Song Yaoyao was shocked, as if she had been discovered.
I don't know why, but she obviously didn't regard Song Wenchuan as her brother. But upon hearing his voice, Song Yaoyao immediately panicked.
"elder brother… "
The little girl dragged him and begged in a low voice, her cheeks were red with blood, her eyes were glistening, and she begged pitifully for mercy.
Huo Yunque pursed his lips, and asked in a voice: "Are you still messing around in the future?"
Song Yaoyao pouted, cowardly, "Don't dare."
Poor Song Yaoyao has lived to such an age, and has never been hugged by anyone except her father.
This time it can be regarded as being taught to be a man.
"Well, let's go down."
Huo Yunque finally raised his noble hand and let her go.
Song Yaoyao let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that she had finally regained control of her body. Like a little loach, he hastily opened the car door and slipped down.
Song Wenchuan was walking towards this side, when he saw Huo Qi's face clearly, his eyes froze.
"you-"
Huo Qi smiled and stretched out his hand, "There are twelve guards in Huo's house, row seven, please forgive me if I take the liberty to come to the door."
Song Wenchuan's eyes fell on Song Yaoyao who had just stepped out of the car, his brows were slightly frowned, and he stretched out his hand, "I have admired your name for a long time."
The twelve guards of Huo's family are the personal guards of the previous Patriarchs. There is only one loyal patriarch in his life, and he is usually an orphan without father and mother, and he is cultivated from an early age.
Now Huo Qi from the Twelve Guards appeared, and the one in the car was—
His guess was right, the man pushed the door and got out of the car.
The clothes are simple, and the face is unexpectedly young. However, when he appeared, the powerful aura around him that can only be cultivated by being in a high position for a long time, and the elegance and dignity in his gestures, all silently told Song Wenchuan a fact.
The person who sent his sister home was the reclusive Mr. Huo from the Huo family in Fengcheng!
"Yaoyao, you—" He had a complex expression, and he frowned even more when he met Song Yaoyao's reddish eyes, "Who bullied you?"
No matter what, he asked this question directly in front of this person.
If it is said that the upper circles are also divided into three, six, and nine grades, then the Huo family has already jumped out of these circles and become an unattainable existence. As long as he thinks, it is easy for a century-old family to completely disappear from Fengcheng.
The Song family is no exception.
"Um?"
Song Yaoyao walked around the car carrying a small cake, but she didn't expect Song Wenchuan to ask such a question.
She glanced at Huo Yunque slowly, "No one bullied me."
Seeing that her words didn't match her heart, Song Wenchuan silently clenched his hands beside him, and suddenly walked forward, looking straight into those deep and plain eyes, "Mr. Huo, my sister is still young, what if Offended you, I, as a brother, apologize to you on her behalf here. Can you please hold her high and let her go?"
It was quiet late at night, and few people passed by at night in the villa area.
Huo Yunque twisted the Buddhist beads in his hands, and smiled casually, "Oh? Why did you say that?"
His tone was flat, without the slightest aggressive attitude, compared to the rumors, he could even be called gentle.
But Song Wenchuan's back froze all of a sudden, and the man's eyes fell on him, not angry but pretentious. The powerful aura is so overwhelming that people dare not even raise their heads in front of him.
Song Wenchuan gritted his teeth and insisted, "My sister is timid. Although I don't know how she met you, a little girl like her is really not in the same world as you, Mr. Huo."
Therefore, no matter what the reason was, Song Wenchuan didn't want to see Huo Yunque appear by Song Yaoyao's side again.