Chapter 45 Why Don't You Let Go of Your Hand

Countless lights and shadows flew from the car window, and the car with excellent sound insulation was extremely quiet.

The little girl pursed her lips, her dark eyelashes trembling.

The pink and white face looks like a suet jade, and like a fluffy pink and tender peach, making people want to try and take a bite to see if the sweet juice can be exuded.

When vision disappears, perception becomes more pronounced.

Song Yaoyao felt the change in the airflow, something was approaching her face little by little. She held her breath all of a sudden, thinking that he shouldn't be so cruel, right?

Of course—

The next moment, she was stunned.

The hand rested on her cheek and scratched lightly. The temperature of the fingertips was slightly cold, and the imagined pain did not come.

"Brother?" She opened her eyes blankly, tears still flashing in her eyes.

Soft and cute.

The man's index finger bent slightly, rubbing the water stain off her cheek.

As the Adam's apple rolled, a low hoarse voice escaped, "I don't like bullying children."

So, stop crying.

His melodious voice was as calm as always, but the stars in Song Yaoyao's eyes shone brightly, and when something hit his eyes, endless sparks burst out.

She raised her small face, and through the weak light, her eyes swept across his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, and the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on his thin lips.

In hindsight, what did you realize—

"what!!"

There was a bang in my ear, and fireworks that represented excitement burst open, and my mind went blank.

When she reacted, she had already rushed up quickly, her tone full of smugness.

"Brother is distressed for me, right? Right, right, right~"

The girl's voice was soft and waxy, as if choking on honey, and her whole body exuded the scent of sweet peach.

Huo Yunque was so shaken that he couldn't sit still, he frowned, and lowered his eyes calmly and self-sufficiently. The little girl looked like a koala, and was coquettishly coquettish at him.

Measure in inch-

"Tsk..."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head back slightly, "Song Yaoyao, come down."

"Don't don't!"

In front of Huo Yunque, Song Yaoyao's naive comparison, she shook her head happily, her eyes flashed with unnoticeable little pride and possessiveness.

"Can't get down?" Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes.

Song Yaoyao tightened her hands, shook her head with a smile, and rubbed her small head against his broad shoulders, "No! Unless my brother promises me something~" She quietly sniffed the cool, snow-like aura that was unique to men. A heart of contentment.

In fact, Song Yaoyao has her own small calculations, and she has decided that when Huo Yunque has agreed to her, she will take the opportunity to ask Huo Yunque for his contact information.

The personal kind!

I'm so smart! Song Yaoyao secretly snapped her fingers in her heart!

However--

The next second, lift her whole up and put her on your lap.

This time, Song Yaoyao's back froze, she was nestled in Huo Yunque's arms, like a large doll.

The man admired the little girl's shocked face with all his time, and raised his lips in a light voice, "I don't like others negotiating conditions with me. Since you like it, then sit down—"

Very quiet inside the car.

Song Yaoyao blinked slowly, her back stiff.

a long time……

"Brother, brother..."

This is not right.

What she wanted was to go step by step and let the other party get to know her a little bit first.

This is so wrong! ! -

"Um?"

Huo Yunque nodded, earnestly, "Uncomfortable? Then change your posture?"

There was no fluctuation in his voice, his temperament was elegant, and his attitude was calm. It seems that he is really holding a lifeless doll in his arms, and he has no thoughts at all.

Song Yaoyao froze in his arms and didn't dare to move. She tugged at his shirt with her little hand, crying in her heart.

How to do? What the fuck is this?

Well, is she taking the initiative? Brother, why doesn't he play cards according to common sense!

Woohoo, brother, he's so scary!

I am dead.

*

The car drove safely to the door of the Song family villa, the door was closed, and the villa was brightly lit, but no one came out to check.

Huo Qi put down the hand ringing the doorbell and scolded: Damn, are these people deaf?

"Sir?" He bent over and knocked on the car window, "There seems to be no one in the Song family."

But if that's the case, it's just a lie. The lights inside are bright, and there is a high probability that they are pretending to be dead!

Huo Qi couldn't see at all, separated by a glass, his pure-hearted gentleman was holding a little girl in his arms.

The little girl dragged his shirt and cried with a sad face, and asked tremblingly, "Brother, brother... Can I come down? I'm home."

Huo Yunque took time to tidy up, "Of course you can."

Song Yaoyao was relieved, and if she sat down again, she couldn't take it anymore.

While thinking, she released her little hand and prepared to slide down, but——

Soon she froze, the big hand wrapped around her slender waist, motionless.

Song Yaoyao: "...Brother."

She blushed and dripped blood, her eyes twinkling.

Huo Yunque's thin lips pulled slowly, trying to laugh or not, "Huh? Why don't you go down?"

Song Yaoyao stared at his deep eyes and looked at him, embarrassed and wished to dig a slit to get in. Her eyes flashed and she reminded in a low voice, "Brother, your hand..." is still on my waist.

"Oh."

Huo Yunque didn't lift his eyelids, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his mouth was in response, and his body remained motionless.

Huo Qi waited outside for a long time, rang the doorbell several times, but no one came to open the door.

It was only seven o'clock in the evening, it was dinner time, and he didn't believe that there was no one in the Song family.

But now, the neglect of Song Yaoyao is real.

He frowned, his eyes cold.

Although I have always heard about it and know that the Song family is biased, this bias is too much, right? But come back a little late, even the door is not allowed to enter?

Song Jingwan was sitting at the dining table eating dinner, her eyes flashed when she heard the sound of the car, she bit her chopsticks and asked, "Are you coming back?"

Song Wenchuan was about to stand up when he heard the words.

"Bang!"

Song Rui slapped the table with a sullen face, "Sit down and eat! If you don't go home after school, run out and play crazy! Just let her stay outside and reflect on it!"

Zhou Manli didn't lift her head, her tone was cold, "If you don't teach her a lesson, she'll forget her surname."

Song Wenchuan frowned, "It's cold outside."

"She can't freeze to death!"

Zhou Manli took a sip of the soup, and there was no sign of concern on her face, "If anyone dares to go out to pick her up, just stand outside with her!"

Song Jingwan bit her lip, pulled Song Wenchuan's sleeve, and whispered, "Brother, don't make your parents angry, we'll see you later..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Wenchuan had already stood up and strode towards the door.

"Achuan! Stop for me!"

"Stinky boy!"

Song Jingwan lowered her eyes, looked at her hand that was thrown away, and smiled slowly.

Sure enough, as long as Song Yaoyao was still there for one day, his brother's love would be divided into two parts.

She won't give it to that unlucky ghost!

*

The door was opened, and Song Wenchuan, wearing a fleece sweater, came out.

"How about graceful?"

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