"Cough..."
Tang Xinrou rubbed her nose, she felt that she shouldn't come!
What is she worried about? Worried that she wasn't abused enough by these two
"That... Yaoyao, Mr. Huo, I'll go downstairs and wait for you first!"
As she said that, she turned her head and ran out of the bedroom, as if a wolf was chasing after her ass.
Song Yaoyao blinked her eyes, and looked at Huo Yunque innocently.
"There is no one now."
"Oh!"
Before Song Yaoyao could react, her body flew into the air and was already hugged.
She quickly grabbed Huo Yunque's shirt and shook her head again and again, "No way! You will be seen!"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and walked out.
"No one dares to look."
His voice is magnetic and hoarse, which is taken for granted.
Song Yaoyao pouted, very speechless.
She had a sullen face, her head resting on his chest, her pair of black and clear eyeballs darted around, afraid that she would meet someone on the way.
Fortunately, she arrived at the restaurant safely all the way, and she didn't meet any servants on the way.
Even when I get up every day, I can see that Uncle Zhang who was guarding downstairs has disappeared.
Song Yaoyao froze for a moment, touched her hot face and murmured, "Something's wrong..."
Why is it so quiet at home today.
A faint smile flashed across the man's eyes, and he put Song Yaoyao into the chair, calmly said, "Eat."
The soup that had been prepared a long time ago was placed in front of her, "Drink a few sips first to warm your stomach."
"Know it!"
Song Yaoyao gave him a sidelong glance, her back was so sore, she sat in the chair as if she had no bones, and kept falling down.
A big palm was silently attached to her lower back, the palm was hot, and it massaged her gently, which just rightly relieved the soreness and discomfort.
The girl breathed out silently, while drinking the soup, she quietly peeked at Tang Xinrou.
Afraid of being discovered by her.
"Rourou, you eat too."
"Oh, alright!"
Tang Xinrou and Song Yaoyao looked at each other, but there was a big Buddha sitting next to her, making Tang Xinrou look like a frightened quail, shrinking her neck and not daring to take a breath.
Hearing Song Yaoyao's words, it was as if she had received an order.
Picking up the chopsticks mechanically, he pulled something into his mouth.
She didn't understand, she originally just came to see if Song Yaoyao was okay, she didn't even want to eat at Huo's house—
Why did it become like this
In Tang Xinrou's eyes, the man had an elegant manner while dining, and he took care of Song Yaoyao by his side throughout the whole process. The most tender meat will always be on Song Yaoyao's dinner plate.
There was obviously no intimate interaction, not even any communication or eye contact throughout the whole process.
But one feeds and one eats.
But Tang Xinrou just felt that she was excluded, like a lonely, unloved single dog, watching other people's happy lives.
This feeling is really fucking sad!
After finally getting through the meal, Huo Yunque personally sent Song Yaoyao back. Tang Xinrou was completely relieved when he left.
She looked at the door and snuggled up to Song Yaoyao, "Yoyao, Mr. Huo probably won't come back, right?"
Song Yaoyao was lying on the bed, holding a pen in her hand, and glanced at her when she heard this.
"You want him back?"
"Bah, bah, bah! You don't want to think about it at all!" Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes, looked at Song Yaoyao's delicate and charming face, which seemed to bloom overnight, and sighed, "You think I'm you? Mr. Huo I'm scared to death with just one look, let alone being in the same room, it's scary just thinking about it!"