Chapter 741 I Will Feel Bad when I'm Hungry

Song Yaoyao put on her clothes, narrowed her eyes, and threw the quilt back with force.

"Brother, get up, I'll take you out for a walk!"

On her jade-like face, there is still a red glow that has not faded away, and it looks like she has been painted with rouge, which is charming and charming.

"Well...but I'm tired."

Huo Yunque turned slightly to the side, resting his forehead lazily on the bed.

Song Yaoyao pouted, "What! I'm obviously tired, okay?"

"Oh? Why don't you just stay in the room and rest."

The man lowered his voice and suggested with a chuckle.

Song Yaoyao shook his head quickly.

"No!" She stared at her round eyes, "It's not safe to be in the same room with you!"

She is firmly against it!

and--

She's about to starve to death, okay?

"Hurry up, hurry up~ There is a Yue Lao Temple on this small island. Everyone said it is very spiritual, and the night view at night is very beautiful. Brother, let's go to see it together!"

Song Yaoyao rushed over and dragged him.

Huo Yunque's phoenix eyes narrowed into long and narrow lines, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his hoarse smile spread, which was extraordinarily sexy.

He lay on the bed, the thin blanket slipped off his stomach.

In addition to the marks left by various previous injuries, there are also a little red marks on the upper body.

Despite Song Yaoyao's exhausted panting, Huo Yunque refused to move.

"elder brother!"

She puffed her cheeks and stared, "I'll be angry if you do this again! Are you going to go? If you don't go, I'll find someone else!"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Humph! There are a lot of people who want to go to Yuelao Temple with me!"

Which of her classmates is not good?

"Oh?"

Huo Yunque had a half-smile, but his thin lips parted lightly, "Boy?"

Song Yaoyao put her hands in her hands and squinted at him with her chin raised, extremely arrogant.

"Anyway, don't worry about it - wow!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Yaoyao screamed and was dragged into a hug.

The man turned over and looked at her condescendingly, "Don't care about me?"

His expression became increasingly dangerous.

Song Yaoyao shook her head quickly, and the person who knew the current affairs was Junjie, "No, no, no! Of course I have to take care of it! I have to take care of it!" She flattered Huo Yunque with a sweet smile, "Brother is my guardian, you don't care about me, Who cares about me?"

"Liar—"

Huo Yunque sneered and scratched the bridge of her nose with his fingers.

Roll over and sit up.

"Eh... what are you doing, brother?"

Song Yaoyao turned her face stupidly.

Huo Yunque picked up the shirt on the ground and put it on, the belt buckle made a metal collision sound.

He didn't look back, there were long scratches on his back, and the muscles on his shoulders would bulge when he got dressed.

Not too exaggerated, the lines are beautiful and full of power.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Huo Yunque casually scratched his hair, reached out and picked Song Yaoyao out of the bed, "What should I do if I'm starving?"

"That wouldn't be..." Song Yaoyao felt that she was not that delicate yet.

"I will feel bad."

Huo Yunque's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his head and said something in her ear.

Song Yaoyao's little face was visibly red.

She gave Huo Yunque a sullen look, her eyes wandered, and she coexisted with shyness.

"I don't want to talk to you!"

She thumped to the ground, and stepped out before Huo Yunque.

The night view of Luohua Island is indeed as good as Song Yaoyao said.

The disappearance of the middle-aged man did not make any waves on this island.

The phone that rolled into the corner of the floor lights up again and again, and the poor man is forgotten in the room again.

Yuelao Temple is located near the sea, the light from the lighthouse on the sea is dim, and there are people building small pavilions by the sea. In the open-air small bar, the resident singer plays the guitar and sings in a low voice.