Chapter 844 'Advance Advance'

He bent down suddenly, picked up the girl, and walked out of the study.

Song Yaoyao screamed in surprise and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I don't guess!"

Don't go, don't go, what's the big deal?

She hummed, "Let's go, let's go, are you not afraid that I will be abducted by other little brothers?"

The voice fell, and the man suddenly stopped.

Originally intended to go downstairs, but now, he has changed his mind.

When the man turned around and walked towards the bedroom, Song Yaoyao began to sense something was wrong.

It's just obvious that there is a price to be paid for saying the wrong thing!

and--

The price is terrible!

"Are you looking for another man? Huh?"

Song Yaoyao was shocked and woke up with a whimper.

With tears in his eyes, he shook his head, "No, no more..."

"It's so sweet," the thin lips kissed her slightly trembling eyelashes stained with tears.

"It's just that these alone are not enough—"

not enough? !

Song Yaoyao raised her eyes with difficulty, her skin was like pink jade, and her eyes like autumn water were glowing with lustre.

Soon, Song Yaoyao had no time to think.

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The well-dressed man went downstairs.

His brows were cold, and he casually adjusted his cuffs as he walked.

Huo Qi took the document bag and followed him respectfully.

From the man, there was a faint smell of shower gel.

Very shallow, shallow to near nothing.

You can only smell it when you are close.

so……

Sir, he delayed for so long, was he taking a shower upstairs?

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When Song Yaoyao woke up again, it was already midnight.

Her throat was dry, and her throat felt a burning pain when she opened her mouth.

Tears fell in an instant.

She sat up, the silk slipping off.

Refreshing, wearing a nightgown.

The red marks on the calf meander all the way up.

The temperature around her has long since disappeared, so angry Song Yaoyao grabbed the pillow next to her and fell to the ground angrily.

"asshole!"

Big bastard!

What is today's tomorrow, and what is paid in advance.

She doesn't need it! !

Song Yaoyao got out of bed angrily, and before her feet touched the ground, she knelt down on the ground with her knees soft.

Fortunately, there is a soft carpet on the ground, so it won't hurt.

In an instant, Song Yaoyao became even more angry.

She grabbed the pillow that belonged to Huo Yunque and thumped it a few times.

After a few seconds.

Song Yaoyao sniffed, patted it distressedly, and threw it back on the bed.

With a nasal voice, he said angrily, "Just don't come back! I don't miss you!"

Throat is burning.

Song Yaoyao sat on the ground for a while before she recovered. There was no water in the room. At this point, she didn't want to call anyone.

The corridor was quiet, and the wall lamps were warm yellow, dispelling the fear brought by the dark night.

She went downstairs step by step, her waist sore.

If Huo Yunque stood in front of her now, Song Yaoyao swore that she would kick him severely.

asshole!

A glass of water on the stomach, the throat finally feels a lot more comfortable.

As soon as Song Yaoyao returned to the bedroom and planned to take a nap, the phone started chattering.

It's two in the middle of the night.

The caller was Song Weiwei.

Song Yaoyao didn't want to pick it up, she refused directly and plunged into the soft big bed.

Say she is ruthless or indifferent.

Song Weiwei is here with her, and it is simply the relationship between using and being used.