"Eh? Miss Song, you're back!"
Huo Qi was walking downstairs, looking at Song Yaoyao in surprise.
"Yes~"
Song Yaoyao quickly waved her hands and ran past him.
Downstairs, Uncle Zhang was still standing stupidly. Huo Qi looked at Uncle Zhang curiously, scratched his head, "Uncle Zhang, why are you standing here? Where did you get the oranges?"
He reaches for it.
"Snapped!"
Uncle Zhang glared at him, and quickly hid the oranges.
"This is what Ms. Song gave me. If you want to eat, buy it yourself."
"Uh... Uncle Zhang..."
Huo Qi covered his hands and blinked speechlessly.
Just two oranges, what about
Could it be that the oranges in his hand taste different from those sold in the market? Can you live forever if you eat it
"Go, go, play while you go."
Uncle Zhang waved his hand in disgust and left.
Huo Qi was speechless.
When he turned his head and saw Huo Jiu approaching, he was instantly unhappy and kicked over, "Damn!! When did Miss Song come back? Why didn't you tell me? You know how I've spent this time Is it?!"
Living in dire straits every day is like walking on thin ice.
Mr. In Love is pretty scary.
Huo Jiu easily dodged and stood there in a gentle manner.
"Did I say so?"
Huo Qi: "??? Did you say that?"
Huo Jiu shrugged, "Didn't you say that?"
The four eyes met, one innocent and the other confused.
After a long time, Huo Jiu drifted away.
Huo Qicai woke up suddenly and shouted, "What the hell! Huo Xiaojiu, wait for me!!"
Song Yaoyao searched around in the study and bedroom, but couldn't find Huo Yunque.
She returned to her room puzzled.
As soon as he came in, he could smell the faint smell of alcohol.
"elder brother?"
She bulged her cheeks, and her brother was drinking in her room
"Well… "
From a certain corner, there was a muffled sound.
Song Yaoyao kicked off her shoes, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and walked over lightly.
The man sat in the corner, with one long leg bent, and the wine in the bottle was already half empty.
This amount was already beyond Huo Yunque's tolerance.
"Brother? Why are you secretly drinking alone?"
Song Yaoyao put down her schoolbag, half-kneeled beside him, leaned over to look at him with her hands on the carpet.
The waxy voice brought Huo Yunque back to his senses for a moment.
The slender eyelashes are like insect wings, fluttering slowly.
The dark pupils exude a warm luster.
"Song Yaoyao?"
"It's me, it's me."
The big palm slowly landed on her small face and stroked it lightly, showing a little nostalgia.
Song Yaoyao rubbed her lips affectionately, and leaned over to kiss his lips.
There was still a faint smell of alcohol on the corners of his lips.
"oops-"
In the next second, Song Yaoyao was caught off guard and crashed into Huo Yunque's arms.
The man's chin rested on the top of her head, and his breath was filled with the clear fragrance from his body, mixed with a touch of alcohol.
Added together, fermented into a special taste.
Song Yaoyao moved into his arms and hugged his neck, "What's the matter? Are you unhappy?"
"Song Yaoyao."
"Well, I'm here."
Song Yaoyao stared at the man's Adam's apple, and would roll up and down when speaking, making people even want to bite.
The voice is hoarse and magnetic, with a little nasal sound.
It gave people the illusion that he was actually acting like a baby.
"Where did you go back?"
Huo Yunque would know that Song Yaoyao was not surprised.
"Brother, do you know? I wanted to give you a surprise." That's why she didn't ask anyone to pick her up.