Chapter 339
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I'm the Treasure Girl
Her calligraphy was not very good. It was crooked and looked like an earthworm, so it took her a long time to recognize it.
[Ah Shu is the head of the family]
Song Yaoyao read it out softly. There was a signature and seal on it. It was signed by Huo Wuyong.
"Ah Shu is my mother's nickname. The words were written by the old man. It's quite ugly."
The man complained without holding back.
Song Yaoyao was stunned. She was quite envious. Her brother's parents must be very close.
However, his abnormal behavior made Song Yaoyao very worried. She was a little flustered.
Huo Yunque sat calmly by the piano. His large palms were thin, and his fingers were well-defined. He tapped the piano keys casually.
Do Lai Mi, Do Lai Mi …
He kept repeating these three notes.
Song Yaoyao carefully moved to Huo Yunque's side and sat down. She looked at him secretly.
Sensing the girl's worried gaze and the strong motherly aura around her, Huo Yunque laughed helplessly.
"What's wrong?"
"No, no …"
"Don't lie!" Huo Yunque's voice deepened.
Song Yaoyao immediately betrayed Uncle Zhang.
Huo Yunque held his forehead and pinched between his eyebrows.
Of course, he would not blame Uncle Zhang for this. He knew why Uncle Zhang did this.
However …
He looked down and saw the girl tugging at the corner of his shirt in fear. She mumbled, "Brother, don't be sad. I'll be with you in the future …"
The girl's voice was soft and she looked serious. Her whole body was glowing.
Inexplicably, Huo Yunque swallowed his words.
He nodded. "Okay."
His mother chose euthanasia after falling ill.
He still remembered that day. The family changed into new clothes and had a happy meal. Then, his mother hugged him and kissed him. She told him to be happy no matter what and that she would always be watching over him from heaven.
Then, she walked into the ward without looking back.
At that time, Old Master Huo, whose hair had not yet turned white, accompanied him outside. Neither father nor son shed a tear.
Because his mother also said, "Sooner or later, we'll meet again. It's just a matter of time." Therefore, before that, he had to be happy!
Yes, it was only a matter of time.
Everyone had to die. At least his mother's death wasn't painful.
The Huo Yunque's family business was huge, but Huo Yunque's childhood environment was not complicated. There was no drama or intrigue between the wealthy families.
His mother's death did not become a taboo in his family.
At least, Old Master Huo always had a smile on his face when he talked about his deceased wife.
Most of the memories that the other party had left for him were beautiful and worth remembering.
However, looking at the little girl's expression, she seemed to be overthinking things. Her heart ached for him so much that her eyes turned red.
She lowered her head and held his big hand.
Her small hands were soft and boneless, as if they were made of cotton.
The greenhouse was very quiet.
Song Yaoyao suddenly said, "Brother, can I play a song for you?"
"Oh?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. He was really surprised. "You know how to play?"
"Of course ~ I know a lot of things ~ I'm a treasure girl ~"
Her voice was extremely sweet, and she proudly puffed out her small chest. She was extremely proud.
The invisible tail behind her was wagging, as if to say, "Look at me, look at me! I'm cute and I know a lot! Choose me! "
"Ahem …"
The man was wearing a loose shirt, and the hem of his shirt hung naturally. He nodded slightly, looking elegant and noble.
"Then I'll wait and see."
He leaned against the chaise lounge, supported his head with one hand, and draped his coat over his shoulders.
Yaoyao is greedy for her brother, I'm greedy for your monthly tickets
Whether it's Yaoyao or Brin, in 2020, let us all get what we want, okay?
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(End of this chapter)
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