Chapter 627: Strong Ability
He decided not to speak in front of Brother Xun all day today!
So, the world is finally quiet.
Shen Xun pursed his lips silently and stepped upstairs.
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"banquet?"
Song Yaoyao took the invitation curiously, "Grandpa Shen's birthday? I will definitely be there! By the way, how is Grandpa Shen's body?"
"Very good," Shen Xun nodded lightly, his eyes flickered on her increasingly charming little face.
"That's good," Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and turned over the invitation card, "Then does Grandpa Shen like anything in particular?"
The spring sunshine fell on the girl's small face like a warm jade, and her eyelashes trembled like a crow feather.
She slowly nodded her lips, as if thinking.
Shen Xun hooked his lips, "No, your presence here is the best gift for grandpa."
"..." Song Yaoyao rolled his eyes at him, "I believe you are a ghost!"
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"Miss Song is worried about gifts? Did you receive the invitation too?"
Uncle Zhang was cheerful, watching Song Yaoyao holding a teacup and thinking hard since he came back, looking very cute.
"Yeah!" Song Yaoyao held her cheeks, "Grandpa Shen treats me very well, and I don't know what his old man likes, so I can just do what I like."
She patted her purse, preferably within her budget.
"There are actually better options."
Uncle Zhang blinked mysteriously, "When Mr. comes back, let Mr. take you to pick."
"Huh? What?"
"Haha!" Facing Song Yaoyao's question, Uncle Zhang sold out, "You should ask Mr.! By the way, Mr. should be back."
He looked down at his watch and smiled like an old fox.
While he was talking, there was a sound of brakes outside the door.
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, and the person was like a small whirlwind, blowing past Uncle Zhang and rushing out the door quickly.
"Brother~"
The man who had just got out of the car opened his arms naturally, and the girl slammed into his arms and hugged his waist intimately.
"Brother came back very early today!"
"not good?"
Song Yaoyao gave him a sideways glance, hooked his fingers and shook it lightly, "Brother is asking!"
Huo Yunque chuckled, "Send the document to the study."
"Yes."
Huo Qi leaned over slightly, smiled at Song Yaoyao, and took the lead in entering the door.
Song Yaoyao adorned Huo Yunque's side, like a small tail, chattering about what she saw and heard during the day.
Most are very boring topics.
It even includes a few stray cats on the road, being fed by kind people, and one of the orange cats is particularly round and so on...
In the company, he listened to either financial statements or quarterly analysis. The man in charge was like an ordinary boyfriend at this time, listening to his little girlfriend and talking about it, even without any rules.
One second is talking about this topic, the next second may become something else.
Huo Yunque pushed the hair from her forehead behind her ear and hooked her lips, "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Uncle Zhang's eyes were filled with relief.
In the past, I always felt that although their husband was capable, he was too impersonal. It is said that the heights are too cold, and there are too few people who can accompany him.
But now with Song Yaoyao, everything is different.
If we talk about the previous Huo Mansion, it is a well-behaved, old black and white photo. So now, it is full of color, and even the simplest daily conversations are endowed with oil paintings with a strong personal color.
Song Yaoyao scratched her cheeks and suddenly forgot, "By the way, where did I just say?"
Huo Yunque was startled, and then helplessly laughed.