Ding-
The cell phone left on the bed vibrated.
Song Yaoyao exhaled and opened it slowly.
Seeing the conversation on the phone, the temperature on her face, which had dropped, heated up again.
And it's getting hotter and hotter.
Rourou: [hehehe·jpg]
Rou Rou: Honey, have you read the present? Like it
Rourou: Believe in my vision! No matter how cold and abstinent your brother Huo is, if he sees you wearing this, he will definitely turn into a beast!
Rourou: [You know what I mean·jpg]
Rou Rou: The right time and the right place, now let’s send people to reconcile! Baby, be brave, go!
Rourou: Think about it, your brother Huo is so seductive, even my aunt, a married woman, can't look away when she sees your brother Huo smiling. If they were replaced by those unmarried little girls, they might lose their souls!
Rourou: Get stamped and enjoy early!
Rourou: But you must take protective measures, I love you~[Bobo·jpg]
"Snapped!"
Song Yaoyao hastily turned off the phone and left it far away.
She patted her face cracklingly, a small face under the light was as bright as the morning glow, and the water in her eyes was flowing, as if she was full of affection.
She probably didn't know how attractive she looked like.
What Tang Xinrou said irritated Song Yaoyao, every time she went out with Huo Yunque, there would always be girls secretly peeking at her brother and even trying to take photos secretly!
Song Yaoyao believes that as long as they are given a chance, someone will definitely rush forward without hesitation.
In this world, there will never be a shortage of such people.
She bit her lip almost bleeding, took a deep breath, and with desperate courage, pulled off the bathrobe strap...
…
'Tuk tuk tuk. '
'Tuk tuk tuk. '
Song Yaoyao knocked on the door, but no one answered.
She froze for a moment, and began to retreat in her heart.
But thinking of her purpose, she clutched the edge of her bathrobe, gritted her teeth and twisted the doorknob.
'click—'
The door opened.
The door of Huo Yunque's room is never locked now, in order to prevent her from occasionally sneaking over in fear when she sleeps at night.
Now, it was convenient for Song Yaoyao.
Boom, boom, boom...
Every step is like stepping on the heart, and the heartbeat fluctuates violently.
Her throat was so dry that her face was flushed and her head was dizzy.
Before coming, she drank most of the bottle of red wine...
Now that he was drunk, Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, feeling angry inside.
Who said alcohol is cowardly? It's not reliable at all!
She's still terrified—
The room was quiet, and she looked at the bed for the first time.
The big dark blue bed was made evenly, with no signs of sleeping on it. Under the warm yellow wall lamp, there are a few cute and cute dolls.
It was brought by Song Yaoyao, and she nicknamed it: Brother, your room is too dull, let me brighten it up for you!
Huo Yunque naturally let her go.
There are traces of her everywhere, her little slippers beside the bed, and a light pink porcelain cup next to the white bone china water cup.
That's hers.
And the book on the bedside table: "Director's Self-cultivation"
It was one of her must-read books every night.
Song Yaoyao kicked off her slippers and walked in on the fluffy carpet. The previous carpet was velveteen. After she moved in, she changed to this one.
Because she always likes to run around barefoot, the furry rug is obviously a better touch.
On the sofa is her usual blanket, and a coat that she left here last time and forgot to take away.
look-
Like an arrogant and unreasonable intruder, she domineeringly dyed this bedroom that once exuded rigor and desolation little by little, with her own aura.