Chapter 375
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Big brother, you should lie to me too.
By the time they finished watching the movie, it was already past 10 pm.
The snow seemed to have never stopped. It fluttered down like cotton wool.
All the buildings, roadside flower beds, and Christmas trees were covered with a layer of white snow.
Song Yaoyao followed closely behind the man.
On Christmas night, the rich romantic atmosphere here diluted the commercial atmosphere.
With her hands in her pockets and half her face hidden in the scarf, she followed behind the man with her head lowered.
"Do you want roses, sir? Buy a rose to make your girlfriend happy! "
The little boy carrying a basket and wearing a Christmas elk headband on his head blocked Huo Yunque's way with a smile.
Huo Yunque couldn't help but turn around. He found that the little girl had fallen far away, more than ten meters away.
His spirit was listless, as if he was very unhappy.
He smiled. "How much is it?"
"20 yuan each! Sir, the roses I sell are definitely the cheapest on this street! It was a holiday, so it was indeed a little expensive! Sir, would you like to buy a few more? Girls all … "
"I want all of them."
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Song Yaoyao walked and walked until she didn't want to move anymore. She suddenly felt depressed. She squatted in front of a shop to hide from the snow and looked at the flashing colored balls in the distance.
His vision was suddenly blocked by a tacky red color. It was a simple newspaper package.
It was a field of blooming roses, stained with sparkling snowflakes.
The hand holding the rose was one that Song Yaoyao was familiar with. The joints were distinct, and the fingers were slender and clean.
She squatted on the ground and raised her head. Suddenly, she felt that she had returned to the time when she was not so familiar with Huo Yunque. He also stood in front of her in a condescending manner, while Song Yaoyao maintained the same posture.
The only difference was that this time, Huo Yunque was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
The rose that represents love.
His mind went blank, and then countless dazzling fireworks exploded.
The so-called low spirits had completely disappeared.
Song Yaoyao jumped up and excitedly threw herself into Huo Yunque's arms.
"Brother, did you buy these roses especially for me?"
"No."
Huo Yunque held the little girl in his arms with one hand and his thin lips curved slightly. "I picked it up on the road."
Song Yaoyao didn't believe it. She didn't think that the roses in the newspaper were ugly at all. She held them all in her arms. The smile on her small face was extremely brilliant, and the light in her eyes was sparkling. She was extremely beautiful.
"Brother, you're lying!"
She hopped behind Huo Yunque and was full of energy again.
This little girl was a little too easy to coax.
Huo Yunque chuckled and declined to comment.
"Merry Christmas, Brother!"
She chased after Huo Yunque, and the two of them walked into the heavy snow.
"Song Yaoyao, it's late. You should go home and rest."
"But I'm not tired at all!"
Song Yaoyao held the roses in her hands. "Brother, you haven't given me a Christmas present yet!"
"Oh?"
Huo Yunque tilted his head and leaned against the side of the car, pointing at the roses. "Isn't this?"
The little girl's eyes were extremely bright. She hugged the roses and tilted her body, trying to hide the flowers. "Brother already said that you picked them up. Of course it doesn't count!"
"Hmm —"
The man nodded. "Then what do you want?"
"A wish!" Song Yaoyao curved her eyes and raised her tender fingers. Her delicate little face was extremely lively when she spoke. "Make a wish during Christmas, and Santa Claus will help to fulfill it!"
"Song Yaoyao, that's all a trick." Huo Yunque exposed her.
"Then Brother can trick me too!"
(End of Chapter)
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