Chapter 213 Son, Come On!

Shen Hongyang and Mrs. Shen hurried to see the old man in the ward, and saw that the old man was rosy and breathing long, and was sleeping soundly.

Song Yaoyao felt dizzy, hurriedly leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the ground, squatting down to rest.

"Are you ok?"

The doctor had already taken the old man for an examination, and a large group of people followed behind him.

Shen Xun supported her and asked with a frown.

"fine."

It's no wonder that my grandfather easily stopped giving people acupuncture and moxibustion. This kind of thing is too mentally draining. It takes full concentration. For two full hours, Song Yaoyao now only needs to think about things, and her head is like a needle stick.

She desperately needs rest.

In the distance, as soon as Huo Yunque got out of the elevator, he saw Mr. Huo leaning against the wall not far away, looking at him with a smile.

"how?"

He raised his eyebrows and continued to walk in, "What about her?"

Mr. Huo pursed his lips, and narrowed his eyes.

"Well, isn't that so? The little girl looks exhausted and distressed. Look, that boy from the Shen family doesn't even want his grandfather, and stares at the slender figure, don't say it, These two are standing together, and it's quite... hey, where are you going? I haven't finished talking yet!"

Mr. Huo stretched his neck and was happy to see his son walking very fast.

"I'm still pretending to be with Laozi, but you're pretending!"

When I see a young man beside a little girl who is courting, isn't it urgent?

With his hands behind his back, he found a nurse and asked which floor Old Shen was on, and went slowly.

This junior's matter, let the junior solve it by himself.

Son, come on!

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Huo Yunque didn't think about the richness of Mr. Huo's mind. He saw Song Yaoyao squatting by the wall, her little face as white as paper, a small ball, as if her heart had been pricked by a needle.

Thin lips pursed tightly, listening to Shen Xun say: "Can you still go? Let me hug you and take a rest?"

"Song Yaoyao."

He suddenly spoke up.

Shen Xun's back was obviously stiff for a moment, and then quickly relaxed, standing up as if nothing was wrong to greet Huo Yunque.

"Hello."

Huo Yunque nodded slightly, strode in front of Song Yaoyao, and looked down at her, "It's only been so long, you've tossed yourself like this, and you want to get an injection again?"

He knew what Song Yaoyao was most afraid of, and he just said this to scare her so that she wouldn't work so hard.

Song Yaoyao's muscles twitched, and she can still remember that feeling to this day.

She pursed her lips, opened her arms towards Huo Yunque, and dragged her voice coquettishly, "Brother, hug~"

"walk on my own."

Having said that, the man still bent over and hugged her.

Song Yaoyao shook her feet and hummed, "I'm tired~ I can't walk~"

Shen Xun put his hands in his pockets and stepped back, his eyes darkened.

Huo Yunque tutted, "You still know you're tired?"

The little girl who is usually delicate and has a little pain and illness can cry like she wants to flood the mountains. Now, instead, his face is white, and he has forcibly endured it.

Song Yaoyao drilled into Huo Yunque's arms, found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

The little hand waved, "Shen Xun, my brother and I are leaving first, and I will come back tomorrow."

Huo Yunque's footsteps paused slightly, "Is it coming tomorrow?"

A chill filled his body, and his tone became cold.

Song Yaoyao hesitated, weakly, "I definitely want it..."

When she said these words, she felt that the air around her was about to freeze into ice.

Shen Xun pursed his lower lip, looked at the back of the man holding the little girl and strode away, followed two steps, and said solemnly, "Song Yaoyao, thank you—"

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