Chapter 39 Ten Minutes of Cold War

"Brother!!" The little girl widened her eyes and looked at him accusingly, "You are going too far! I want to fight with you for ten minutes!"

Song Yaoyao snorted coldly, put her arms around her chest, and was angry like a puffer fish.

The whole person was far away from Huo Yunque's side, eager to squeeze into the gap against the door.

Huo Qi shrank his neck and looked down at his watch, thinking that this place is too far away, why not?

Huo Yunque: "..."

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Yaoyao, who was autistic, and opened the document again with his eyes lowered.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The little girl who thought she would be noisy again after a few seconds was always quiet. Turning his head and stubbornly looking out the window, the light and shadow of the street lamp seemed to flicker by.

And Huo Yunque was not used to it.

He frowned, and when Huo Qi thought that the two would be deadlocked forever, he seemed to accept his fate, "Song Yaoyao."

The little girl directly covered her ears with her hands, making a gesture of not listening to the bastard chanting scriptures.

The headlights exuded a warm orange light, and the man's voice was magnetic and hoarse in the dark night, and it was a bit delusional, "Want to go to the hospital with me?"

Song Yaoyao suddenly turned her head, pursed her lips, and said nothing. A pair of black eyes like cat pupils stared straight at him.

Huo Yunque hooked his lips, "If you want to go, say it."

If you don't say it, you won't have a chance.

He is a qualified hunter, simply throwing the bait, the little thing will stumble into the trap.

Song Yaoyao pouted, lowered her head and pinched her fingers, "Think about it."

But thinking of Huo Yunque's words, she felt resentful, "But aren't you going to take me home? It's almost there." The more she talked, the more depressed she felt, and the grievances all over her body seemed to be turned into reality.

Huo Yunque coughed lowly, this little girl is really stingy.

"Then turn around, Huo Qi-"

Huo Qi was shocked, and controlled himself not to look back curiously, while letting the driver turn around and return to the hospital.

When Song Yaoyao saw that the car really turned around at the intersection ahead, she felt better again. She frowned, trying her best not to laugh.

But the arc of cherry lips that kept evoking revealed her mood.

Huo Yunque is not in the mood to read the document now, so he just throws it away and doesn't look at her, "Aren't the cold war anymore?"

"Puchi-"

After this sentence, Song Yaoyao couldn't help it at all. Her eyes curled up, and she quickly rushed over to hug Huo Yunque's arm.

"What is my brother talking about? When did I say something about the Cold War? You must have heard it wrong, brother!" She refused to admit it.

And go to the hospital to see the old man, rounding up is to see the parents~

She was delighted and smiled.

Feel the fluffy little head, constantly arching and arching over his shoulders. It felt like there was an invisible little claw scratching and scratching in his heart.

Huo Yunque twitched his arm, but did not pull it out. The little girl is quite strong, he is not surprised.

She turned her body slightly and put her index finger on her forehead to push the person away a little.

To laugh or not to laugh, the voice is low.

"Liar liar."

The tone seemed flat, but there was an imperceptible indulgence in it.

Song Yaoyao's image became glorious in Huo Qi's heart at this time. From arrogant to giant arrogant, now he has become a god!

Sure enough, never try to figure out what your husband thinks, especially the gentleman next to Song Yaoyao!

"Yes, yes, I'm a liar~"

A liar who specializes in deceiving you.