"Of course not old!"
Song Yaoyao, who has experienced painful lessons, was able to quickly make countermeasures when she heard this question again.
She clenched her fists, full of puppy legs.
"My brother is the most handsome! I don't accept any objections!"
But obviously, Mr. Huo cares a lot about age.
Especially in front of his little wife, he cares even more—
He took the phone, "Then let me see."
"Hey-"
Song Yaoyao wanted to grab it, but it was too late.
Huo Yunque flipped through the pages, and an article titled Sweet Anecdotes That Yys and President Ba had to say caught his attention.
"Brother, don't!!"
Song Yaoyao's eyelids twitched as she watched Huo Yunque click in.
At the beginning of the chapter, I ran wildly on the highway, spilling blood.
"You are the child I raised with my own hands! You should be mine!"
"Your person, your heart, all of you!"
"Except for leaving me, I will give you everything you want—"
"Be my woman."
…
"Brother...don't look..."
The man didn't even move his eyes, but his big palm precisely grasped Song Yaoyao's wrist, holding her tightly in his arms.
That's fine, but the man has a bad taste, and he whispered it in her ear with a voice that was more provocative than those of the voice actors.
"You are mine, forever and ever."
"I want to leave, unless I die."
"I love you-"
The last sentence seemed like an electric shock to Song Yaoyao's heart.
She trembled a bit, her whole body glowing pink, "No more, no more!!"
Ahhh she's going crazy.
Brother, what kind of bad taste is this, and the host who wrote this article, with this style of writing, wouldn't it be good to just write novels? !
Publishing it on a novel website at such a bloody level is definitely a big hit!
Write in the forum, Qucai!
"Which sentence is not allowed?"
Huo Yunque chuckled hoarsely, and suddenly lowered his head close to the girl's small face. The distance between the two of them was so close that they could even clearly see her eyelashes that were gently twitching because of her shyness, and the pink cherry blossoms blooming on her delicate jade-like skin.
"Don't leave me? Or life after life? Or—"
He deliberately paused, keenly aware that when he said this sentence, Song Yaoyao's breathing stopped for a second.
Laughter escaped from thin lips.
There seemed to be a lot of tenderness in his voice, and he whispered: "I love you."
It is a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.
Anyone who understands those delicate thoughts and small romances will naturally understand them.
The girl's eyes sparkled, and her pupils were misty as if something was flowing. She was about to curl up shyly, snorted softly, and murmured softly, "Me too."
The black hair hangs softly on the cheeks, so cute and outrageous.
The smile in Huo Yunque's eyes never disappeared. He sighed and asked intentionally, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
Song Yaoyao blushed even more, her eyes rolled and she glared at him reproachfully.
"I didn't hear it!"
"Well... I seem to hear what you said clearly again."
Slender fingers were playing around her hair, her tone was narrow, and her smile was hard to hide.
"But, do I love you? Or do I love you too? Huh?"
Song Yaoyao simply regarded herself as a tortoise, and pushed her head into Huo Yunque's arms.
Think of yourself as a deaf person.
"Song Yaoyao, can you give me an answer?"
The shyer Song Yaoyao was, the more malicious he became.
After getting along for a long time, Song Yaoyao naturally discovered it.