She was guilty and flustered, she couldn't sleep under the quilt, and got up quickly.
Xiao Tang: I'll go see her!
She drank too much last night. For a person like her, when she drank too much, the 18x comics and anime she usually read would automatically come to mind. Coupled with the birthday surprise and marriage proposal that Song Yaoyao prepared for Huo Yunque last night, it was too romantic.
With a single mouthful, she made fun of it.
According to her thinking, Song Yaoyao was basically in a dazed state when she made that kind of joke before. Tang Xinrou spoke cryptically again, didn't she still look puzzled at that time? How did Tang Xinrou know that she would really do it!
She was so flustered that she even wore two socks of the wrong color.
She ran to poke Song Yaoyao privately, and Tang Xinrou wished to slap herself to death when she saw the string of disturbing news.
"Let you drink! Let you drink!"
That slap was really loud. There was a big slap on her face, and she jumped out quickly.
When passing by the living room, he bumped into his eldest brother.
"Hey, what's with your face—"
"Brother, let me out, if I have something to do, don't get in the way!"
…
When Tang Xinrou arrived at Huo Zhai, Song Yaoyao hadn't woken up yet.
Uncle Zhang smiled kindly and took her upstairs himself.
"It's rare for Miss Song to sleep late. This is Miss Song's room. You can just go in. I won't accompany you."
Tang Xinrou nodded slightly, "Thank you."
She walked over lightly, and without thinking much, she pushed them away.
At a glance, the first thing is the bed.
The girl sat on the edge of the bed with her back to the window, her slender and graceful body covered by light and shadow. The man in a shirt and trousers knelt on the ground on one knee, and was gently putting on socks for her.
The atmosphere in the bedroom is extremely warm, without the slightest ambiguous atmosphere.
For a moment, Tang Xinrou wondered if she was scaring herself.
In fact, love her—
I really didn't understand.
The relationship between the two feels like an old couple who have been married for many years. But at the same time, there is that love factor beating in the air at any time.
It's a wonderful feeling, Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque seem to be living in their own small world.
Tang Xinrou was too embarrassed to disturb her, she just wanted to leave quietly like when she came, when Song Yaoyao discovered her.
"Rourou?! When did you come?"
Song Yaoyao bent her eyes and quickly waved at her.
Tang Xinrou twitched the corners of her mouth and sighed softly. I pray in my heart, I hope that Mr. Huo will not be angry, and hate her for disturbing their world of two.
But soon, she stopped thinking about it.
Because she found that Song Yaoyao's voice was terribly hoarse, as if her voice was overused.
Although Tang Xinrou has no energy, she has a rich spiritual world! Already an old driver.
"Is it raining outside? Is it cold? Have you eaten lunch? I haven't eaten yet. I'm starving to death."
Song Yaoyao patted her stomach and deflated her mouth.
She moved over and carefully glanced at Huo Yunque who had stood up and took a knitted sweater, which she was wearing for Song Yaoyao.
Stuttering hello, "Hello, Mr. Huo."
"Hello."
Huo Yunque nodded slightly, but all his attention was on Song Yaoyao. Gently took her hand and put the sleeves on.
It was a smoky purple knitted sweater, which looked vivid and delicate on Song Yaoyao.
Tang Xinrou's eyes flashed, and he stood aside cautiously.
"Brother, why don't you go out first~ I want to talk to Rou Rou!"
After getting dressed, Song Yaoyao kicked Huo Yunque's leg with her toes, and said softly.