Chapter 820 Break Your Little Face

An Ruoyao crossed her arms around her chest and walked towards Song Yaoyao maliciously, "Then what identity are you attending this banquet now? Could it be that you are Mr. Huo's lover? Actually, you really should be a DNA, What if Song Weiwei's parents are your biological parents?"

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes and said nothing.

But An Ruoyao thought she was guilty, so she was even more proud.

"Could it be that I was right? Song Yaoyao, are you afraid?"

As arrogant as she is, she is even afraid?

It's so heartwarming!

"Finished?"

Song Yaoyao flicked the water droplets on her hands and raised her eyelashes lightly.

The girl's eyes were black and clear like colored glass, and there was no emotion in the eyes looking at her at this time.

The anger, guilt, despair, and fear that An Ruoyao imagined were not seen in Song Yaoyao's eyes.

She watched Song Yaoyao ignore her directly, walked past her, and stopped her reflexively.

"Song Yaoyao, you—"

"what!"

Before she finished speaking, the world was spinning, and An Ruoyao's face had already made close contact with the cold wall.

With her hands twisted behind her back, Song Yaoyao tilted her head, grabbed her hair with her little hands and pressed her face against the wall beside the sink.

"What else do you want to say eh? Now continue?"

"Ugh...Song Yaoyao!!"

An Ruoyao struggled desperately, "Don't you let go... let me go!"

The girl's delicate little face was dyed with a bright smile, and she lowered her eyebrows, "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Is it because she hasn't beaten people for so long that these people forget that her temper is not very good?

One or two, pushing her nose on her face, do you really think she has no temper?

"Song, Song Yaoyao... huh..."

An Ruoyao was panting, and the two of them were not the only ones in the bathroom. All the guests who came in were frightened by this scene.

She stiffened her body for a moment, for fear of being discovered.

Song Yaoyao was quite generous, and even had time to rush to greet people. With a clean and bright smile, "I'm sorry, I'll solve some personal problems, please do."

Those frightened ladies and gentlemen: "..."

Next, what made An Ruoyao collapse was that these people actually listened to Song Yaoyao's words, that they should go to the bathroom, wash their hands and touch up makeup after coming out.

From beginning to end, there was no more gossip.

Aren't these people helpful? !

The bathroom soon quieted down.

In the empty aisle, sweet laughter sounded, with some waxy nasal sounds.

"Look, even if I'm a fake daughter, it's easy to kill you, and no one even dares to care."

An Ruoyao couldn't feel her hands anymore, she couldn't figure out why Song Yaoyao was so strong. Her legs were trembling, her back was bent, and her whole body was in an extraordinarily twisted posture.

His face was even more deformed.

"Song Yaoyao!"

An Ruoyao collapsed, "Aren't you afraid of being known?!"

"Don't be afraid," Song Yaoyao's eyes curled up, confidently, "It's true that I left the Song family, but have you forgotten that besides this identity, I have another identity?"

An Ruoyao was stunned.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the domineering look of the girl in the mirror.

"I'm still the future mistress of the Huo family."

Just a Song family, what is it?

"How is that possible—!" An Ruoyao couldn't believe it.

Song Yaoyao patted her little face lightly, leaned over, and whispered a warning in her ear.

"It's not possible that it has nothing to do with you, I'll say it again. I, Song Yaoyao, have a bad temper. If you see me again in the future, do you understand? Otherwise, I will smash your not-so-beautiful face and make you stay with me for the rest of your life. Ugly as a companion."