But sometimes he speaks sternly, like a little adult. Occasionally, he makes mistakes again, just like a child.
Uncle Zhang said awkwardly, "No... I counted, and I guess it will be more than half an hour."
Huo Yunque's face darkened instantly, and he reprimanded in a low voice, "Nonsense!"
For a person who is so afraid of pain, she plays like crazy outside in the cold weather, and she really suffers in the end when she catches a cold.
"Yes, yes," Uncle Zhang heard that Huo Yunque was angry, and he nodded repeatedly, "It's because I didn't like Miss Song."
"It has nothing to do with you. Who can watch her get excited?"
Especially Uncle Zhang who treats Song Yaoyao like a child, he will give her whatever she wants, if Huo Yunque hadn't ordered repeatedly not to give Song Yaoyao too many sweets, Song Yaoyao might have been fed a mouthful of tooth decay by him.
"I gonna go see."
He put down his glasses and walked out.
Uncle Zhang was startled, and hurriedly chased him out with his coat, "Sir! Coat! Put on the coat!"
Huo Yunque took it and put it on his shoulders casually, "Don't follow."
"Why-"
Uncle Zhang sighed and persuaded, "Sir, Ms. Song is delicate, you are older, please let her go, don't be harsh on her!"
He watched the figure walk away and shook his head. When the wind blew, he was so cold that his bones ached. Uncle Zhang shrank his hands into his sleeves and was about to go back.
Glancing from the corner of the eye, he was suddenly stunned.
The car was already covered with a thick layer of snow, so it might be some time since I came back.
"Here... come here! Where's the young master? He's back?"
He had been downstairs just now, and he didn't hear the sound of going upstairs.
Uncle Zhang rubbed his frozen face and called a servant over.
"This... Uncle Zhang, the eldest son didn't come in at all when he came back, he went directly to the small garden."
"small garden?!"
Uncle Zhang lost his voice, stomped his feet angrily, tiptoed and couldn't see Huo Yunque's figure, "What's all this?!"
At the beginning, I didn't like Ms. Song, and I felt bored even looking at her more.
Now that Ms. Song doesn't like it anymore, the young master is thinking about it instead.
But the problem is—
Confronting Mr., how could he have a chance of winning
Song Yaoyao was so tired that Huo Ningxi's words woke her up. She rolled out a big chubby snowball on the ground, and rolled a smaller one as a head.
When Huo Yunque came, he could see the little girl squatting in front of a huge snowman from a distance, not knowing what she was doing.
His thin lips raised a slight arc, but when his eyes fell on her side, the smile in his eyes faded away.
The deep eyes became dim and unclear.
"Huo Ningxi?"
His tone was lazy and he seemed careless, but there was only a little interest in his voice.
Huo Ningxi squatted next to Song Yaoyao, and just about to poke the snowman, Song Yaoyao beat him down mercilessly.
She glanced at him vigilantly, "Don't touch my snowman!"
"Tut—"
Huo Ningxi pursed his lips, watching Song Yaoyao picking at the snowman's facial features, the more he picked, the uglier he was, he vaguely saw that it was a human figure, he asked: "Song Yaoyao, who are you stacking?"
"It's not you anyway." Song Yaoyao replied without turning her head.
"Hey - I don't want it to be me either! Such an ugly snowman -" Huo Ningxi was disgusted.
Song Yaoyao shrugged indifferently, and after finally doing it well, she took off the scarf around her neck and wrapped it around the snowman's neck with a smile.
"Don't worry, I won't be sentimental."
"you… "
Huo Ningxi was angry, "It's better like this!"