Chapter 541

Ding--

The phone on the bed vibrated.

Song Yaoyao exhaled and opened it slowly.

Seeing the conversation on the phone, the temperature on her face that had dropped, warmed up again.

And there is a trend of getting hotter.

Rou Rou: [Hey hey jpg]

Rourou: Baby, have you seen the gift? Like it?

Rourou: Trust my vision! No matter how cold and abstinent your brother Huo is, he will definitely turn into a beast when he sees you wearing this!

Rourou: [You know what I mean.jpg]

Rou Rou: The weather and the right place, and now it's time to send people! Be brave, baby, come on!

Rourou: Think about it, your brother Huo is so hooked, even my aunt, a married woman, can't take her eyes off the hook when she sees your brother Huo smiling. If it were replaced by those unmarried little girls, I am afraid that the soul will be lost!

Rou Rou: Get stamped and enjoy!

Rou Rou: But be sure to take protective measures, I love you~[啵啵·jpg]

"Snapped!"

Song Yaoyao hurriedly turned off the phone and put it away.

She patted her face cracklingly, a small face under the light was as bright as the dawn, and the water in her eyes was flowing, as if the pulse was full of affection.

She probably didn't even know how attractive she was.

Tang Xinrou's words irritated Song Yaoyao. Every time she went out with Huo Yunque, there were always girls who peeked at her brother from behind and even tried to take pictures secretly!

Song Yaoyao believed that as long as they were given a chance, someone would definitely jump up without hesitation.

There will never be a shortage of such people in this world.

She bit her lip almost dripping blood, took a deep breath, and with desperate courage, pulled off the strap of her bathrobe...

...

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk. ’

‘Tuk Tuk Tuk. ’

Song Yaoyao knocked on the door, but no one answered.

She was stunned for a moment, and her heart began to retreat.

But thinking of her own purpose, she clutched the bathrobe and twisted the door handle with a gritted teeth.

'click-'

The door opened.

Today, Huo Yunque's room door is never locked, in order to prevent her from being afraid when she occasionally sleeps at night and sneaking over.

Now, it is convenient for Song Yaoyao.

Boom, boom, boom...

Every step is like stepping on the heart, and the heartbeat fluctuates violently.

Her throat was so dry, her face was red and her head was dizzy.

Before coming, she drank half the bottle of red wine...

Now the taste of drinking is surging, Song Yao pursed her lips, and felt resentful in her heart.

Who said that wine is cowardly? Not reliable at all!

She's still so scared...

The room was quiet, and she looked at the bed for the first time.

The big dark blue bed was laid flat and there was no trace of sleep. Under the warm yellow wall lamp, there are a few cute and cute little dolls.

It was brought here by Song Yaoyao, and he said, "Brother, your room is too dull, I'll add some light to you!"

Huo Yunque naturally followed her.

There are traces of her everywhere, her little slippers by the bed, and a light pink china cup beside the white bone china water cup.

That's hers.

And the book on the bedside table: "The Director's Self-cultivation"

It was one of her must-read books every night.

Song Yaoyao kicked off her slippers and walked inside on the fluffy carpet, which used to be velvety. After she moved in, she changed to this.

Since she always likes to run around barefoot, a furry rug is obviously better to the touch.

On the sofa was the little blanket she used to use, as well as a coat that I forgot to take away from here last time.

Look--

She is like an arrogant and unreasonable intruder, domineeringly dyed this bedroom that once exuded rigor and desolation, bit by bit, domineering with her own breath.