if you don't tell me, how would I know!" She groaned and whispered, "And brother is angry If my body is broken, I will feel bad."
Her eyes were flickering, and her bulging cheeks were soft.
Huo Yunque's thin lips were slightly pursed, and before Song Yaoyao could react, he suddenly reached out and pinched her face.
"Well!"
Song Yaoyao's face hurt, and tears fell out of her eyes.
"Ugh, it hurts!"
She held him with her small hand without struggling, and the big teardrops fell on the back of his hand, scalding frighteningly.
Huo Yunque withdrew his hand suddenly, the back of his hand was burning, as if splashed with hot oil.
Seeing the little girl crying, he frowned, and a trace of distress gradually appeared between his brows. Did he really work hard just now? In fact, he himself was surprised to make such an action.
Just wanted to do it and did it.
However, the little girl is too delicate.
"Don't cry." He sullenly frowned.
He had no experience in coaxing people, let alone girls, so he was silent for a while, and finally choked out these few words abruptly.
"Woo!"
Song Yaoyao covered her mouth all of a sudden, dropped the beans, and her voice was soft and crying, "Brother, if you are unhappy, I can pinch you twice. Don't be angry, okay?"
After finishing speaking, she turned her small face forward, her almond eyes were closed tightly, her wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and she had an attitude of letting the king ravage her.
Huo Yunque couldn't laugh or cry, he silently twirled his fingertips, which seemed to still have the delicate touch of the little girl's skin.
"Then I really pinched?" He raised his eyebrows and asked in a hoarse voice.
Song Yaoyao flicked her eyelashes twice quickly, and muffled "Hmm", "Then be gentle, I'm afraid of pain~"
She hooked his sleeve with her little finger, she was obviously very delicate and afraid of pain, but she still chose to make him happy.