Chapter 382 Miss Song Needs Your Solution

Huo Yunque untied his cuffs, passed Uncle Zhang, and walked in quickly.

In his very light tone, there was a hidden concern.

Uncle Zhang was accustomed to it, and he happily took the umbrella and followed, "Actually, it didn't take long, I just thought that you should be home by about this time, so I waited outside for a few minutes. It's snowing heavily, look. It seems like a long time, but it's only a short while."

The two look alike.

The hall was silent, and the huge space showed a feeling of splendor but extraordinarily lonely.

The servants have been sent to rest.

Only this old man, for several years, always has to wait for his master to come back.

Huo Yunque pinched his eyebrows, "Is something wrong?"

"It's not a big deal. Tonight, Miss Song seems to have eaten less rice than usual, and she didn't make a fuss about dessert at night. She is young, smart, and her mind is a little heavy. If you have time, Mr. Song, go to accompany Miss Song. Talk, open and solve. After all, in Huo's house, she will only listen to you. "

Huo Yunque's footsteps going upstairs paused, and then nodded calmly.

"understood."

It's just that the pace is a little faster than usual.

Uncle Zhang looked back and smiled. He folded his hands in his sleeves and squinted happily.

The husband is cold-hearted and warm-hearted, and the two often do not see each other. If he came back so late every night, wouldn't the two of them not even have the time to speak?

As time goes by, I am afraid that it will not be interfered by people with intentions!

This will not work!

But the old man said, he recognizes Miss Song one, and he doesn't recognize the others!

Uncle Zhang must take a good look at the jail!

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At ten o'clock, Song Yaoyao did not sleep.

She is writing questions.

For her, brushing questions = bad mood.

In fact, she didn't know why she was in a bad mood, but she was a little annoyed.

The words she said in the hospital during the day were indeed her true words, but that did not mean that she could really let go.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, and she quickly dropped her pen and ran to open the door.

The man's black suit jacket also had water stains, which were formed by melting snow. He was standing outside the door with a chill all over him.

The broad chest and tall physique give people an absolute sense of security.

Song Yaoyao didn't stop for a second, and threw herself into the man's arms.

"Brother! You're back~"

The little girl's voice was extremely soft, with a slightly nasal tone, making her more squeamish.

Something hit the heart.

Huo Yunque slightly pulled her away, "I'm cold."

"No!" Song Yaoyao seemed to suffer from skin hunger and thirst. She couldn't leave the person for a moment, she wrapped it around again, and hugged the man's thin waist tightly, "It's only cool that I want to hug each other, so after a while, It's warm~"

It's just absurd--

Huo Yunque smiled softly, bent down suddenly and picked her up, turned and went to his room.

Song Yaoyao was taken aback, and reached out and climbed on the man's shoulder, "Brother, you..."

Her face was red and her heart was pounding.

"Um?"

The man opened the door with one hand and walked in.

Song Yaoyao has been here a few times, and the furnishings here have basically not changed. The only thing that has changed is probably the book on the bedside.

Far away, she couldn't see clearly.

I just feel that the cover seems to have changed from those thick and well-known tones to a very pink color.

Is she wrong?

"Brother why..." Hug me?

She opened her mouth, embarrassed to say it.

Huo Yunque was calm, put her on the big bed, pulled the quilt and wrapped her in it.

crooked? Excuse me, did you vote for Brin today?