Huo Tian snorted, and quietly approached Dai Shiqing's ear.
"Sister Qingqing, don't worry, I will help you, when the time comes..."
The two sisters looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Time passed quickly, no matter how reluctant Song Yaoyao was, Song Wenchuan would leave.
His eyes were flushed, and the eyeballs were filled with bloodshot eyes.
"gone."
He waved his hand to bid farewell to Song Yaoyao.
The stars in Song Yaoyao's eyes dimmed little by little, and she was reluctant to grab the corner of his clothes, "Brother, will you come again?"
Song Wenchuan let out a low laugh and fell silent for a moment.
In his silence, Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes a little bit. The smell is wilting, like frosted eggplant.
Seeing this, Song Wenchuan smiled helplessly, pinched her fleshy little face, and laughed hoarsely, "Why are you so sad? Don't you believe in brother? Even God can't stop me from seeing my sister. Come on, give me a smile." .”
Facing his dark eyes, there were emotions that Song Yaoyao couldn't understand.
But as long as she saw his eyes, Song Yaoyao felt extra at ease—
She nodded heavily, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Then...you have to remember."
"Hook?"
"Pull the hook." Song Yaoyao hooked Song Wenchuan's little finger, and suddenly murmured, "Brother, Happy New Year."
Song Wenchuan was startled for a long time, then smiled lightly.
"Happy New Year, I wish our little princess good health, peace and joy—"
Song Yaoyao lay on the balcony, watching the black car gradually disappear into the night.
Suddenly, a piece of scalding heat was attached to the back, and the cold air was also dispelled.
Song Yaoyao couldn't help but burrowed into her arms behind her, and looked up at the large expanse of fireworks above her head.
A few boys from Huo Zexi set off fireworks in the yard. They didn't know where they bought the gadgets.
"Happy New Year."
The man's lazy voice came from the top of his head. It was very pleasant, as if mixed with some kind of mellow wine.
"Happy New Year~"
Before I knew it, it was the New Year, and Song Yaoyao still felt in a trance.
Leaning in Huo Yunque's arms and looking down, she suddenly saw a little fire.
Huo Ningxi, who was smoking, seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly raised his head, and through the endless darkness, he accurately captured the pair of clear eyes like glass.
With a pause in his hand, he almost wanted to hide the cigarette by reflex.
But halfway through hiding, he suddenly stopped—
Whether he is good or bad, the other party doesn't care. So what if she sees it? Afraid of arousing her disgust
Huo Ningxi sneered, looked at the half-burned cigarette, and took a deep breath.
whatever-
Song Yaoyao's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, "Brother, Huo Ningxi can smoke now, he has changed a lot."
It seemed that overnight, from that naive big boy who liked to hurt people with bad words, he grew into a mature man.
He is taller and much stronger.
As soon as the words fell, the body was pulled over.
With her waist against the cold railing, Song Yaoyao slowly raised her head, and an extremely familiar face came into her eyes.
The man's face is clear and handsome, and his outline is three-dimensional yet sharp. His romantic and freehand Danfeng eyes are narrow and long, with upward arcs at the end of the eyes, and his eyebrows are slightly raised. In the dark eyes, the whites of the eyes were slightly blue.
Song Yaoyao's heartbeat stopped for a moment.
Hearing the man's hoarse voice mixed with laughter, "Song Yaoyao, do you care about too many men tonight?"
Plop, plop...
That delicate and flawless face was getting closer and closer, the tip of her nose was almost touching hers, trapping her in a narrow space...