Chapter 455

But sometimes he speaks in a straight line, like a little adult. Occasionally commits an axis, like a child.

Uncle Zhang snorted, "It's not... I'm counting, I guess it will take more than half an hour."

Huo Yunque's complexion instantly sank, and he reprimanded in a low voice, "Nonsense!"

A person who is obviously so afraid of pain, playing wildly outside on a cold day, really catches a cold and the one who suffers in the end is herself.

"Yes, yes," Uncle Zhang heard Huo Yunque's anger, he nodded again and again, "I'm not optimistic about Miss Song."

"It has nothing to do with you, she is excited, who can see it?"

Especially Uncle Zhang, who treats Song Yaoyao as a child's favorite, what she wants, if Huo Yunque hadn't repeatedly ordered not to give Song Yaoyao a lot of sweets, I'm afraid that Song Yaoyao would be fed a mouthful of tooth decay by him.

"I gonna go see."

He put down his glasses and walked out.

Uncle Zhang was startled, and hurriedly chased out with his jacket, "Sir! Jacket! Put on your jacket!"

Huo Yunque took it and put it on his shoulders, "Don't follow."

"Hey--"

Uncle Zhang sighed and persuaded at the top of his voice, "Sir, Miss Song is squeamish, you are older, so please let her be a little bit more, don't kill her!"

He watched the figure walk away and shook his head. As soon as the wind blew, the seams of his bones hurt when it was cold. Uncle Zhang folded his hands into his sleeves and was about to go back.

Yu Guang swept away, suddenly stunned.

The car was covered with a thick layer of snow, and it was estimated that it would take some time to come back.

"This, this... someone! Where's the young master? He's back?"

Just now, he had been below, and he did not hear the sound of going upstairs.

Uncle Zhang rubbed his frozen face and called a servant over.

"This... Uncle Zhang, the young master didn't come in at all when he came back, and went straight to the small garden."

"small garden?!"

Uncle Zhang lost his voice, stomped his feet angrily, and couldn't see Huo Yunque's figure when he stood on tiptoe, "What is this all about?!"

At first, when I didn't like Miss Song, I felt bored even looking at her one more time.

Now Miss Song doesn't like it, and the young master is thinking about it.

But the problem is-

Faced with Mr., where is his chance of winning?

Song Yaoyao was tired, and Huo Ningxi's words woke her up. She rolled a big chubby snowball on the ground, and rolled a smaller one as her head.

When Huo Yunque came, he saw the little girl squatting in front of a huge snowman from a distance, not knowing what she was doing.

His thin lips raised a shallow arc, but when his eyes fell to her side, the smile in his eyes faded.

The deep eyes became dark and unclear.

"Ho Ningxi?"

His tone was sloppy and casual, and there was only a little interest in his voice.

Huo Ningxi squatted beside Song Yaoyao, and was about to reach out and poke the snowman when Song Yaoyao beat him mercilessly.

She glanced at him vigilantly, "Don't touch my snowman!"

"Tsk—"

Huo Ningxi twitched his lips and looked at Song Yaoyao's facial features digging at the snowman. The more he pulled it, the uglier he became. He could vaguely see that it was a human figure. He asked, "Song Yaoyao, who are you stacking?"

"It's not you anyway." Song Yaoyao replied without looking back.

"Hey—I don't want it to be me either! Such an ugly snowman—" Huoningxi was disgusted.

Song Yaoyao shrugged indifferently, and finally made it well. She took off the scarf around her neck and wrapped it around the snowman's neck with a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't be selfish."

"you……"

Huoningxi became angry, "It's better!"