Chapter 197
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You should be happy that she doesn't like you.
Huo Ningxi: "???"
This damned girl still had the cheek to say that his thoughts were evil? If he could turn back time, he would have taken a photo as evidence the moment he rushed in! Then, she would make Song Yaoyao open her eyes wide to see how ambiguous her posture with Little Uncle was and how it would cause people to have wild and fanciful thoughts!
"Get out."
Huo Yunque's voice was indifferent, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp.
Huo Ningxi pursed her lips and asked in disbelief, "Is it really a nosebleed?"
"What else?" Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes.
For some reason, Huo Ningxi let out a sigh of relief. He turned around and walked towards the door. He heard a man's low voice behind him.
"Close the door."
Huo Ningxi paused and nodded. "Got it."
Before the door closed, a calm voice was heard, causing Huo Ningxi to freeze in surprise.
"Huo Ningxi, don't forget that you have nothing to do with her anymore."
Therefore, no matter what she did, it had nothing to do with Huo Ningxi.
You were the one who didn't want her.
Huo Ningxi gulped, gritted his teeth, and closed the door.
"I know!"
He did not regret it! Absolutely not —
"Aiyo, my young master, why are you standing here?" Uncle Zhang saw this and hurriedly dragged him away.
Huo Ningxi sneered and glanced at Uncle Zhang sinisterly. "Uncle Zhang, why are you standing here? Are you guarding the door for my youngest uncle?"
"Why are you guarding the door? I'm just worried that Miss Song will be hungry and want to eat something. I just asked the kitchen to make some blood-replenishing soup. It'll be ready later …"
"You love her so much. How could you just watch as my uncle …"
"Young Master!"
Uncle Zhang's smile disappeared and he interrupted Huo Ningxi sternly. "Is Sir such a person in your heart? The Huo family has been standing tall for hundreds of years, so our family rules are excellent. As a member of the Huo family, you should know that. When has Sir ever forced someone to do something like that? "
He was a cold person, so cold that he was somewhat unreasonable.
However, deep down, he still retained the strictness and rules of the Huo family. Sir would never do something as degrading as force someone.
"Young Master, don't say such things in the future. If Sir hears it, he'll be very sad." Uncle Zhang sighed and patted Huo Ningxi on the shoulder. "Plus, the Master really dotes on you. Plus, Miss Song is already an adult. If both parties are willing, it's not impossible."
"How is she an adult? She looks like a little girl! How childish! "Huo Ningxi retorted.
Uncle Zhang was taken aback when he heard this. He fell into deep thought.
"But Young Master, why are you unhappy? Haven't you always hated Miss Song? She's not pestering you anymore. You should be happy … "
Huo Ningxi's back stiffened, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
However, he hid it very well and did not show it on his face.
"Of course, I'm very happy."
With that, he turned and walked back to his room. He had already forgotten what he had come out to do.
"I'm tired. I'm going back to my room to rest," he said faintly.
Uncle Zhang watched the boy's slender figure disappear. He stood there in a daze for a long time and sighed faintly.
"Sigh, this is not a good thing …"
*
After being interrupted one after another, Huo Yunque lost the intention to hold Huo Ningxi accountable.
He pulled Song Yaoyao's mischievous hand out of his hand and looked at her blushing cheeks as she continued to brazenly touch him.
He raised his eyebrows. "Song Yaoyao, did you have fun touching me? Hmm? "
Brin was late!
Hehe, but it was not even 12 o 'clock yet, so it should count, right?
Brin did ask for leave in the group last night, but why did it feel like she had sent it to the wrong group …
Brat kowtowed to everyone. Clang, clang, clang! (Is it loud or not?!)
(End of chapter)
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