Chapter 363
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
I want to be prettier.
"I …" Song Yaoyao opened her mouth and lied seriously. "I'm not blushing. Brother, you must have seen wrongly!"
She half-knelt beside Huo Yunque and hugged his arm with her small hands.
Her face was red as if she had secretly put on a few pounds of blusher.
The setting sun shone in through the half-opened car window. It had a beautiful color, softening the man's cold and overly sharp facial lines. When he looked at the girl beside him, there was something called gentleness in his eyes.
"Oh, okay. I saw wrongly."
The man held back his laughter and nodded calmly.
Song Yaoyao pouted her lips and lifted her eyes slightly. From her angle, all she could see was the man's handsome side profile. Half of his face was bathed in the sunlight, and his jawline was beautiful. His turtleneck sweater covered her favorite part.
The car drove away.
Song Yaoyao suddenly said, "Brother, I want to go somewhere first!"
"What a coincidence." Huo Yunque glanced sideways with a smile in his eyes. "I'm going somewhere too."
"Huh? Then — "
Song Yaoyao blinked. "I'll accompany you first."
Song Yaoyao only came back to her senses when she sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the well-designed room.
"Brother, why are we here?"
The man had already taken off his jacket when he came in. At this moment, the sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to his elbows. He was leaning against the sofa and reading a magazine. His expression was lazy, and his temperament was undisciplined and elegant.
Song Yaoyao looked at the man through the mirror without any fear.
"There's a party."
"Huh?"
What a coincidence?
Song Yaoyao was stunned. Was her brother going to Tong Tong and Xiao Ye's birthday party?
She vaguely heard Tong Tong's mother call Huo Qi's name last time at the Song family. They seemed to know each other.
Her fringe was pinched up by a clip. The makeup artist was pinching her chin and looking at her with narrowed eyes.
Her shoulders sank. The large palm on her shoulder was well-proportioned, slender, and clean.
The man bent down slightly, and the refreshing scent of cedar enveloped Song Yaoyao. He casually raised his hand and blocked the makeup artist's hand that was pinching Song Yaoyao's chin.
"It's just a simple one. You don't have to go through too much trouble."
He narrowed his eyes and ordered.
"Cough —"
Louis was speechless as he looked at his hand that had been retracted, even though he felt that this girl was indeed very beautiful. But he was just sizing her up from a professional's point of view.
Why did the legendary cold-hearted Mr. Huo act as if he was taking advantage of her?
However, he did not dare to voice out these complaints in front of a certain someone.
Louis nodded. "Indeed, this young lady is beautiful, and her skin is in good condition. She doesn't need too much makeup. Then we'll just give her a foundation and put on some light makeup. What do you think? "
He carefully looked at the man beside him. The man lowered his eyes and played with a strand of hair with his fingertips.
Song Yaoyao blinked. Was she supposed to say something at a time like this?
"Brother …" Song Yaoyao raised her small hand weakly. "I want to be prettier tonight …"
She wanted to go on a date with her brother!
Huo Yunque's large palm landed on her head and patted her.
"Enough."
Song Yaoyao opened her mouth. It took her a long time to react. Huo Yunque was replying that she was already beautiful enough.
Song Yaoyao blushed, and her bright eyes sparkled.
She tugged at the corner of her shirt and said, "But all girls want to be prettier."
Huo Yunque naturally did not understand how stubborn girls were in this aspect.
(End of Chapter)
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