Chapter 350 You Can't Pinch Men's Ears

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When a soft little thing suddenly jumped out from under the desk and landed on his lap, Huo Yunque: "..."

He was slightly stunned, and slammed into the little girl's bright eyes.

She grinned, showing her snow-white teeth, and she was full of vigor.

He raised his hands high, holding a big bright red apple in the palm of his hand, "Brother! Happy Christmas Eve! Be safe!"

After being stunned, an uncontrollable smile spread.

"Ah……"

The laughter emanating from the chest, low-pitched and magnetic, slowly permeated the quiet office.

He took the apple with his big palm and pulled her into his arms with a slight force with the other hand.

"only one?"

Song Yaoyao blushed, and nodded naturally around his neck, "Only brother has it~~"

A trivial special treatment made the smile in the man's eyes deepen.

He stood up suddenly, startling Song Yaoyao.

"Yeah!! Brother, don't move!!"

She hung on Huo Yunque's body like a koala, shaky.

The man's arms circled directly around her, supported her legs, and hugged her with one arm like a child, and walked around the desk towards the rest area.

"elder brother……"

Song Yaoyao rested her chin on his shoulder, sniffing the good perfume on him, "Brother, you smell good, what perfume is it? I want to use it too~"

The little girl was chattering, and her mouth would not rest at all.

It was really hard for her to be able to hold it under the desk for so long just now.

Huo Yunque patted her and whispered, "Sit down."

"Oh--"

Song Yaoyao pouted, her dark eyes rolled around, and her little hands began to climb up restlessly.

Finally, he quickly pinched the man's earlobe.

A strange electric current passed through.

The man frowned and his voice fell, "Song Yaoyao."

Song Yaoyao immediately became nervous, "Yes!"

Anyway, Song Yaoyao decided that if Huo Yunque was angry and blamed her, she would—

"Do you know if you can just pinch a man's ear? Huh?"

"Huh?" Song Yaoyao didn't expect this answer, "Why? What would happen if you pinched it?" She was curious and shook her feet.

Huo Yunque put her on the sofa. The little girl was small and sank into the soft sofa, like a doll.

His long arms rested on the armrest, his back was slightly arched, and he looked down at her.

The voice was deep and magnetic, "If you squeeze it, it's going to—forget it."

Song Yaoyao was nervous, but when the other party gave her such a sentence, Song Yaoyao instantly became angry.

"Brother! How can you do this!"

"uh-huh?"

The man occupied the other sofa by himself, took the fruit plate and started to peel the apples.

Song Yaoyao opened his mouth, and was attracted by Huo Yunque's actions.

She rarely sees Huo Yunque doing these trivial things, but in fact, even when he does this kind of thing, he has a casual, calm and calm aura. This made his movements look particularly beautiful, with the slightly protruding phalanx from holding the fruit knife, and the slender fingers holding the apple. His palms are thin, with well-defined joints, and the whole hand is like God's most exquisite masterpiece.

If you take a picture and send it out, you can definitely make those hand-controlled patients so excited!

"Crack-"

Song Yaoyao quickly took a photo, and when Huo Yunque looked at her, she put the phone in her pocket and patted it cutely.