Chapter 1132 Life or Death Uncertain

The subtext is that life or death is uncertain.

"We... only found the car he was riding in that day, and it had a lot of his blood on it."

Song Yaoyao nodded and walked towards the stairs.

"I see."

"Miss Song——"

She was so calm, and her tone didn't even waver in the slightest. If she cried or even had some other reaction, Uncle Zhang and others wouldn't be so worried.

It was because she didn't respond that Uncle Zhang was worried that she was keeping it to herself.

"Miss Song," Uncle Zhang held back his tears and took two steps forward, "You must take care of your health! Sir, he has encountered countless dangers, big and small, in so many years, and every time he can turn danger into good. Now, looking for If you don’t meet him, it’s the best news!”

He did not say the word corpse, as if he was cursing Huo Yunque.

"Of course I know."

Song Yaoyao suddenly turned around. Instead of crying, she showed a big smile.

"Brother will not die! I will wait here for him to come back."

She didn't lose Huo Yunque's feeling, she believed in her sixth sense.

At present, Huo Yunque must be somewhere, and he will come back.

After saying that, she went upstairs without looking back, leaving those people's gaze behind her.

Uncle Zhang looked at her straight back and let out a deep breath.

"Listen to me, if the news of Mr.'s disappearance leaks out, I will kill you!"

The old housekeeper suddenly turned around, his eyes flashed with light, and his brows were full of coldness and coldness. His back was straight, and his whole body was like a blood-stained sword, which no one dared to underestimate.

Huo Jiu stood quietly behind him.

"From now on, you don't need me to teach you what to say and what to do, right?"

The disappearance of the head of the Huo family is no small matter.

Once the news leaks out, not only foreign countries, but also domestic aristocratic families will inevitably be in turmoil.

There are always some restless ones, waiting for opportunities.

"yes--"

Uncle Zhang's eyes swept over the servants one by one. When his eyes fell, the servants lowered their heads involuntarily.

Obedience, respect, fear.

"Everyone, go down."

He waved his hand and told the servants to leave.

When all the people disappeared, his back suddenly became rickety, as if he had aged ten years overnight. He looked at Huo Jiu and said, "Domestic news must be concealed. I will give you the list of servants and their family members. We must also send more people inside and outside the house. If those people know the news, they may not do anything to Song Song." The lady took action, but now that the husband is missing, Miss Song must protect him."

Otherwise, sir, how disappointed you would be.

Huo Jiu nodded, "Yes, I understand."

Also missing with Huo Yunque was Huo Qi. When Huo Jiu entered Huo Qi's room, his computer was still on, with his game interface hanging in it.

Huo Qi, who has always been carefree, was taken by his husband by his side because of his most out-of-the-box personality.

The missing one is his master, and the other is his brother who he grew up with.

Huo Jiu pursed her thin lips tightly, and her eyes flashed with blood behind her glasses.

One day!

He will kill them all!

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After Song Yaoyao returned to Huo Zhai, she ate on time and slept on time every day.

Can read and write.

It was as if Huo Yunque was just on a business trip, without any mood swings.

But the more this happens, the more worrying it becomes.

She was like a programmed robot, going about her work step by step every day, forgetting her sadness.

Uncle Zhang saw everything in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. Finally one day, he couldn't bear it anymore.

If this continues, my body will be worn down.

He couldn't watch Song Yaoyao lose herself like this. As each day passed, there was still no news from Huo Yunque, and hope became increasingly slim.

The old man has not been in good health in recent years. He has kept the news secret and dare not leak any information.

"Miss Tang."

Uncle Zhang lowered his head and ushered Tang Xinrou out of the car, "I'll leave everything to you."

Tang Xinrou also just learned the news. The Tang family and the Huo family were family friends and had cooperated in many businesses. They were in the same boat.

Therefore, Uncle Zhang did not hide it from her.

And now, he still needs Tang Xinrou to persuade Song Yaoyao.

"I know that this is what I should do. I was too busy and even forgot to care about Yaoyao." She saw the tiredness on Uncle Zhang's face and said, "Uncle Zhang, please go and have a rest first. I will Go see Yaoyao.”

"Okay, please."

Uncle Zhang looked at the cloudy sky. From the day Song Yaoyao came back, it seemed that even God felt sorry for her and he had never seen the sun again.

Tang Xinrou went upstairs alone and knocked on the closed door.

"Yao Yao? Yao Yao, are you there?"

She gently turned the handle, but she didn't expect it to actually open.

"If you don't answer, can I come in?"

Tang Xinrou poked half of her head in and searched the room, but did not see Song Yaoyao's figure.

It's the same as usual here, except for a framed painting.

There is a couple in the painting, one is elegant and elegant, the other is sweet and charming. Behind them were large tracts of maple leaves that looked like flames. The girl's smile was extremely sweet, and the painter was very clever. Even when Song Yaoyao smiled, the pear dimples on her cheeks were painted vividly.

She stepped in.

Except for a painting, nothing has changed in this bedroom.

There is a thin blanket on the back of the sofa, and there are two water glasses on the table, a pair. Plush dolls of all sizes are placed everywhere.

The originally simple room gradually became infected with the flavor of life.

Nothing has changed, but it seems like everything has changed.

Something was stuck in Tang Xinrou's throat, and her eyes were burning. She didn't dare to think about it at all. What would Yaoyao do if something happened to Huo Yunque?

She had been with Huo Yunque since she was eighteen years old. She had experienced all kinds of people in her life, but in the end, the only ones who stayed with her were each other. That man held her in the palm of his hand. Tang Xinrou had never seen someone who could pamper his girlfriend to the point that everyone would envy.

Only Huo Yunque did it.

But now, he has disappeared, leaving Yaoyao alone.

Various emotions flashed through Tang Xinrou's mind, and she slowly walked inside.

The balcony door is half open, the modified enclosed balcony, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows are closed. A small figure was nestled on the sofa, as if asleep.

"Yaoyao?"

Tang Xinrou almost lost her voice, walked quickly to Song Yaoyao and squatted down.

But she found that Song Yaoyao was not sleeping at all. She stared straight ahead with her empty eyes open.

"Yaoya..."

She was so distressed that she couldn't control her tears, and they fell on Song Yaoyao's face.

Song Yaoyao's eyelashes fluttered and she suddenly came back to her senses.

She rubbed her sore forehead and sat up from the sofa, "Why are you here?"

Her soft voice seemed to be the same as usual, but knowing that she was like Tang Xinrou, I knew that she had changed after all. Song Yaoyao's voice lacked vitality.