Chapter 1119 Song Yaoyao Was Domestically Abused

Huo Tian stood there without daring to say a word. Seeing that Huo Yunchue didn't notice her, she knew this was an excellent opportunity. He quickly rubbed oil on his soles and tiptoed quietly towards the door.

"oh."

Song Yaoyao sniffed, took his hand and put it against her cheek, rubbing it lovingly.

The skin under the palm is very delicate, and there are still tears stains that have not dried. A gentle pressure can leave a red mark.

There was something stuck in Huo Yunque's throat, and behind his deep, invisible eyes, something screamed out quietly, and was quickly suppressed by him.

Don't scare the little girl.

Huo Yunchue asked: "Where were you going just now?"

Song Yaoyao had just been interrupted by Huo Yunque's sudden return, and Song Yaoyao had forgotten about it. Thinking about it now, I suddenly became speechless.

"Um?"

The pointed chin was lifted, and the slender neck stretched into a graceful arc.

Song Yaoyao looked up at him.

"What to do?"

His fingers were cold, and when he spoke, he leaned slightly closer to her, making eye contact with her.

Song Yaoyao knew that every move in this house could not be hidden from Huo Yunque. She gritted her teeth and said angrily and aggrievedly: "I want to give Huo Ningxi a beating!"

Like a child who has been wronged and clamoring to get his place back.

Huo Yunque suddenly smiled.

He gently pecked her forehead, and the coldness in his body gradually melted away, "Okay, give him a good beating."

I didn't sleep well last night, so I took some medicine, and soon fell asleep in Huo Yunque's arms, forgetting about revenge against Huo Ningxi.

-

It was quiet in the study.

Uncle Zhang held the whip in his hand and stood quietly aside.

Huo Ningxi knelt in the middle with an indifferent expression, as if he was not the one who was about to be punished.

A dead silence hung in the air.

for a long time.

The man picked up the cup and took a sip. The mist of water wetted his eyebrows, making them look clearer and sharper.

"Aren't you willing to give in?"

The feeling of oppression coming from above became stronger and stronger, and Huo Ningxi gritted her teeth.

"yes."

"Oh? That's interesting."

Uncle Zhang almost fainted. He looked at Huo Ningxi and then at Huo Yunque, who had a calm face and even a smile on his face. He really felt that he was old and useless.

The eldest young master is too bold to speak. Is he afraid that the husband is not angry enough?

"Before punishing you, let me ask you a few questions."

The cup was put down with a crisp sound.

"Did you insist on breaking off the engagement at first?"

Huo Yunque said a word, and Uncle Zhang's eyelids twitched.

He looked at the silent Huo Ningxi and sighed softly. What a sin, I didn't know how to cherish it at first, what's the use of regretting it now.

"yes."

Huo Ningxi's hands on her lap were clenched into fists, and the word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Did I stop you from showing kindness to her?"

Huo Ningxi's whole body was shaken. It took a long time before her eyes turned red and she said, "No."

"Huo Ningxi," Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and twisted the beads one by one with his fingers, "you must know that there is no regret in selling medicine. Although you and I are nominally uncle-nephew, I don't mind if you use your own ability to fight. If It’s your ability that really wins her heart.”

The light in the study was dim, and his face was hidden in the faint light and shadow. His eyebrows and eyes were clear and high.

It's like a god above the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings.

Compassionate and compassionate.

Huo Ningxi suddenly raised her head, staring at the man sitting upright with her red bloodshot eyes, "Why do you say that? What do you think Song Yaoyao is?!"

"Ah--"

Huo Yunque smiled and said slowly: "Of course I treat her as a treasure, but first of all, she is a human being."

Since we are human beings, we have the right to choose.

"Okay, let's do it."

Huo Yunque stroked the non-existent wrinkles on his sleeves and picked up the tea cup again.

The tea leaves stood upright, and the sparkling light refracted by the water fell into his eyes.

"One hundred lashes, I'm here to watch."

Uncle Zhang bowed, "Yes."

Once upon a time, this whip hit Huo Yunque. Later, Mr. Huo got older and his temper was not as bad as when he was young, so he put away the whip and never used it again.

Huo Yunque has watched Huo Ningxi grow up, but he has a reserved and calm personality and does not hit people easily.

There was a dull sound in the study.

After a long time, Uncle Zhang stopped while panting.

"Sir, one hundred lashes is just right."

"Well, you go down."

The study became quiet except for Huo Ningxi's uncontrollable heavy breathing.

His back was bruised with blood, but his spine was stubbornly straight, not wanting to bow his head in front of Huo Yunque.

In sight, a pair of shoes appeared.

Huo Yunque's voice seemed to come from a very far away place.

"Do you know why she finally chose me instead of you?"

"Some people don't understand what they want in their entire lives. Huo Ningxi, I hope you can take care of yourself."

The footsteps faded away, and when the door clicked, it seemed that Huo Ningxi was the only one left in the world.

"Do you know what you want? Ha..."

Huo Ningxi's back gradually curved and her head drooped.

Even if he understood, it was already too late.

Is it still useful?

-

It was already two days later when Song Yaoyao's illness was completely cured.

In the Huo family, she never saw Huo Ningxi again. Huo Tian also moved out and went to the apartment prepared for them by the studio to prepare for training.

Next, they will be very busy, participating in variety show promotions to increase their exposure, attending parties, and performing. At the same time, training cannot be left behind.

Huo Zhai seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

Song Yaoyao was a little at a loss and wanted to go to school.

Huo Yunque could only rely on her.

Nowadays, the rules for film school students are different from those in the past. As long as they don’t fail their professional courses, they can go about their own business and the school won’t care.

So Song Yaoyao didn't come to school for a few days, and everyone took it for granted.

Until Song Yaoyao came with a bruise on her forehead. It was as big as an egg, with blood spots among the bruises. It looked very scary.

After the class ended, Song Yaoyao returned to the dormitory and met Ye Meichen and Wang Jiayu halfway.

The two of them obviously came to see her together, and both expressed their strong distress over her injuries.

Song Yaoyao didn't take it seriously. She washed her face every day and carefully avoided the wound area for fear of pain.

Unexpectedly, the media’s brain circuits are always different from ordinary people.

That night, major marketing accounts released a new piece of gossip.

# A new director surnamed S suffered domestic violence? Going to school injured? Is it really so easy to marry into a wealthy family? !

To be honest, when Song Yaoyao was surfing the Internet and saw a hot search about a new director named S, she never thought about it.

There are new people in the circle every day, and Song Yaoyao has been famous for a long time, and she has already automatically removed herself from the ranks of newcomers.

Until Wang Jiayu, who was sleeping next to Ye Meichen on the upper bunk, poked his head out of the tent and asked in shock: "Yaoyao, tell the truth, was Mr. Huo the one who hit you on your head?"