She sniffed without looking up.
Song Yaoyao grabbed handfuls of snow and piled it on the initial prototype, but the effect was minimal.
She frowned in distress, thinking about which step she had a problem with.
From the Internet, it is always very easy for others to make snowmen, and there are some very powerful masters who can make snowmen out of tricks.
She doesn't expect to have a lifelike brother, at least—
Q version of the head office, right
Huo Ningxi didn't expect him to be ignored so thoroughly. He was sullen in his heart, but when he saw Song Yaoyao's stupid look, he was angry and funny, "Song Yaoyao, are you stupid?"
How could he have forgotten that this person has always done his own way, expecting her to understand something is tantamount to fantasy.
never mind.
Just ignore it.
He walked over, squatted beside Song Yaoyao, stretched out his hand and pushed the little snow ball in front of Song Yaoyao, and pushed it to the ground.
"You want to do this, have you ever heard of snowballing? It looks very clever, why - damn it!"
The snowball exploded directly on Huo Ningxi's head.
In the snowflakes splashing everywhere, Huo Ningxi saw the little girl's tense face and a pair of dark pupils through patches of white.
was watching him silently.
Huo Ningxi thought it was bad, but unfortunately it was too late.
In the next second, he was stepped directly into the snow.
"I thought about it, and I think it's very necessary to spend some energy to beat you—"
Because, he owes too much!
"Well… "
Huo Ningxi struggled twice, then lay down on the snow and did not move.
He worked as a clerk in a branch company under the Huo Group, and he was not wearing thick clothes. The cold snow soaked into his clothes, which made him shiver.
But he grinned silently and smiled.
The little girl's voice was soft and soft, obviously without any deterrent power, which was in stark contrast to her domineering and violent behavior.
"If you want to play in the snow, stay away from me. No matter what you want to do, I don't have time to play with you. If you are really bored, you can go to Song Jingwan."
Song Yaoyao kicked him, picked up her small bucket and small shovel from the ground, and walked away with them.
The surrounding light was hazy, and the high-hanging lamps seemed to be wrapped in a halo of light in the snowy night.
Huo Ningxi was paralyzed in the snow, without even the strength to move.
The snow fell into his eyes, and it was cold. He blinked, gritted his teeth and complained, "Stinky girl, you really know how to stab a knife in people's hearts."
Also poke a mark.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
Uncle Zhang calculated the time, and it had already been half an hour. He was thinking whether to call Song Yaoyao back, when he saw a man in home clothes slowly walking upstairs.
Dark gray sweater and black trousers, because he was dealing with business just now, and he was wearing glasses on the bridge of his nose.
On a night like this, she looked even more refined and noble.
"What about her? Didn't come back?"
Huo Yunque took off his glasses, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and looked at the snow outside with a pair of deep eyes.
In just half an hour, the yard was covered with a layer of white snow again.
Under the light, it exudes a crystal luster, like fine gravel.
"I'm back early," Uncle Zhang smiled. "As soon as Miss Song got out of school, she excitedly carried a small bucket and said that she was going to make a snowman. I was thinking of calling her."
Huo Yunque turned around and frowned slightly.
"Make a snowman?"
He chuckled, "How long have you been out?"
I don't know what kind of weird thoughts are in that little girl's head all day long.