Chapter 540 Will He Really Like It?

Silently, Song Yaoyao was startled.

She covered her face with a guilty conscience, her eyes flickered, but she didn't dare to look at Uncle Zhang's face.

His head hung down, for fear that Uncle Zhang would see the clues.

Uncle Zhang looked at his nose, nose at his heart, and said with a smile: "I'll see what else you need, all the guests are gone?"

"Well, yes, just left."

Song Yaoyao nodded again and again, very obedient.

She was fidgeting, her back straight.

"That's good. Miss Song has worked hard today. Go back to the room to rest early. If you need anything, just ring the bell."

Song Yaoyao agreed, and seeing that Uncle Zhang was about to leave, he suddenly stopped him, "Uncle Zhang, that—"

"Huh? Is there anything else?"

Uncle Zhang looked at Song Yaoyao lovingly and asked softly.

"Cough, no, nothing..."

Song Yaoyao felt that her throat was about to smoke. She lowered her head and pinched her fingers, and said, "Uncle Zhang, you should rest early, too. Good night."

"Miss Song, good night."

Uncle Zhang really thinks that Song Yaoyao is very good-looking, approachable, and very polite.

He very much agreed with what Mr. Huo said. If the old lady was still alive, she would definitely love Miss Song more than anyone else.

Because she is so cute!

Soon, only the cleaning servants were left in the hall, and Uncle Zhang didn't know what to arrange.

She clenched her fists and walked on the same hands and feet.

Almost tripped.

"Hey, Miss Song! Do you want me to take you upstairs? Have you been drinking?"

Fortunately, the servant next to her quickly supported her and asked worriedly.

"No, no need."

Song Yaoyao shook her head, but when she heard the servant's words, her eyes lit up, as if being reminded, she grabbed the other's hand suddenly.

Startled the maid.

Song Yaoyao said anxiously, "Is there still wine?"

"Wine, wine?"

The servant didn't understand that the dinner was over, so what did Miss Song want to drink at this time.

But as the future mistress of Huo's house, the current half master. All her requests will naturally be met.

"Yes, wait a moment, I'll fetch it for you."

"Oh, alright."

Song Yaoyao took a deep breath, looked at her back, and reminded, "Bring me a bottle, I'll be useful!"

"Okay, Miss Song."

...

Song Yaoyao took a bottle of red wine from the servant, thanked her, and walked towards the stairs calmly.

When others couldn't see her expression, her calm appearance instantly collapsed. A pair of jet-black and bright eyeballs slid around, like a thief, carrying the wine into his arms and hugging them with a knitted sweater.

When passing by the door of Huo Yunque, he ran past in a flash.

For fear that the door beside him would suddenly open and the other party would grab him.

inside the room.

It was late at night, and everything was silent.

The snow outside the window has long stopped, and the bright moonlight is like a veil, covering the crystal snow, reflecting a pale silver.

Song Yaoyao bit her fingers nervously, looking at the purple gift box on the bed.

Inside the box is a 'birthday gift' given to her by Tang Xinrou.

The girl wore a pink fleece bathrobe, with a pair of straight calves extending from the hem. Her tangled face, kneeling beside the bed, was steaming like a freshly baked bun.

Is your brother resting now?

Does he seem drunk?

Will he really like it when he dresses like this?

She eats at Huo's house, lives in Huo's house, and really can't bring anything good for her brother. Even the pair of rings was not a famous brand, but she found a platinum plain ring custom-made by a famous craftsman, and only engraved their initials on the inside of the ring.

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