Chapter 392 Why Are You Here

His voice was calm, and in his eyes there was a gentle tolerance that only appeared when facing Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao didn't move, ignored Huo Yunque for the first time, and stared at Song Wenchuan blankly.

"What's wrong? Don't know?"

Song Wenchuan smiled softly, he turned his head, and asked Huo Yunque, "Mr. Huo, can I borrow the office? Don't worry, I won't touch anything in your office. Or—I can take her out too."

Song Yaoyao finally regained her senses, but she was still a little stunned.

She blinked and looked at Huo Yunque.

Huo Yunque was rather straightforward, he stood up, dropped his chess pieces, walked to Song Yaoyao, and stood still.

He wiped away the tears from her cheeks with his slightly calloused fingers, helplessly, "Why are you crying again? Delicate." He patted her on the head, like an elder instructed, "Calm down, eh?"

Song Yaoyao was apprehensive and looked at Song Wenchuan timidly, feeling flustered for the first time.

She wanted to get close to Song Wenchuan, but she was a little scared.

But Song Wenchuan didn't know why, as if he hadn't seen her in several lifetimes, his expression was focused, and his doting eyes made Song Yaoyao want to rush into his arms and cry.

The corner of his clothes was grabbed, and Huo Yunque laughed.

Thin lips hooked lightly, "Be good, I'll wait for you outside."

He squeezed the little girl's little white hands, pulled her away, and walked out of the office quickly.

The door closed quickly.

There was silence in the office, only Song Yaoyao and Song Wenchuan were left.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Song Wenchuan's eyes, he sighed, and opened his arms towards Song Yaoyao.

The tone is natural, intimate and familiar.

Where is the indifference in the hospital?

"Why do you still cry so much? Come here and let my brother hug-"

Song Yaoyao's eyes were sore, and she was extremely flustered. She cried out with a 'wow', rushed into Song Wenchuan's arms and hugged his waist tightly, choked with despair and asked, "Why are you here too!"

Such a familiar temperament, and the look in her eyes.

And when he was bored, he liked to play his favorite tunes silently with his fingers, all of which made Song Yaoyao very familiar.

Apart from her own brother, there is no one else!

Song Yaoyao was out of breath crying, the man leaned back in the chair with a smile, and his thin palms had dense needle eyes, and he fondly combed her soft long hair with his fingers.

As usual.

"Hey, I cry so much, but how can I be relieved?" Song Wenchuan laughed and teased, "So, I'm sleeping well at home, but I was summoned by some crybaby?"

"you--"

Song Yaoyao burst into tears, "Really? Just sleeping?"

"Otherwise?" Song Wenchuan raised his eyebrows, "Silly girl, what are you thinking about? If your brother and I die, what will happen to your parents? It's you, where is this place? The world in your dreams? Or—"

"do not know."

Song Yaoyao wiped away her tears, and the red mole on her wrist became more vivid after the tears were washed away.

She pursed her lips, "I woke up here, you may not believe it, I may live in a book..."

Song Yaoyao twitched, and the crying Song Wenchuan felt a pain in her heart.

He stroked Song Yaoyao's black hair and sighed contentedly in his arms, "As expected, Mrs. Shi didn't lie to me, our little baby is still alive and well..."

"Master? Master Mingxin?"

Song Wenchuan smiled but didn't say a word. He narrowed his eyes, his eyes became more and more sloppy, but he still insisted.

The hand that caressed Song Yaoyao's long hair was getting duller, of course he wouldn't tell Song Yaoyao.

For that illusory possibility, the home has been tossed into a large altar.

"elder brother?"

The hand dropped suddenly, and the shoulder sank.

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