Chapter 599 Mr. Huo Is Ready to Eat

She rolled her eyes, bright and sweet, like a cat dozing off in the sun.

Soft.

The corners of Huo Yunque's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were dark.

"I'm a little hungry."

"Ah...then let's go!"

Just as Song Yaoyao was about to get up, her wrist was held and planted back into the man's broad and hard chest.

"Hmm... brother?" She blinked, and then met the man's increasingly dark eyes. There seemed to be a ferocious beast hiding in the abyss, looking at her with eyes that seemed to swallow her.

A silent tension and charming atmosphere flowed through the room.

Song Yaoyao curled her fingers, blushed slightly, and whispered, "Brother, let's eat first... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly turned over.

She looked up and saw the man's handsome and gentle face, and the small crystal chandelier above his head.

The low-pitched voice was particularly demagogic, and it sounded low in the ear, gentle and swaying.

"Thank you for the reminder, then now, Mr. Huo is going to start 'dinner'--"

Song Yaoyao's heartbeat skipped half a beat in an instant.

...

In the dream, Song Yaoyao turned into a fish, a fish thrown into a pot to cook.

Toss and turn, frying one side and frying the other, continuing.

Amid such impatience, she felt that if she continued to fry it, the fish would be ruined.

When I woke up from the dream, it was already afternoon time, and the sunlight shifted.

Song Yaoyao grunted and saw the man sitting beside him reading a book, full of energy. He gritted his little silver teeth angrily, only to think that God is really unfair!

Why is she tired like a dead dog, but he seems to have eaten Shiquan Dabu pills?

The calf was kicked and it didn't hurt.

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and looked through the lens with a smile filled his eyes.

"woke up?"

"Humph!"

Song Yaoyao pouted and twisted her face, indicating that she didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Ah……"

A low smile came from behind, and then, she was picked up and vacated.

The man carried her to the Yuxi room.

"Why are you angry? You are also very... um..."

His mouth was covered, his eyes that couldn't hide his smile looked at the mirror, and he used his eyes to describe her eyebrows through the air.

The eyebrows are delicate and dense, the Qiong nose is upturned, and the tip of the nose glows with a light red. The lips are plump and full, as if a good lip glaze has been applied, and it has its own water light. A pair of most beautiful scorpions were raised at the end of the eyes, and the dark eyes seemed to hide a soft wave, pure and lustful, sultry and invisible.

Song Yaoyao glared at him, "Don't talk!"

Huo Yunque laughed hoarsely.

That laughter was sexy and sweet, and it made people blush more than words. The auricle was numb, as if there was an electric current, Song Yaoyao puffed out her cheeks, "Don't laugh!"

Coquettish and domineering.

Huo Yunque squeezed her cheek, "Open your mouth."

"Well……"

The smell of strawberry-flavored toothpaste permeates the mouth, and the electric toothbrush vibrates slightly.

She squinted and held the toothbrush, staring blankly at the mirror.

The man stood behind her, combing her long silky black hair with a comb. His eyes drooped slightly, his expression serious.

Song Yaoyao's eyes fell on his black shirt and found that Huo Yunque was especially suitable for black.

certainly--

In her impression, Huo Yunque seemed to have no inappropriate clothes. Even when he first saw him, the long gown he wore did not feel any incongruity on him. Some people dress like people who talk cross talk, and some people like to walk birds.

He is the only one who can pierce a kind of romantic and elegant, like a figure walking out of a picture scroll.

Wearing a long shirt is not aimed at anyone! And I also like to talk about cross talk!

If you spray me, then I spray you too

Bah, you little pig!