Chapter 380
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Honey, be a good girl and eat.
The two of them had very different temperaments, but strangely, they blended together.
It was probably because one was overjoyed, while the other was willing to cooperate.
This scene stung Huo Ningxi's eyes. When he dragged the chair, it scraped against the floor and made an ear-piercing noise.
Huo Yunque didn't even raise his head. His breathing was calm.
"Ningxi, good morning."
Huo Ningxi took a deep breath. His malicious gaze fell on the mature man. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Morning."
The maid brought breakfast.
On Song Yaoyao's plate was a fried egg and some lightly boiled vegetables. Beside her was a cup of warm milk.
The dining table was huge, and Huo Ningxi sat the furthest away from the two of them.
He watched as Huo Yunque naturally grabbed the girl's wrist, pulled her down from his back, and pressed her into the chair beside him.
"Song Yaoyao, eat your breakfast."
"Brother ~ Why do I feel like our relationship hasn't changed at all?" Song Yaoyao clenched her fists and complained.
He even called her by her full name.
The smile in Huo Yunque's eyes widened as his gaze fell on the newspaper. "What's the change?"
Song Yaoyao took a bite of the fried egg. "Am I not your dear little girlfriend? Brother, how can you call me by my full name! It didn't sound sweet at all! That's not how people fall in love! "
At least from what she had seen, no one called her that.
That was too much!
"Crack …"
Huo Ningxi snapped the chopsticks in half. His expression remained the same, but his Adam's apple bobbed a little.
Huo Yunque knocked on the table. "Get Ningxi another pair of chopsticks."
Then he tilted his head and asked, "Then what should I be called, hmm?"
Song Yaoyao drank her milk and replied with a muffled voice. She was familiar with all the nicknames in the novel. "Babe, Baby, Darling, Good Girl, Little Girl, and Wifey! Big Brother, look, no one is like you when they're in love ~ It's not at all … "
"Baby, be good and eat."
The man's magnetic and hoarse voice suddenly sounded. Song Yaoyao opened her small mouth, and there was a circle of milk whiskers around her mouth.
Her heart was thumping wildly. Huo Yunque pulled a piece of tissue to wipe her face.
As she wiped the milk, she suddenly saw a dark red spot in the white milk …
Song Yaoyao had a nosebleed …
Today was also the day she was teased by her brother.
"Bang!"
Huo Ningxi suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks, got up, and strode out of the dining room.
"I'm done. You guys take your time!"
He enunciated every word as if he was gnashing his teeth.
*
Yesterday was Christmas, but Song Jingwan spent it in the hospital.
However, she didn't know what Xu Yue had on her. She didn't dare to tell everyone that it was Xu Yue who pushed her down the stairs on purpose.
At that moment, Song Jingwan felt a chill run down her spine when she saw Xu Yue's cold and emotionless eyes.
She knew that Xu Yue had a lot of bad intentions towards her.
"Good morning, Jingwan."
An Ruoyao habitually took over the nurse's job and wheeled Song Jingwan to the school building.
"Good morning, Yaoyao. Have you seen Ningxi?"
"Huo Shao?" Hearing this, An Ruoyao winked suggestively. "He's not here yet. How about we wait downstairs? It's so convenient to let Huo Shao carry you upstairs ~ I never noticed before, but Huo Shao's boyfriend power is off the charts! "
"Don't talk nonsense! We're just … just friends! "
Song Jingwan glared at her, but couldn't stop the corners of her lips from curling up. She couldn't hide her smile.
"See, see, we're just friends. Why are you blushing?!" An Ruoyao teased. "Don't worry, I think Huo Shao is interested in you too. Think about it, when has he taken the initiative to get close to a girl other than you?"
See you tomorrow!
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