He decided not to talk in front of Brother Xun all day today!
Thus, the world finally quiet.
Shen Xun pursed his lips silently, and walked upstairs.
"banquet?"
Song Yaoyao accepted the invitation curiously, "Grandpa Shen's birthday? I will definitely be there! By the way, how is Grandpa Shen?"
"Very good," Shen Xun nodded lightly, his eyes fell on her increasingly delicate little face, and his eyes flickered.
"That's good." Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and flipped through the invitation, "Then does Grandpa Shen like anything in particular?"
The spring sun fell on the girl's small face like warm jade, and her eyelashes trembled slightly like crow feathers.
She nodded her lips slowly, as if thinking.
Shen Xun pursed his lips, "No need, your presence is the best gift for Grandpa."
"..." Song Yaoyao rolled his eyes at him, "I believe you are the only ghost!"
"Miss Song is worried about the gift? Have you received the invitation?"
Uncle Zhang was very happy, watching Song Yaoyao holding a teacup and meditating since she came back, she looked very cute.
"Yes!" Song Yaoyao rested her chin, "Grandpa Shen is very kind to me, and I don't know what he likes, so I can match him up."
She patted her purse, preferably within her budget.
"There are better options out there."
Uncle Zhang blinked mysteriously, "When sir comes back, let him take you to pick."
"Huh? What?"
"Haha!" Facing Song Yaoyao's question, Uncle Zhang put on a hold, "You should ask the gentleman! By the way, the husband should be back."
He looked down at his watch and smiled like an old fox.
While talking, there was already the sound of brakes outside the door.
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, and she was already blowing past Uncle Zhang like a whirlwind, and rushed out the door quickly.
"Brother~"
The man who just got out of the car opened his arms naturally, and the girl slammed into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist intimately.
"Brother came back so early today!"
"not good?"
Song Yaoyao glanced at him sideways, hooked his fingers and shook them lightly, "Brother asked knowingly!"
Huo Yunque smiled lowly, "Send the documents to the study."
"yes."
Huo Qi leaned over slightly, smiled at Song Yaoyao, and entered the door first.
Song Yaoyao hung beside Huo Yunque like a little tail, chattering about what she saw and heard during the day.
Most of them are very boring topics.
It even includes a few stray cats encountered on the road, being fed by kind people, one of the orange cats is particularly round, etc...
In the company, what he hears is either financial statements or quarterly analysis. The man in charge is like an ordinary boyfriend at this time, listening to his little girlfriend's nonsense, even without any rules in his daily life.
I was still talking about this topic in the last second, and it may become something else in the next second.
Huo Yunque pushed the broken hair from her forehead behind her ears, hooked her lips, "Speak slowly, don't rush."
There was relief in Uncle Zhang's eyes.
In the past, I always felt that although their husbands were capable, they were too impersonal. It is said that the heights are extremely cold, and there are too few people who can accompany him.
But now with Song Yaoyao, everything is different.
If we say that the former Huo Zhai is a well-behaved, old black and white photo. So now, it is full of ink and color, and even the simplest daily conversations are endowed with oil paintings with strong personal colors.
Song Yaoyao scratched her cheek and suddenly forgot, "By the way, what did I just say?"
Huo Yunque was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed helplessly.