Chapter 41 Aircraft War

Huo Yunque squeezed his brows, walked inside, and answered casually, "I picked it up on the road."

As soon as he walked away, Song Yaoyao, who was hiding behind him, had nowhere to hide.

Compared with Huo Yunque, Mr. Huo's personality is obviously much more cordial. He smiled and waved to Song Yaoyao, and said kindly, "Come here, little girl, come here, what's your name?"

He asked curiously, and glanced at his cold-faced son with a half-smile.

Mr. Huo didn't think his son was so warm-hearted, let alone pick up a little girl and bring it back, even if someone died right under his nose, he didn't even take a look at it.

"Grandpa, my name is Song Yaoyao! A thin and thin Yaoyao~"

Song Yaoyao dragged the strap of her schoolbag and walked over in small steps, obediently squatting beside him and smiling.

"Song Yaoyao? Fairy lady? Good name, good name!" Master Huo laughed loudly, his expression suddenly stiffened, and after thinking about it, "Wait a minute—Song? Are you from Song Rui's family?"

Song Yaoyao bent her eyes and nodded, "Well, yes."

She didn't call her father, and Mr. Huo didn't notice her resistance to the Song family.

He just frowned slightly, but soon laughed again, as if nothing had happened.

"I remember that the Song family is a pair of twin sisters. Are you an elder sister or a younger sister?" Mr. Huo looked at Song Yaoyao, the little girl had thick eyebrows and big eyes, her skin was white and transparent, and it was endearingly tight.

"It's my sister, grandpa."

Song Yaoyao replied obediently.

When Mr. Huo found out that she was talking, he would look at each other attentively and listen carefully. A pair of jet-black pupils were clean and clear, and under his exploratory gaze, there was no evasion.

"Ouch, so cute!"

Mr. Huo smiled, and his affection for Song Yaoyao soared.

Almost forgot Huo Yunque's existence, he pulled Song Yaoyao to pick up his game console and asked, "Little girl, have you played this before? There are a lot of games in it, which Ning Xi brought to me last time, but it was fun. ."

"No, I've only seen my brother play before."

Song Yaoyao also became interested. She seldom touched games. Every time she played games, she was abused. Over time, she became angry and stopped playing.

So, the old and the young found a common topic, and looked at the red game console in their hands together.

There are some old games in it, covering handheld games at home and abroad.

Now they are playing an airplane war game, and they have to control their own planes all the way through the barrier to see who can fly farther.

"Hey, hey, fire it up! The plane is about to hit it!"

【Failed to break through! 】

"oops……"

Song Yaoyao pouted, holding the game console and staring at the frozen game screen on the screen, her plane was shot down.

"Why did it fail again... This game is too difficult to play!!"

This little game looks simple, but it is actually very addictive, especially for a little girl like Song Yaoyao who has not played many games.

She hummed and looked unwillingly at Huo Yunque, who was sitting quietly by the window processing documents.

The other party and her seem to be isolated, forming two worlds.

"Haha! Do you know how good I am now?" Mr. Huo was proud, and took the game console and pointed to the score above, "My score is difficult to surpass!"

Listening to his show, Song Yaoyao felt even sadder.

She pursed her lips and turned her head, "Brother, can you play airplane wars?"