Chapter 147
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"Hehe."
Song Yaoyao scratched her head and said sweetly, "My brother brought me here."
"Wow, he's been coming here frequently recently."
Old Master Huo was amused. He was playing mahjong when he saw Song Yaoyao's red eyes suddenly freeze. He frowned and asked seriously, "Yaoyao, did that brat Huo Yunque bully you?"
"Huh?"
Song Yaoyao was stunned and quickly waved her hands, afraid that her brother would be misunderstood. "No, no, my brother didn't bully me!"
She raised her hand. The back of her hand was covered with a layer of medicine and was swollen like a steamed bun.
Old Master Huo stood up angrily and pulled Song Yaoyao aside. "What's wrong with this brat? Why is your hand swollen? You're already in your twenties and you can't even take care of a little girl? "
In the resting area outside, a man was calmly flipping through a magazine. His eyes were lowered and he looked gentle and abstinent.
Suddenly, a roar was heard. "Huo Yunque!!"
The man didn't look up and rubbed his forehead helplessly. "What's wrong now?"
His words were full of helplessness.
"You still have the nerve to ask?!"
Old Master Huo pointed at Song Yaoyao. "What's wrong with this little girl? Huh? You can't even take care of a little girl and she calls you her brother! "
Huo Yunque was confused. When his gaze fell on Song Yaoyao, he realized what was going on.
He found it funny. "Song Yaoyao, tell him, how did you get hurt?"
"Well …"
Song Yaoyao lowered her head in embarrassment. Her little face was red and she clasped her hands together. She stammered, "Grandpa, my hand … it's swollen from hitting someone …"
So, it really had nothing to do with her brother!
Old Master Huo was followed by a few mahjong friends who were watching the show. They all laughed when they heard this.
"Little girl, if you want to find an excuse, you should find a more believable one. This explanation doesn't sound believable at all!"
"Hahahaha ~ Old Huo, where did your son bring this girl from? She's such a treasure!"
"I didn't expect you to be so protective of him."
Song Yaoyao's face turned red from the teasing. Her almond-shaped eyes were moist and clear. She stuck out her chest and said proudly, "Of course I have to protect my brother!"
"Cough —"
Huo Yunque couldn't help but laugh. He clenched his fist and coughed twice.
Old Master Huo didn't believe Song Yaoyao's explanation. Seeing that Song Yaoyao still had the cheek to laugh, he was furious.
He was very satisfied with Song Yaoyao. Her personality was also very likable.
Now that he looked at his son again, he found him even more displeasing to the eye.
"You still have the cheek to laugh?"
Old Master Huo glared at him. "I want to hear the truth! Don't treat me like how you treat your subordinates. Don't forget that I'm your father! "
Even if you cover the sky with one hand and call the wind and summon the rain outside, come to me! You are also my son!
"Grandpa …"
Song Yaoyao tugged at the corner of Old Master Huo's shirt. "It really has nothing to do with my brother. I got into a fight with a classmate at school today, and he even stood up for me. Actually, my brother is super nice! Please don't blame him! "
"Stand up for you?"
Old Master Huo glanced at Huo Yunque, who was sitting calmly on the sofa. He was flustered. He didn't know where he learned to be so infuriating!
"He didn't kill her?"
Song Yaoyao was speechless.
This …
That didn't seem right, did it?
Grandpa seemed a little cruel …
"Even if you can't, you should at least break an arm or a leg, right? Tell me, what did you do? " Old Master Huo pointed at Song Yaoyao's hand. "Yaoyao's hand is so swollen. She must get revenge!"
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