Countless lights and shadows flew from the car window, and the car with excellent sound insulation was extremely quiet.
The little girl pursed her mouth, her thick black eyelashes trembling.
That pink and white face is like suet jade, and also like a fluffy pink and tender peach, which makes people want to try to take a bite to see if it can produce sweet juice.
When vision disappears, perception becomes extraordinarily obvious.
Song Yaoyao felt the change in the airflow, and something approached her face a little bit. She held her breath all of a sudden, thinking that he shouldn't be so ruthless, right
However—
The next moment, she froze.
The hand rested on her cheek and scraped gently. The temperature of the fingertips was slightly cooler, and the imagined pain did not come.
"Brother?" She opened her eyes blankly, with tears still shining in her eyes.
Soft and cute, easy to deceive.
The man slightly bent his index finger to wipe off the water stains on her cheek.
As the Adam's apple rolled, a hoarse voice escaped, "I don't like bullying children."
So stop crying.
His melodious voice was as calm as ever, but it caused the starlight in Song Yaoyao's eyes to flourish, and something crashed into his eyes, bursting out endless sparks.
She raised her small face, and with the help of the weak light, her gaze crossed the ends of his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, the high bridge of his nose, and finally landed on his lightly drawn thin lips.
Hindsight realized what—
"ah!!"
There was a bang in my ear, and fireworks that represented excitement crackled and exploded, and my mind went blank.
When she realized it, she had already rushed forward quickly, her tone full of complacency.
"My brother loves me, right? Isn't that right~"
The girl's voice was soft and waxy, as if holding honey, and her whole body exuded a sweet peach scent.
Huo Yunque was so shaken that he couldn't sit still, he frowned, lowered his eyes calmly and self-sufficiently. The little girl looked like a koala, and was acting sweetly at him.
Insatiable—
"Tsk..."
He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head back slightly, "Song Yaoyao, come down."
"No no!"
In front of Huo Yunque, Song Yaoyao made a naive comparison, she shook her little head joyfully, and an imperceptible complacency and possessiveness flashed in her eyes.
"Can't you go down?" Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes.
Song Yaoyao tightened her small hands, shook her head with a smile, and rubbed her head against his broad shoulders, "No! Unless my brother promises me something~" She quietly sniffed the unique snow-like breath that belongs to men, My heart is satisfied.
In fact, Song Yaoyao had her own tricks, she had already decided that when Huo Yunque agreed to her, she would take the opportunity to ask Huo Yunque for his contact information.
The private kind!
I'm so smart! Song Yaoyao secretly snapped her fingers in her heart!
However-
In the next second, she was lifted up and placed on her lap.
This time, Song Yaoyao's back froze instantly, and she nestled in Huo Yunque's arms like a large doll.
The man took his time to appreciate the little girl's shocked face, and his lips curled up in a light voice, "I don't like people talking about terms with me, since you like it, then sit down—"
It was very quiet in the car.
Song Yaoyao blinked slowly, her back stiffened.
a long time…
"Brother, brother..."
This is not right.
What she wanted was to proceed step by step, let the other party get acquainted with her little by little.
This is so wrong! !
"Um?"
Huo Yunque nodded, serious, "Uncomfortable? Then change your posture?"
There is no fluctuation in his voice, with an elegant temperament and a calm attitude. It seemed that what I was holding in my arms was really a lifeless doll, without the slightest hint of charm.
Song Yaoyao froze in his arms, not daring to move, holding his shirt with her small hands, crying in her heart.
what to do? What the hell do we do
What if she took the initiative? Brother, why doesn't he play cards according to common sense!
Woohoo, brother, he is so scary!
I am dead.
The car drove safely all the way to the entrance of Song's villa, the gate was closed tightly, and the villa was brightly lit, but no one came out to check.
Huo Qi put down his hand to ring the doorbell and cursed: Damn, are these people deaf
"Sir?" He bent over and knocked on the car window, "There seems to be no one in the Song family."
But in this case, let's lie to ghosts. The lights inside are brightly lit, there is a high probability that they are pretending to be dead!
Huo Qi couldn't see through the glass that his family's ascetic husband was holding a little girl in his arms.
The little girl tugged on his shirt, crying with a small face, and asked tremblingly: "Brother, brother...can I come down? I'm home."
Huo Yunque calmed down, "Of course."
Song Yaoyao felt relieved, if she sat down again, she would not be able to bear it anymore.
While thinking, she let go of her little hand and prepared to slide down, but—
Soon she froze, the big hand wrapped around her slender waist, motionless.
Song Yaoyao: "... Brother."
Her little face was dripping with blood, and her eyes were glistening.
Huo Yunque's thin lips slowly tugged, trying to smile, "Huh? Why don't you go down?"
Song Yaoyao stared at his deep eyes twice, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole to get in, her eyes flickered, and she reminded softly, "Brother, your hand..." is still on my waist.
"oh."
Huo Yunque didn't even lift his eyelids, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, answered his lips, and his body remained motionless.
Huo Qi waited outside for a long time, and rang the doorbell several times, but no one came to open the door.
It's only seven o'clock in the evening, and it's time for dinner, so he doesn't believe that there is no one in the Song family.
But now, the neglect of Song Yaoyao is real.
He frowned, his eyes turned cold.
Although I have heard it all the time, I know that the Song family is eccentric, but this eccentricity is too much, right? But when you come back a little later, you won't even be allowed to enter the door
Song Jingwan was sitting at the dining table having dinner, her eyes flickered when she heard the sound of the car, she bit her chopsticks and asked, "Is Yaoyao back?"
Song Wenchuan was about to stand up when he heard the words.
"Boom!"
With a sullen face, Song Rui slammed the table, "Sit down and eat! You can't go home after school, so go out and play like crazy! Let her stay outside and reflect on herself!"
Zhou Manli didn't raise her head, her tone was cold, "If you don't teach her a lesson, she will forget her last name."
Song Wenchuan frowned, "It's cold outside."
"I can't freeze her to death!"
Zhou Manli took a sip of the soup, and there was no concern on her face, "Anyone who dares to go out to pick her up, just stand outside with her!"
Song Jingwan bit her lip, tugged at Song Wenchuan's sleeve, and whispered, "Brother, don't make your parents angry, I'll see you later..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Wenchuan had already stood up and strode towards the door.
"A Chuan! Stop for me!"
"Brat!"
Song Jingwan lowered her eyes, looked at her hand that was thrown away, and smiled slowly.
Sure enough, as long as Song Yaoyao is still alive, brother's love will be divided into two parts.
She didn't want to share it with that hapless ghost!
The door was opened, and Song Wenchuan, who was wearing a plush sweater, came out.
"Where's Yaoyao?"