"Like me, my brother and I are a perfect match. It's like a toad insisting on getting together with a white swan. Think about that picture, Miss Dai. Is it hot or not? Humans, it's the same."
Dai Shiqing smiled stiffly.
Why did she feel strong malice from Song Yaoyao's soft and harmless voice
At that moment, she felt offended.
"Hehe, Miss Song really likes to joke. To put it bluntly, in my heart, no one is worthy of Brother Yunque."
"Tsk..."
Song Yaoyao turned the pen and leaned back on the sofa slowly.
"Whether he deserves it or not, what I like is mine. Even if the twisted melon is not sweet, I will twist it for him and let it ripen!"
Her eyes flickered, and that little face was suddenly too gorgeous.
The tone is arrogant and arrogant, and the words are particularly anti-social.
Dai Shiqing was startled, is this the limp and harmless little girl she saw at the beginning
"By the way, Miss Dai, you've said so many bad things, so let me say something too, isn't it okay?"
"What, what?" Dai Shiqing blinked.
The girl looked at her tenderly, no matter how many times she looked at that face, it would still make people feel amazing.
She bent her eyes and patted her face lightly, "I hope, Miss Dai, you can politely call my brother Mr. Huo. Calling him by his name, you are not worthy—"
Dai Shiqing's head buzzed, and she opened her eyes in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"Crack—"
The case of the pen that was handled deftly just now was crushed into pieces.
Song Yaoyao turned her head with a smile, "Did Miss Dai really not hear you clearly just now?"
Almost the moment she leaned over, Dai Shiqing's back tensed up.
Her throat was dry, and she pinched her skirt involuntarily. The way she looked at Song Yaoyao was almost like looking at a monster.
If you read it right, the pen was a hard case. She also used the same type of pen. It would not break no matter how you drop it, but in the girl's hand, it was as easy as a paper shell, and it shattered when pinched.
That small hand is white, with ten fingers as long as jade, with well-maintained skin and tender flesh.
But where did this strange power come from
"Miss Dai?"
"I, I heard it."
Half of her ass was about to fall off the sofa, and she looked at Song Yaoyao with incomprehension.
She thought about it differently. If it was her own, would she be able to crush that pen
The conclusion made Dai Shiqing silent.
Fortunately, soon, this oppressive atmosphere was broken.
But the scene that followed made Dai Shiqing even worse.
The man came with the light behind his back, wearing a simple shirt and slacks, elegant and extravagant. The ice and snow outside the yard was melting, gradually merging with his aura. He held a handful of bright red rose flowers in his hand, and the petals were still stained with water drops, which were so delicate and beautiful.
"flower."
Song Yaoyao threw down the book, half-kneeled on the sofa and straightened up to pick it up, "Brother, put the flowers in a vase and put them in the room, okay?"
"good."
"I also want to change the sheets in the bedroom, to pink?"
Huo Yunque laughed hoarsely, "Okay."
Song Yaoyao fiddled with the petals, rolled her black pupils, and said slyly, "Then can I have a piece of strawberry cake?"
The curled eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, and he raised his head expectantly, and raised his index finger, "Just eat a piece! A small piece~"
However, her expectations were doomed to fail.
Huo Yunque turned around and poured a glass of water to her mouth, "No, drink more water and eat less sweets."