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Chapter 273

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I miss you so soon after we parted.

She had forgotten what she was wearing.

Half of the bathrobe was hanging loosely on her arm, and the collar was wide open, revealing something pink and thin.

Of course, she knew what it was!

Song Yaoyao's ears buzzed, and her face turned red.

Ahhhh!

Would her brother think that she was being a hooligan?

She hurriedly pulled up her clothes, and her face was so red that it was about to bleed. Her voice was trembling, and she was shy.

"Brother, Brother … Cough, cough, I'm done …"

The man turned to look at the girl, who was clutching the collar of her bathrobe, and wanted to wrap herself up like a dumpling. A faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"Do you want to see the snow?"

Song Yaoyao hurriedly nodded. "Yes!"

Song Yaoyao did not have time to feel disappointed that she could not see Huo Yunque. Instead, she was attracted by the beautiful scenery outside.

"Wow!" She exclaimed.

The camera extended out of the window, and the endless snowy white stretched out. The snow was falling heavily, and when she looked further, it was a romantic night view of the city. The bustling red lights converged into a dazzling Milky Way, and the fluffy snow fell on the tree branches by the road. When the wind blew, the snow rustled down.

Song Yaoyao even wanted to travel over and experience it for herself.

"It's so beautiful!"

She opened her mouth wide, and the longing in her eyes could not be concealed.

Huo Yunque leaned back in his seat, and raised his phone to look at the snowy scenery outside the car window. She was looking at the snow, and Huo Yunque was looking at her.

The corners of his lips were curved slightly, and his eyes were filled with affection that he did not even notice.

The wind blew in through the window, and the heater in the car was useless.

Huo Qi rubbed his arms, and looked at Sir's calm and composed manner. He was full of admiration.

As expected of the big boss, it was as if he could not feel the cold.

After Song Yaoyao had seen enough, she asked hesitantly, "Brother, can you sleep with me?"

"Cough …"

Huo Er coughed violently.

Sleep? What kind of sleep?

However, the two people in the video call did not feel that anything was wrong. "I'll watch over here. Go to sleep."

Song Yaoyao immediately cheered up. She smiled and approached the camera. Her red lips were like ripe cherries, which were particularly attractive.

She leaned over and kissed him.

"Then it's a deal ~ I'm not asleep, so you're not allowed to hang up!"

The smile in Huo Yunque's eyes deepened as he nodded.

"Okay, good night."

"Goodnight, big brother ~"

Song Yaoyao was already sleepy. She placed her phone beside her pillow. At first, she could still talk to Huo Yunque softly. "Brother, let me tell you a secret. I've been missing you since we parted. I'll dream of you."

In less than a minute, the only sound left on the phone was the little girl's breathing.

It was a quiet snowy night in a bustling foreign city.

Huo Yunque's heart swelled when he heard the little girl's breathing.

The little girl said, "I miss you as soon as we parted."

Huo Yunque felt that this sentence should be said by him.

His fingers stroked the screen. It was as if he could touch the little girl's sleeping face through the screen.

*

Song Yaoyao woke up after a few hours of sleep.

She rubbed her little face against the pillow and groggily got up from the bed. She knelt down and rubbed her eyes.

She went to the bay window and pulled open the curtains. In the spacious courtyard, the leaves of the few gingko trees had already fallen off. A layer of white frost covered the courtyard. From afar, it looked like it was snowing.

In the distance, fog filled the air and the sky was still green.

She yawned and grabbed her phone. The phone had survived until now and still had 3% battery left.

What made Song Yaoyao the happiest was that the video call did not hang up!

(End of Chapter)

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