"otherwise?"
Song Yaoyao proudly raised her small face, and the invisible little tail behind her was going up to the sky.
Under the lamp, her little face was as delicate as a flower, extraordinarily brilliant.
Huo Yunque pursed his lips and kissed her forehead.
"This is your reward—"
…
Song Yaoyao changed her clothes upstairs and was led downstairs by Huo Yunque.
Then I found that the atmosphere downstairs was a bit weird.
She blinked and poked her head out from behind the man's tall body.
When his eyes caught a thin figure, his eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly, "Brother!"
She flew over and hugged Song Wenchuan's neck.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Huo Yunque was ruthlessly left behind, his gaze flicked over the little girl's little hands wrapping around the other's neck intimately, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
Song Wenchuan hooked his lips, pulled her down, and rubbed her head.
"Come and see you, he didn't bully you, did he?"
"Cough..."
Song Yaoyao blushed slightly, and she gave Song Wenchuan a reproachful look, "No, bro, don't worry!"
"oh?"
Song Wenchuan's scrutinizing gaze fell from Song Yaoyao's body to Huo Yunque's body, his thin lips hooked lightly, and the two equally powerful men looked at each other, and there seemed to be an invisible smell of gunpowder spreading in the air.
Huo Yunque chuckled, and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Song, long time no see."
"Well… "
Song Wenchuan smiled, but nodded meaningfully, "I haven't seen you for a while."
The Huo family members beside him looked at each other in blank dismay, all a little surprised.
They were well-informed, but they rarely saw anyone with the same aura as Huo Yunque. The two come and go, seemingly harmonious, but in fact the smell of gunpowder is choking.
Dai Shiqing pursed her lips tightly. She thought Song Yaoyao was just a Cinderella who jumped out of nowhere, with no big background.
Until Song Wenchuan appeared—
The thin man was dressed in black, his posture was elegant, his legs crossed and he leaned lazily on the single sofa, his hands casually tapped on the armrest. The face is clear and handsome, and the temperament is cold.
Different from Huo Yunque's gentle and elegant feeling, he is the kind who gives people a cold feeling even with a smile on his face.
It's like some kind of human emotion is missing.
Only when facing the little girl beside him, will it melt in an instant, from cold winter to spring.
Song Yaoyao was very happy that Song Wenchuan was able to get along with Huo Yunque in a friendly manner. Her voice was soft and glutinous, and she proudly said to Song Wenchuan: "Brother is very kind and treats me very well. Brother, you will know in the future."
The smile on Song Wenchuan's lips grew stronger, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "Oh?"
"Ahem..."
Mr. Huo came down from upstairs, and his coughing caught everyone's attention. With a warm smile, he walked to Song Wenchuan's side, and patted his shoulder with his big palm.
"Welcome, Yaoyao, why don't you introduce me?"
Song Wenchuan stretched out his hand, "Hi old man, I am Yaoyao's older brother, Song Wenchuan, just call me by my name."
"Hey, good, good! You really are a good-looking talent!"
Mr. Huo smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. He held Song Wenchuan's hand and said kindly: "Since we are Yaoyao's elder brother, we are a family. Why don't you leave today? The kitchen is already being prepared, stay and eat together How about the New Year's Eve dinner?"
"this-"
Song Wenchuan looked at Huo Yunque silently, and under the other's deep gaze, he curled his lips, "Then the younger generation should be respectful rather than obedient, and it happens to be able to look at Yaoyao more."
Song Yaoyao bent her eyes and hugged Song Wenchuan's arm, "Brother, do you have any New Year's gifts?"