Chapter 13 I Suggest You Rebuild the Three Views

Song Jingwan was looked at by him, and she always felt that all her thoughts had nowhere to hide, her breathing was chaotic, and she hurriedly explained: "No, the old man, I was afraid that she was ignorant and hurt you, what I said was true, My sister she..."

"You know shit!"

The old man looked at the gentle and elegant, but his temper was very short-tempered. Song Jingwan, who was scolding, couldn't raise her head.

"Could it be that I don't know about my own body? If it wasn't for this little girl's help, my old man would have died a long time ago! Study and be a person, I suggest you go back to school to re-learn the Three Views!" After that, he turned to Song Yaoyao, The serious face instantly turned into a flower, "Little girl, thank you just now."

Song Yaoyao squatted on the ground, originally wanted to cry because her feet were numb, but now she seemed to be unable to feel it, and smiled at the old man.

Sure enough, Jiang was still old and hot, and Song Jingwan thought she could deceive everyone. Thoughts can't escape this kind of people who have experienced all kinds of things in the world, their eyes are the 'mirror mirror'.

"Song Yaoyao."

The man's voice was cold and deep, and it fell from the top of his head.

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, then raised her little head to look. She squatted on the ground, like a chubby radish, a small ball.

"Brother—" She opened her mouth and was about to call, but she suddenly thought of how this person despised her.

She turned her head away angrily and swallowed the rest of the words.

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and could only see the dark top of the little girl's hair. The hair is soft, with a dull hair on the top of the head.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes smiled.

"stand up."

He slowly stretched out his big hand, his palm was wide and wide, and the tassels on the Buddha beads swayed slightly.

Song Yaoyao has always been soft and not hard. When others don't believe her, she doesn't feel wronged. Song Yaoyao didn't care when she was forced to apologize by Song Jingwan's rhythm.

In her last life, she only lived to be 19 years old, and she was held in the palm of her hand by her parents and brother since she was a child. She is the only one left in this life, Song Yaoyao told herself to be strong.

But when Huo Yunque's attitude softened, Song Yaoyao didn't want to be strong anymore.

Her mouth was deflated, her eyes were red, and she said softly, "My legs are numb—" She couldn't stand up.

Huo Yunque's brows closed slightly, as if something had hit him hard.

When Song Jingwan heard this, she quickly came over to help Song Yaoyao, but just as she stretched out her hand, she was blocked by a hollow hand.

The man's skin is very white, and he is dressed in a long gown, showing his romantic style.

At this time, he slowly glanced at it, but Song Jingwan's hair stood on end in an instant, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet all the way up to the top of her head, so cold that the seams of her bones seemed to creak.

Song Yaoyao sniffed, and obediently handed her little hand to Huo Yunque.

The big palms were folded, and the little girl's hands were as soft as bones, small and soft, and fit perfectly with his palms.

Huo Yunque pulled back slightly and pulled Song Yaoyao straight up.

"Ugh-"

Song Yaoyao's delicate brows suddenly wrinkled, she grimaced, plunged her head into Huo Yunque's arms, clenched his clothes tightly with both hands, and her legs trembled.

"Uncomfortable... I can't do it anymore, my legs are numb..."

I don’t know if you have ever felt this way. When you squat for too long, your legs will be oppressed to the nerves due to blocked blood flow, which will cause your legs to be numb and uncomfortable for a moment or a while.

Song Yaoyao's voice trembled, her legs were trembling, and she couldn't stand up straight against Huo Yunque.

As soon as I exerted force, my whole leg became numb, as if it had been electrocuted.