Chapter 568

"But……"

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

The crimson color caught Song Yaoyao's eyes, and she nodded lightly.

is very beautiful.

Even with it, she was also curious about what the former owner of this bracelet looked like.

Should be pretty, right? From Huo Yunque's eyebrows, you can see one or two. And her name, Ashu.

Shu: Beauty.

Song Yaoyao suddenly had an urge. She pulled Huo Yunque's sleeves and bowed his head, "Brother, what does Auntie look like? Isn't she particularly beautiful?"

"You want to see your future mother-in-law so much?"

A joke made Song Yaoyao blush.

She glanced at Huo Yunque and touched the bracelet, "You know I didn't mean that!"

Mr. Huo yawned. He couldn't stay up late when he was old. It was only after nine o'clock in the evening, and he was already sleepy.

But when he heard the topic about his lover, he couldn't help laughing.

"It's not difficult to see your aunt. She loves to record her life and leaves a lot of photos. If you want to see it, I'll send you a few photo albums tomorrow. There are also many photos of Yun Que as a child."

Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, "Is there any photo of my brother making an embarrassment?!"

She was so curious, what was the gentle and elegant Huo Yunque like when he was a child?

Mr. Huo was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He said with emotion: "No, your aunt thinks. But I don't know how this kid looks. He has been like an old man since he was a child. No matter how much he is tossed, he doesn't cry."

"Eh? Isn't that boring?"

People say that children are born to play. If you don't take advantage of the tossing and tossing when you are young, it will not be fun when you grow up.

Who would have thought that Huo Yunque had been like this since he was a child.

"It's quite boring," Mr. Huo smacked his lips, "but there are photos of him with a bare buttocks for a few months, do you want to see them?"

"Wow!"

Song Yaoyao applauded the face and nodded heavily, "Think!"

"Okay, I'll show it to you tomorrow."

After Mr. Huo finished speaking, he walked back to the room with his hands behind his back.

As soon as the people left, there were only two people left here.

"Brother, when you were young—"

Before he could finish speaking, his slender waist was pinched, and the man lowered his head condescendingly, half-smiling, "Want to see it so much? I'll show you enough at night."

Song Yaoyao's legs softened: "..."

Regret now, is it too late?

...

"You, hello."

Huo Tian has been looking at this man from a distance for a long time, watching him sitting in a wheelchair bored, playing with a black lighter carelessly.

The faint blue flame jumped rhythmically with the sound of opening and closing.

"Click."

Song Wenchuan threw on the lighter and lifted his thin eyelids lightly.

The man's eyes are distant, as if looking at her through the endless darkness. It hit her soul in an instant, making Huo Tian so nervous that she even forgot to breathe.

"I, my name is Huo Tian," she introduced herself with a blushing face, "excuse me, may I know your name?"

A layer of water light gradually appeared in her eyes, looking at him expectantly and nervously.

Song Wenchuan had seen such eyes many times. He was leaning lazily in the wheelchair, and even the veins and veins of his thin palms were clearly visible.

The thin lips parted lightly with a smile, and in Huo Tian's heartbeat, she suddenly poured a basin of cold water, "Sorry, no."

Before Huo Tian came, he had imagined countless possibilities. But he never expected that Song Wenchuan would be so disrespectful.

Her eyes turned red all of a sudden, "I-I know you are Song Yaoyao's brother, and your surname is Song."