Children of each other's blood.
Huo Yunque took her hand and put it in his palm.
"sleep."
"oops!"
Song Yaoyao looked forward to the future with Huo Yunque, but he didn't expect him to focus on sleeping.
She became angry for no reason, and stared at Huo Yunque's deep-lined face through the darkness, "Huo Yunque! I'm talking to you very seriously!"
She is not kidding!
"Can you be more serious!"
The little girl's voice is soft, even if she gets angry, it makes people feel cute. The fierce tone didn't last long before it became aggrieved.
Huo Yunque sighed lightly.
The big palm caressed her hair and combed it gently.
"Is it just the two of us?"
"Also."
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and rubbed against his hand, like a listless kitten, "But it would be better to have children."
Just like Tongtong and Xiaoye, it is the crystallization of love.
Huo Yunque smiled lowly, "Really? I can treat you as my child."
Song Yaoyao only saw the surface, in fact.
In Yi Ting's heart, the weight of a child will never compare to Lin Shuang.
He is not such a caring person, just because it is his and Lin Shuang's child, not because he likes children.
Huo Yunque was different. In his life plan, there was no child.
"Oh, you are so annoying!"
Song Yaoyao stared at him, her face was burning hot.
"I'm talking about children with you!"
"Well, I'm serious."
Song Yaoyao: "..."
She felt that she was deceived by Huo Yunque's serious performance at the beginning, and all the coldness and abstinence were fake!
After falling in love, Song Yaoyao felt that whatever this person said was talking about love.
"No kids, just the two of us, huh?"
He doesn't need anyone to share Song Yaoyao's love, just Tongtong and Xiaoye are enough to give Huo Yunque a headache. Huo Yunque couldn't imagine if it was his own child.
"But I really want to..."
Song Yaoyao sniffed, feeling depressed, "Does my brother hate children?"
"Well… "
maybe
He is really a person with little emotion, and he doesn't put too much emotion on that soft little thing that seems to break when touched.
but-
"No." Huo Yunque smiled lowly, plucking her curly eyelashes with his fingertips, "For example, you, a little friend, I like it very much."
"Hello!"
Song Yaoyao was speechless, "Brother!"
"Okay, let's change the subject. Why do you suddenly want a child? You have to remember that you are only nineteen years old."
"I just think Tong Tong and Xiao Ye are very cute, and sister Xia Rao..." She suddenly stopped, swallowing the rest of the words, "Then suddenly remembered."
"So brother, do you like boys or girls?"
In the darkness, the little girl was lying in the man's arms, not seeing his calm, unwavering eyes.
He whispered: "As long as it is born by you, I like it."
Satisfied, Song Yaoyao curled her lips and complained, "What kind of answer is this? Brother, are you secretly copying the answer online again?"
This kind of standard and clichéd answer is simply the standard for men.
Huo Yunque's Adam's apple rolled, and he let out a chuckle.
"But I like girls more."
"Ah? Why?!"
"because of you."
"Eh-oh wait!"
The world was spinning, and Song Yaoyao suddenly fell into the big bed.
Her little face was flushed, and her little hands were clutching the material on the man's chest, neither refusal nor initiative.
"Wait, wait, this..."
Didn't they still discuss the topic of children just now