Quietly, Song Yaoyao was startled.
She covered her face with guilt, her eyes flickered, but she didn't dare to look at Uncle Zhang's face.
He lowered his head, for fear that Uncle Zhang would see the clue.
Uncle Zhang looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and said with a smile, "Let me see what else you need. Are all the guests gone?"
"Yeah, yes, I just left."
Song Yaoyao nodded repeatedly, extremely obedient.
She fidgeted, her back was straight.
"That's good. Miss Song has worked hard today, so go back to your room early to rest. If you need anything, just ring the bell."
Song Yaoyao agreed to come down, and when she saw that Uncle Zhang was about to leave, she suddenly stopped him, "Uncle Zhang, that—"
"Huh? Is there anything else?"
Uncle Zhang looked at Song Yaoyao lovingly, and asked softly.
"Cough, no, nothing..."
Song Yaoyao felt that her throat was about to smoke. She lowered her head and picked her fingers, and said nonchalantly, "Uncle Zhang, you should go to bed early too. Good night, good night."
"Miss Song, good night."
Uncle Zhang really thinks that Song Yaoyao is extremely well-behaved, approachable, and extremely polite.
He agreed with what Mr. Huo said very much. If the old lady was still alive, she would definitely love Miss Song more than anyone else.
Because she is so lovely!
Soon, only the cleaning servants were left in the hall, and Uncle Zhang didn't know what to arrange.
She clenched her fists and walked with her hands and feet.
And almost tripped.
"Hey Miss Song, be careful! Do you want me to take you upstairs? Have you been drinking?"
Fortunately, the servant next to her was quick to support her and asked worriedly.
"No, no need."
Song Yaoyao shook her head, but when she heard the servant's words, her eyes lit up, as if she had been reminded, she suddenly grabbed the servant's hand.
The servant was startled.
Song Yaoyao asked anxiously, "Is there any more wine?"
"Wine, wine?"
The servant didn't understand that the dinner party was over, what would Ms. Song want to drink at this time.
But as the future mistress of Huo Zhai, the current half-master. All her requests will naturally be fulfilled.
"Yes, wait a moment, I'll get it for you."
"Oh, alright."
Song Yaoyao took a deep breath, looked at her back, and reminded, "Bring me a bottle, I'm useful!"
"Okay, Miss Song."
…
Song Yaoyao took a bottle of red wine from the servant, thanked her, and walked towards the stairs calmly.
When others couldn't see her expression, her calm appearance instantly collapsed. A pair of black and bright eyeballs rolled around, and like a thief, he put the wine into his arms and hugged him with a knitted sweater.
When passing by the door of Huo Yunque, he ran past in a hurry.
I was afraid that the door beside me would suddenly open and be caught by the other party.
in the room.
It was late at night, and everything was still.
The snow outside the window had stopped long ago, and the bright moonlight was like a veil, covering the crystal snow, reflecting a pale silver.
Song Yaoyao bit her fingers nervously, looking at the purple gift box on the bed.
Inside the box was Tang Xinrou's 'birthday gift' to her.
The girl was wearing a pink fleece bathrobe, with a pair of straight calves extending from the hem. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her tangled little face was steaming, like a freshly baked tender bun.
Is brother resting now
He seems drunk
Would he really like it if he dressed like this
She ate at Huo's house and lived in Huo's house, so she really couldn't give anything good to her brother. Even the pair of rings were not famous brands, but she found a white gold ring custom-made by a famous craftsman, and only their initials were engraved on the inside of the ring.
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