Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 70: reason

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Huo Yunque raised his umbrella to avoid bumping into her, with lowered brows and eyes.

"one person?"

Song Yaoyao wrapped her hands tightly around the man's waist, buried her small face in his chest, trying to absorb the warm breath emanating from his body.

Nodding sullenly, "Well..."

"Send you back?" His voice was very low, his expression was also calm, and there was no sign of enthusiasm.

But it was already impossible for him to appear here.

"don't want."

"Girl, why don't you just leave your schoolbag? Don't forget to bring your things..."

The waitress in the shop hurried out and handed over Song Yaoyao's schoolbag.

Huo Yunque squinted like an ostrich, and Song Yaoyao, who was clinging tightly to his arms and refused to move, reached out to take the bag.

Nodding slightly, "Thank you."

The big black umbrella was raised slightly, and in the cold and humid night, the man's chiseled, clear and compelling face made the girl blush instantly.

She stumbled, "No, you're welcome."

Looking at the girl in the arms of the man, with most of the umbrella leaning towards her, the girl felt envious.

It's great to have such a handsome boyfriend—

The drizzle was continuous, the asphalt road was wet with water, and the flashing shop lights of various colors were reflected on the ground, creating an indescribably peaceful and comfortable atmosphere.

"Song Yaoyao, stand still."

His long and narrow red phoenix eyes drooped, and his words were endlessly sharp and serious.

"But I'm cold~"

Song Yaoyao stomped her little feet and stood up straight trembling. Putting his little hands in his pockets, he tried his best to shrink himself into the not-so-thick knitted cardigan.

She was still wearing Liyang's school uniform, a small brown British-style suit, a knee-length pleated skirt, and small leather shoes and socks.

A small snow-white slender leg was exposed to the cold wind and shivered.

"Ah-"

Song Yaoyao rubbed her nose, pursed her mouth and looked up at Huo Yunque.

The man was too tall, and she needed to hold her face up high. When the wind blew, she staggered backwards and almost fell into the oncoming traffic.

Huo Yunque supported her waist with a sullen face, and quickly pulled her back.

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, but when she realized it, her whole body felt warm.

The man's long windbreaker wrapped her tightly up to her calves. Song Yaoyao flicked her sleeves, looking funny like a child who stole an adult's clothes.

"Eh? Brother—"

She turned her head, and happily stood beside Huo Yunque, "Why is brother here? What a coincidence~"

The coat properly dispelled the cold on her body, especially the coat was stained with the man's clean breath, which smelled very nice.

"I should ask you this. At this point, you should be at home." Huo Yunque nodded his watch, "The reason."

He frowned slightly, with a serious expression, like a parent interrogating a child who made a mistake.

Song Yaoyao stuck out her tongue and lowered her head, "I'm homeless."

She stepped on the water under her feet in boredom, sniffed her nose, and her voice, which was always soft and cheerful in the past, also lost its vitality at this time.

"I was kicked out. Mrs. Song said I was a crow's mouth. She only had Song Jingwan as a daughter in her heart. Anyway, she didn't care whether I lived or died."

Huo Yunque didn't care why she didn't call her mother Zhou Manli, but Mrs. Song.

None of this has anything to do with him. All he cares about is the reason why this little girl hangs around in the rainy night.

The car was parked on the side of the road, which had already aroused the dissatisfaction of others.

However, seeing the domineering license plate number and model, he immediately dared not make a sound.