"Huh?"
Huo Yunque bowed his head, serious, "Uncomfortable?
So change your position?
”There is not the slightest fluctuation in his voice, his temperament is elegant, and his attitude is calm.It seems that the doll in his arms is really lifeless, and there is no thought at all.Song Miao froze in his arms and didn't dare to move, his little hands tugged at his shirt, crying in his heart.What to do?
What the is going to do?
What about her initiative?
Brother, why don't he play cards according to common sense!
Woo woo, brother, he's so scary!
I'm dead.The car drove safely all the way to the door of the Song family's villa, the gate was closed, and the lights in the villa were bright, but no one came out to check.Huo Qi put down his hand and scolded in a low voice: Damn, are these people deaf?"
Sir?"
He bent over and knocked on the window.Separated by a glass of glass, Huo Qi couldn't see that his innocent husband was holding a little girl in his arms.The little girl tugged at his shirt and cried with a sad face, and asked tremblingly, "Brother, brother......
Can I come down?
I'm home. ”Huo Yunque took a moment's time, "Of course you can." ”Song Miao was relieved, and if she sat down again, she would not be able to stand it.As she thought, she let go of her little hand and prepared to slide down, but—the big hand was around her waist, motionless.Song Miao: "......
Brother. ”Her little face was red and dripping blood, and her eyes were shining.Huo Yunque's thin lips slowly tugged, whether to smile or not, "Huh?"
Why not go down?
”Song Miao stared at his deep eyes twice, embarrassed and eager to dig into the cracks, her eyes flickered, and she reminded in a low voice, "Brother, your hand ......" is still on my waist."
Oh."
Huo Yunque didn't lift his eyelids, leaned lazily in the back of the chair, his mouth responded, and his body did not move.Huo Qi waited outside for a long time, and the doorbell rang several times, but no one came to open the door.It's only seven o'clock in the evening, and it's time for dinner, so he doesn't believe that there is no one in the Song family.But now, the neglect of Song Miao is real.He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes shining.Although I have always heard of it and know that the Song family is eccentric, this eccentricity is too much, right?
But when you come back a little later, you won't even let the door in?
Song Jingwan was sitting at the dining table eating dinner, her eyes flashed when she heard the sound of the car, and she bit her chopsticks and asked, "Is my aunt back?"
”Song Wenchuan was about to stand up when he heard this."
Bang!"
Song Rui slammed his face and slapped the table, "Sit down and eat!"
If you don't come home from school, run out and play crazy!
Just let her stay outside and reflect on it!
”Zhou Manli didn't raise her head, and her tone was cold, "If you don't teach her a lesson, she forgot what her surname is." ”Song Wenchuan frowned, "It's cold outside." ”"Freeze her to death!"
Zhou Manli took a sip of soup, and there was no half-concerned look on her face, "If anyone dares to go out to pick her up, just stand outside with her!"
”Song Jingwan bit her lip, pulled Song Wenchuan's sleeve, and whispered: "Brother, don't make your parents angry, I'll ...... later" Before she finished speaking, Song Wenchuan had already stood up and strode towards the door."
Ah Chuan!
Stop!
”"Stinky boy!"
Song Jingwan lowered her eyes, looked at her hand that was thrown away, and smiled slowly.Sure enough, as long as Song Miao is still in one day, my brother's love will be divided into two parts.She didn't want to share it with that unlucky ghost!
The door was opened, and Song Wenchuan, who was wearing a plush sweater, walked out."
Where's my aunt?"