On the way back to the homestay, Song Yaoyao was very quiet.
She hung her head down, depressed, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
The low breath permeating from the whole body almost filled the carriage.
Huo Qi in the front seat resisted the desire to turn around. When the car arrived at the destination and Song Yaoyao got out of the car quietly and left, he couldn't help but talk, "Sir, isn't this too cruel to Miss Song?"
In fact, ten lashes is not a punishment at all for them.
Compared with many big families, outsiders may think that the Huo family is ancient and cruel. In fact, these children raised by the Huo family are very lucky.
Each of them was well-bred, albeit brutally so. But without the Huo family, they wouldn't be where they are now.
"Is it cruel?"
The man raised his eyelids, his deep eyes were as quiet as stagnant water.
He stroked his cuffs and got out of the car casually.
"Since you choose to follow me, you must get used to all of this."
Sooner or later.
"Crack..."
The sound of the door lock being opened made Song Yaoyao's eyeballs and eyelashes tremble. She was unhappy and curled up on the table by the bay window.
Everything in the room is very clear.
The door closed, and footsteps sounded from far to near.
It's very familiar, even if she closes her eyes, she can imitate that rhythm.
It was Huo Yunque.
"Angry?"
The man took off his cuffs and casually threw them on the table.
There was a crackling sound, and the black gemstones were spinning on the table.
Song Yaoyao's eyes wandered and floated up.
"Where is the cat?"
Huo Yunque looked around the room, the space was not big, and the sanitary conditions were not bad. His eyes didn't fluctuate, and when he landed on the black cat hiding under the curtain, with half of its head sticking out slightly, his brows were slightly raised.
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and continued to ignore him.
Huo Yunque walked over slowly, just as he bent down, the black cat wearing four white gloves swished away from him.
He rushed to the door in one breath and stared at him warily.
Huo Yunque smiled and stood up.
The pleasant voice was full of helplessness, "Well, it seems that little friend Song is really angry."
It might have been a few minutes, or it might have been just a few seconds.
In the quiet room, a girl's muffled voice sounded.
"No."
Huo Yunque picked up the book next to the bed cabinet and flipped through it, "Oh?"
"Not angry."
The voice that had just cried was still nasal, and her voice was a little hoarse, which sounded pitiful.
Song Yaoyao bent her legs and rested her chin on her knees. Her eyelashes were wet and drooping, making it impossible to see her eyes clearly. The voice was muffled, "I will bring people with me when I go out in the future."
"I'm not angry with my brother, I'm angry with myself." She unconsciously picked at the little furry cushion under her body, "They were punished because of me."
Huo Yunque didn't speak, he listened quietly.
There was only a girl's thin voice in the room.
"My brother is worried about me and cares about me, and I know it."
She sniffed, and finally she was willing to look up at Huo Yunque, with tears in her eyes, "It's fair to lose something when you gain something."
Huo Yunque is a powerful man. While he holds great power, there is naturally a steady stream of danger that comes with him.
Although this time, the middle-aged man did not come in the name of the Huo family.
But what if
Get him, stand by him.
Then when sharing wealth, power and status with him, it is natural to face those threats.
"You..."