"So brother, can you take me in?"
The little girl blinked a pair of almond eyes, and her dark eyes were full of moisture, as if she would cry for him in the next second if he didn't agree.
"not good."
Huo Yunque turned around, "Send you to the hotel."
Such a good opportunity, if Song Yaoyao let it slip from her hands, then she would not be Song Yaoyao.
So, she trotted quickly to catch up with Huo Yunque, grabbing his big hand with her small hand.
His tone was soft, and his expression was even more pitiful.
"But I will be very scared in the hotel alone!"
"People commit suicide in hotels every year, how do I know that when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I won't see something scary in the bathroom mirror?"
"And more! I've read in the news that a girl was entangled by a drunkard in a hotel. I'm so beautiful, I will definitely be the target of those bad guys! Brother, do you have the heart to leave me alone?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Huo Yunque pursed his thin lips lightly, he couldn't laugh or cry at Song Yaoyao's words.
His eyebrows jumped, and the little hand holding his palm was very strong, as if he was afraid of being left behind. Hearing her words getting more and more outrageous, Huo Yunque sighed.
"do not Cry."
"Woooooo... I'm so pitiful... Now even my brother won't take me in?"
She lowered her head, grabbed Huo Yunque with one hand, and wiped her face with the other, her small shoulders were shaking.
Pedestrians coming and going cast their curious eyes on them one after another.
Huo Yunque had a headache from crying, and his heart was in a mess.
"Take you, don't cry—"
"Huh? Really?!"
Do you really want her to cry on the street if you disagree
"Um."
"Yay!! That's great!!"
I saw the little girl who was crying pitifully just now raised her head quickly, starlight was shining in her dark eyes, her expression was joyful, where was there any trace of tears on her face
"I love my brother the most!!"
Regardless of the light rain, she rushed towards Huo Yunque excitedly.
Caught off guard, Huo Yunque stepped back two steps, had no choice but to put his arms around her shoulders, and frowned.
"Song Yaoyao—" He rolled his Adam's apple, and Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.
The atmosphere of danger permeated instantly.
Song Yaoyao suddenly raised her head from his arms, a bright smile appeared on that delicate and charming face, and her small hands compared her heart, "I love my brother the most~ Salang~"
The pear dimple was deep, and the smile was extremely sweet.
The street lights at night were reflected in her eyes, as if they were brighter than the Milky Way.
Those words instantly forgot how to say it.
That's all -
He sighed, "Song Yaoyao, walk well."
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes, "I know~ Brother is holding me!"
She tried her best to stretch out her little hand from the overly long sleeve and grabbed his fingers. Seeing that he didn't refuse, she quietly covered her mouth and smiled like a kitten who stole dried fish.
The night was endless, and the wind was cold.
The petite girl wore a big men's windbreaker, and followed the man with the broad back step by step.
It doesn't seem so cold at night.
The Huo family's old house is a European-style manor, covering a very large area. Exquisite reliefs and black carved gates, green vegetation and angel fountains in the courtyard.
Because it is the place where the Huo family lived for several lifetimes, the architectural style is still decades ago. But it is precisely because of this that it gives the house that gorgeous and heavy feeling.