Chapter 108 Mr. Has a Cleanliness Addiction? Pure Nonsense!

"Um."

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes, patted Song Yaoyao on the shoulder, and motioned her to stand.

His expression was indifferent, standing in the same place, with the powerful aura that only the superiors possessed, making it easy to ignore his age.

too young.

Song Rui sighed inwardly.

He hurriedly stepped forward with a smile on his face, and his tone was hard to hide, "Hello Mr. Huo, I am a slender father, and the child is ignorant. Thanks to your care these two days. We brought some gifts here. I don’t know your preferences beforehand, and I don’t know whether it suits your heart or not.”

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and landed on the outstretched hand, without any intention of responding.

Uncle Zhang quickly grabbed Song Rui's hand and said with a smile, "Sorry, our husband has a habit of cleanliness and is not used to interacting with outsiders."

This is true, Huo Ningxi nodded.

But when she saw Song Yaoyao clinging tightly to his uncle's side, her little hand even clutching his sleeve, she twitched the corner of her mouth.

Secretly slander: nonsense!

He felt that his uncle had no cleanliness at all, and was simply too lazy to deal with people who were not worth it.

Song Rui naturally saw this scene as well. He didn't show it on his face, but his heart was full of storms.

I'm not used to contacting outsiders, so what about Song Yaoyao? Are you already your own?

"It's alright," he said with ecstasy in his heart, he never expected his daughter to be so ambitious. "Where's the gift? Hurry up and get the gift—"

"No need."

Huo Yunque raised his eyes and walked towards the living room.

His temperament is gentle, not aggressive, but it makes people feel alienated inexplicably.

"Please--"

Since Zhou Manli entered this room, her arrogant arrogance suddenly disappeared.

Her Song family is already rich enough, but at a glance, this Huo family is just an ordinary hall, and a picture hanging on the wall is enough to buy her family's villa, which is more than enough.

Not to mention the ubiquitous antique vases, precious wooden furniture.

She licked her lips, her heart burning hot.

This Mr. Huo is so young, more powerful and more handsome than Huo Ningxi.

If he likes young people, then Song Yaoyao is fine. Her Wanwan is so good, so she deserves better—

Song Rui sat down with Zhou Manli, rather cautious.

"Look, Mr. Huo, this is a hundred-year-old ginseng I bought at the auction house some time ago. It's better for Mr. Huo to replenish his body, and this..."

Uncle Zhang didn't even look at those exquisite gift boxes, smiled and said, "Sorry, Mr. Song, our husband really never accepts gifts."

The Huo family has reached this position, and there are many people who want to overthrow them. Who knows what is in the gift?

What's more, the century-old ginseng is nothing.

In their Huo family's warehouse, there are five hundred years of ginseng. These gadgets can't fit in the warehouse.

Didn't you see the antique ornaments in this house? They can't fit in the warehouse, so they can only be placed outside.

"Ah? It's like this, how embarrassing," Song Rui rubbed his hands and looked at Huo Yunque with a smile, "Seeing is better than seeing it once, I didn't expect Mr. Huo to be so young, kind-hearted, and graceful these two days. Thanks to you for taking care of it. This child is rebellious and runs away from home when he says he runs away from home, but he told us to have a good meal."

Kind?

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Huo Yunque's lips, and his eyes were playful. He seldom heard this word, but when he heard it suddenly, it was a little interesting.

"It's serious."

He rubbed the rim of the cup and asked, "Want to go back?"