She leaned on her waist and grinned, thinking of Song Yaoyao, she couldn't get angry.
"Mom... don't talk! Let me help you go back to your room to rest first?"
Song Jingwan kept her secretive expression on her face, and quickly interrupted her, not letting her continue.
But the more she behaved like this, the more Zhou Manli believed that Song Yaoyao was born to restrain her.
Thinking of the constant unlucky things that have happened to her since last night, half of her life was tossed in, she endured it, swallowed what she blurted out, and went upstairs with Song Jingwan.
At the dining table, Song Rui adjusted his glasses and squinted, "A Chuan, do you think this has something to do with Yaoyao?"
He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he can't help his wife believe it, and his eldest daughter has shown extraordinary good luck since she was a child, which makes his firm heart begin to waver.
Especially for the past two days, it was really a bit of a toss.
"What?"
Song Wenchuan threw down his crutches, amused, "Dad, do you believe this too? Yaoyao doesn't understand anything, so it's unfair to accuse her of a trumped-up charge, don't you think?"
"I didn't say anything, did I?" Song Rui frowned.
"Anyway, I don't think so. If you really insist on finding a reason for this matter, then I think that only those who treat you badly will be unlucky, don't you?"
Why is it that others are not unlucky, but Song Jingwan and Zhou Manli broke their heads, twisted their waists and suffered concussions
Song Wenchuan laughed after thinking about it. He knew it was not kind to laugh at his mother like this, but he just wanted to laugh.
If this is the case, then the girl is really interesting.
Watching Song Wenchuan leave, Song Rui narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Only people who treat her badly will be unlucky..."
If this is the case, then there is an explanation for everything.
In the middle of the night, everything is silent.
The wind howled outside the window, and the fallen leaves were blown all over the place.
rumbling—
boom-
Song Yaoyao opened her eyes suddenly, and there was endless darkness in front of her eyes.
She took a deep breath, licked her lips, got up and touched the lamp switch to turn it on.
The interior quickly lit up.
Her heart was beating wildly, and her throat was dry, as if something was strangling her throat.
There were footsteps in the corridor, very light, accompanied by the sound of the wind outside the window, it seemed particularly strange in this deep night.
Song Yaoyao suddenly lifted the quilt, ran over barefoot and opened the door.
The man was wearing a gray fleece bathrobe over his shoulders, and inside was a navy blue silk long pajamas, and was passing by her door with a cup.
"elder brother-"
The little girl poked her head out from the crack of the door, her forehead hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to her face, her little face was as pale as paper.
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and estimated the time in his heart.
At this point, it was at least two o'clock in the morning.
"Why don't you sleep?"
Song Yaoyao sniffed, "Brother, it's thundering outside."
"Well," Huo Yunque nodded, his eyes flicked across her face, "Afraid?"
"I'm not afraid."
The little girl's eyes were dark, "I'm worried that my brother is afraid, brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"
When she said this, she pinched the hem of her pajamas tightly, and her fingertips turned white.
It looked like a little rabbit who was already shivering with fear, but pretended to be calm.
Huo Yunque hooked his thin lips, "Not good."
He lifted his feet and walked towards his room, but the corner of his clothes was tightly grabbed by a small hand. There was a smile in his eyes, and he looked sideways calmly, "I'm not afraid of thunder, and I don't need anyone to accompany me."
boom—
There was another loud noise, scaring Song Yaoyao to suddenly bury her head in Huo Yunque's back.
With a broken voice, "No, what you need—"