Chapter 455
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I don't flatter myself.
But sometimes, he spoke in a rigid manner, like a little adult. Occasionally, he would make mistakes, just like a child.
Uncle Zhang said sheepishly, "Well … I've been counting, and it's been about half an hour."
Huo Yunque's face instantly darkened. He scolded in a low voice, "Nonsense!"
She was clearly a person who was so afraid of pain, yet she was playing outside in such a cold weather. If she really caught a cold, she would be the one to suffer in the end.
"Yes, yes, yes." Uncle Zhang could tell that Huo Yunque was angry. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I didn't keep an eye on Miss Song."
"It has nothing to do with you. When she gets excited, who can stop her?"
Especially Uncle Zhang, who doted on Song Yaoyao like a child. He gave her whatever she wanted. If it weren't for Huo Yunque's repeated orders not to give Song Yaoyao more sweets, Song Yaoyao would probably have a tooth decay because of him.
"I'll go take a look."
He put down his glasses and walked out.
Uncle Zhang was shocked. He quickly took his coat and chased after him. "Sir! Jacket! Put on your coat! "
Huo Yunque took it and draped it over his shoulder. "You don't have to follow me."
"Sigh …"
Uncle Zhang sighed and tried to persuade him, "Sir, Miss Song has a delicate personality. You're older, so you must give in to her. Don't be so fierce to her!"
He shook his head as he watched the figure walk away. When the wind blew, it was so cold that even his bones hurt. Uncle Zhang pulled his hands into his sleeves and was about to go back.
He glanced around and suddenly froze.
The car was already covered with a thick layer of snow. It seemed that they had been back for some time.
"This, this, this … Men! Where's Young Master? He's back? "
He had been downstairs the whole time, so he didn't hear any sound coming up the stairs.
Uncle Zhang rubbed his frozen face and called a servant over.
"This … Uncle Zhang, Young Master didn't come in when he came back. He went straight to the small garden."
"Little garden?!"
Uncle Zhang was at a loss for words. He was so angry that he stomped his feet. Even when he stood on his tiptoes, he could no longer see Huo Yunque. "What the hell is going on?!"
Back then, he had looked down on Miss Song. Even looking at her for an extra second would annoy him.
Now that Miss Song didn't like it anymore, the young master was still thinking about it.
But the problem was …
How could he possibly win against Mister?
Song Yaoyao was so tired that she huffed and puffed. Huo Ningxi's words woke her up. She rolled a big, chubby snowball on the ground and rolled a smaller one to act as her head.
When Huo Yunque arrived, he saw the little girl squatting in front of a huge snowman from afar. He didn't know what she was doing.
His thin lips curved slightly, but when his line of sight fell beside her, the smile in his eyes faded.
His deep eyes became dark and gloomy.
"Huo Ningxi?"
His tone was lazy and indifferent, but there was a hint of interest in his voice.
Huo Ningxi squatted beside Song Yaoyao. Just as he reached out to poke the snowman, Song Yaoyao mercilessly swatted his hand away.
She glanced at him warily. "Don't touch my snowman!"
"Tsk —"
Huo Ningxi pursed his lips. He watched as Song Yaoyao scratched the snowman's facial features. The more she scratched, the uglier it became. He could vaguely see that it was a human figure. He asked, "Song Yaoyao, who are you building?"
"It's not you," Song Yaoyao answered without turning her head.
"Tsk — I don't want it to be me either! Such an ugly snowman — "Huo Ningxi was disgusted.
Song Yaoyao shrugged nonchalantly. When she was finally done, she took off the scarf around her neck and wrapped it around the snowman's neck with a smile.
"Don't worry, I won't flatter myself."
"You —"
Huo Ningxi was furious. "That better be the case!"
(End of chapter)
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