Chapter 163
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Song Yaoyao had a very deep sleep. In her dream, she saw her parents' faces and Huo Yunque's face.
Their faces intertwined, making her think that they were living in the same world.
When she woke up, the tears at the corners of her eyes had dried.
She rubbed her eyes and heard the sound of birds flying outside the window.
Song Yaoyao crawled over to pull open the curtains and pushed open the window.
From afar, she saw a thin figure holding a big broom, sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard alone.
After the rain, many of the withered leaves of the gingko and maple trees had fallen off. It seemed even more lonely in winter.
"Huo Qi?"
Song Yaoyao scratched her head and curiously shouted by the window, "Hey! Huo Qi! "
Huo Qi, who was sweeping the floor dejectedly, looked up and saw the little girl lying by the window. She was dressed in pink and white plush pajamas and looked especially cute.
"Huo Qi, why are you the only one cleaning today? Where are the others? "
There were usually many servants, but today, Huo Qi was the only one.
And he wasn't the servant in charge of cleaning.
Huo Qi revealed a smile that looked more like crying. "Sir gave them a day off, so I'll be cleaning the entire house today."
Song Yaoyao exclaimed, "Wow!"
She blinked her eyes and exclaimed.
There was a knock on the door behind her. She slid down the bay window and waved at Huo Qi. "Then you can do it! Go! "
She was already out of sight, but he could vaguely see a small pink fist waving in the air as if she was cheering him on.
Huo Qi was speechless.
So you're leaving just like that?!
Damn it!
*
There was a layer of fog on the glass outside the window, and the morning sun was shining.
The man sat by the window, the light shining on his shoulder. He wore rimless glasses and a clean camel-colored turtleneck sweater, exuding a gentle aura. Light music was playing in the living room, and it faintly traveled into the dining room. The man leaned against the back of the chair lazily, his large hands clapping to the music.
In the winter, the scene in front of her was unbelievably beautiful.
He was refined and elegant, noble and abstinent.
His casual dressing made him look like a student who had just graduated from university. He didn't look dangerous at all and seemed harmless.
No one would dare to believe that Master Huo, who could cause a commotion with a stomp of his feet, was such a man with both appearance and temperament. Just one look at him would cause people's hearts to flutter.
"Good morning, Uncle."
A sloppy voice came from behind, accompanied by a yawn.
Huo Ningxi slung his backpack over his shoulder and strode into the dining room.
Then, he saw a petite figure standing there stupidly, staring blankly ahead.
"Song Yaoyao, how perverted are you to stare at my uncle in a daze again?" He raised his eyebrows and mocked.
Song Yaoyao snapped back to reality and snorted, "None of your business! It's my pleasure! "
Their conversation finally attracted the man's attention.
Huo Yunque took off his glasses and waved at Song Yaoyao.
"Brother, good morning ~"
The little girl's voice was sweet as she ran over with small steps.
"Morning."
There was a hint of tiredness in his hoarse voice.
Song Yaoyao looked at him and wanted to say something, but stopped.
Actually, his tiredness could be seen with the naked eye. It seemed unnecessary to ask.
"Miss Song, the kitchen has made some nourishing chicken soup. I've added some herbs into it. Please try it."
Uncle Zhang walked behind Song Yaoyao and put down a small bowl of chicken soup.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang ~"
"This is what I should do. How was your rest today, Miss Song?" Uncle Zhang put away the tray and asked with concern.
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