His voice was calm, and there was tenderness and tolerance in his eyes that only appeared when facing Song Miao.Song Miao didn't move, ignoring Huo Yunque for the first time, and looked at Song Wenchuan in a daze."
What's wrong?
Don't know each other?
”Song Wenchuan chuckled, he turned his head and asked Huo Yunque, "Mr.
Huo, can you borrow the office?"
Rest assured, I won't touch anything in your office.Or - I can take her out as well. ”Song Miao came back to her senses at this time, but she was still a little confused.She blinked and looked at Huo Yunque.Huo Yunque was simply, he got up, dropped the chess pieces and walked in front of Song Miao, and stood still.The slightly calloused fingertips wiped away the tears from her cheeks, helplessly, "Why are you crying again?"
Fragile. ”He patted her on the head, like an elder, and admonished, "Calm down, huh?"
”Song Miao was uneasy, looking at Song Wenchuan timidly, and for the first time there was a feeling of panic.She had the heart to get close to Song Wenchuan, but she was a little scared.But Song Wenchuan didn't know why, as if he hadn't seen her in his life, his expression was focused, and his doting eyes made Song Miao want to rush into his arms and cry.The corners of his clothes were grabbed, and Huo Yunque smiled.Thin lips hooked slightly, "Be nice, I'll wait for you outside." ”He squeezed the little girl's little hand, pulled her away, and walked out of the office quickly.The door closed quickly.The office was quiet, and only Song Miao and Song Wenchuan were left.A touch of displeasure crossed Song Wenchuan's eyes, he sighed, and opened his arms towards Song Miao.The tone is natural, intimate and familiar.Where is the apathy in the hospital?"
Why are you still crying so much?
Come here, let my brother hug him-" Song Miao's eyes were sour, her heart was panicked to the extreme, she cried out with a 'wow', rushed into Song Wenchuan's arms and hugged his waist tightly, choked and asked in despair, "Why are you here too!"
”Such a familiar temperament, and the eyes that looked at her.and when he is bored, he likes to use his fingers to silently play the small movements of his favorite tunes, which make Song Miao extremely familiar.There is no one else but her own brother!
Song Miao was out of breath crying, the man leaned back in the chair with a smile, and his good-looking and thin palms still had dense needle eyes, and he dotingly combed her soft long hair with his fingers.As always."
Hey, I love to cry so much, but how can I rest assured?"
Song Wenchuan smiled and teased, "So, I slept well at home, but was I summoned by a crybaby?"
”"You-" Song Miao held two tears in her eyes, "Really?
Just sleeping?
”"Or else?"
Song Wenchuan raised his eyebrows, "Silly girl, what are you thinking?"
If my brother dies, what will happen to my parents?
But you, where is this?
A dream world?
Or—" "I don't know. ”Song Miao wiped away her tears, and the red mole on her wrist became more and more vivid after being washed away by tears.She pouted, "I'm here when I wake up, you may not believe it when I say it, I may live in a book......"
Song Miao sobbed, and Song Wenchuan, who was crying, felt a pain in his heart.He stroked Song Miao's black hair, and sighed with satisfaction, "Mrs.
Shi really didn't lie to me, our little baby, still alive and ...... alive" "Mrs.
Shi?
Wise Master?
”Song Wenchuan smiled silently, his eyes squinted, his eyes became more and more sloppy, but he still insisted.The hand stroking Song Miao's long hair is getting sluggish and sluggish, and of course he won't tell Song Miao.For the sake of that illusory possibility, the home has almost been tossed into a large altar."
Brother?
Elder brother?
”The hand hung down, and his shoulder sank.