Brother is taking a bath?
Uncle Zhang found that there was something wrong with the Song Yaoyao tonight. She was not in good spirits and was in a daze.
She watched the car disappear, the emotions in her eyes unreadable.
She was no longer as lively as she usually was.
"What's wrong? Did someone bully our Miss? "Uncle Zhang walked inside with Song Yaoyao, which made his heart ache.
After spending some time with Song Yaoyao, he truly doted on her like she was his granddaughter.
The little girl had a good temper and was very polite to everyone. She never looked down on others. She spoke sweetly and had a lively personality. Ever since she came, the atmosphere of the entire residence was no longer as lifeless as it used to be.
"No." Song Yaoyao raised her head. Her eyes were still red as she smiled sweetly at Uncle Zhang. "Uncle Zhang, where's my brother? I miss him — "
"Sir?"
Uncle Zhang smiled when he saw her smile. "Sir probably doesn't know that you're back yet. He's probably in his room at this time. Do you want to go and see him?"
If it were anyone else, Uncle Zhang would never allow anyone to disturb Huo Yunque's peace, but Song Yaoyao was different.
The whole family was happy to pamper her, and among them, the master pampered her even more.
"Sure ~"
"Miss Song, give these to me. I'll help you carry them back to your room."
The maid smiled and took the bags from her hands. "Miss Song, your brother dotes on you very much."
Unlike last time, the Song couple's thoughts were not on Miss Song from the beginning to the end. They were only thinking about scheming. What was the point of having such parents?
"Thank you."
Song Yaoyao thanked him obediently and ran upstairs.
Her mind was in a mess, and she only had one thought at a time.
Back then, she had read the book in its entirety because there were many things in it that did not conform to her values. For example, Song Jingwan had already hooked up with Huo Ningxi when his younger sister was still engaged. Even if it was just a verbal agreement, everyone knew about it.
Not only did she not clarify the matter, she even played the victim, believing that true love was invincible.
If it wasn't for the fact that the supporting female lead's name was the same as hers, Song Yaoyao wouldn't have watched Song Yaoyao.
After arriving here and truly becoming a character in the novel, Song Yaoyao felt the strangest about Song Wen-chuan. He clearly didn't seem to care about his sister, so why wasn't he there when the original body was kicked out of the house?
Not long ago, when she saw the car accident, Song Yaoyao understood.
It wasn't that he didn't want to interfere, but that he couldn't.
*
"Brother, are you inside?"
Song Yaoyao stood at the door and knocked. There was no response, but she really wanted to see him. This was the first person who had shown her kindness since she came to this world.
Although he looked very fierce at the time.
She tried to turn the doorknob, and with a click, the door opened.
Song Yaoyao licked her lips and quietly poked her head in.
The last time she came to this bedroom, the furnishings were the same, except for the book on the bedside table.
The sound of water echoed in her ears, and Song Yaoyao's eyes widened.
What was her brother doing? Taking a shower?
When she realized what was going on, she had already walked to the bathroom door uncontrollably.
The frosted glass door was half closed, and the man was lying in the spacious bathtub with his head slightly raised. His protruding Adam's apple was sexy. The showerhead was running, and the sound of water covered everything. His arms were bent backward, and the lines of his taut muscles were clear, showing an extremely strong explosive force.
The water droplets rolled down his firm chin until they disappeared into a place Song Yaoyao couldn't see …
Breen had been seriously reflecting and checking the text recently. How did I fall from the thirtieth place to the sixtieth place? Was it because I screwed up, and people didn't like it, or was it because I didn't ask for votes recently?
To be honest, my mood was indeed affected a few days ago. Authors who weren't in a good mood basically cared about the readers' opinions. Even if it was a comment, they would think about it for a long time, thinking about it when they were sleeping or eating.
Then, the more I thought about it, the more negative energy I felt. I started to blame myself in my heart. Did I screw up? What kind of trash am I?
This self-denial lasted for a few days, until yesterday when my aunt came to have a meal with me outside. Everyone should have noticed that Breen wasn't as happy and active as before. It affected my life and my writing.
I can only say that I'm not always as active and happy as I appear to be in my writing. Sometimes, I'm like an idiot.
So when you read the novel, if you feel that there's something missing in the novel, or where it's not good enough, you must say it. After all, Breen had to recognize her own shortcomings and discover the points that she didn't pay attention to to to correct it in time.
Yaoyao is a novel that I'm writing like a baby, because she's cute and cute. Although she's violent, she's also pitiful. She came to this strange world alone, and she's still so young. She's the youngest person I've ever written before and since I was reborn, so I can't help but feel sorry for her.
(This isn't being pretentious. Maybe my writing isn't good enough, so I didn't move the readers, but I moved myself, hehe.)
After nagging for a while, Breen came back to life! In the future, I'll be a happy handsome boy again! Go!
(End of chapter)
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