Chapter 46
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"Mm?"
Huo Yunque nodded seriously. "Not feeling well? Shall we change positions? "
There was no fluctuation in his voice, his temperament was elegant, and his attitude was calm. It was as if he was really holding a lifeless doll in his arms, without the slightest bit of lust.
Song Yaoyao froze in his arms and did not dare to move. Her little hands tugged at his shirt and she was crying in her heart.
What should I do? What the hell should I do?
What happened to her taking the initiative? Why is Brother not playing by the rules!
Boohoo, Brother is so scary!
I'm dead.
*
The car drove safely to the entrance of the Song family's villa. The main door was closed and the villa was brightly lit. However, no one came out to check.
Huo Qi put down the doorbell and cursed under his breath. "Damn, are these people deaf?"
"Sir?" He bent over and knocked on the car window.
Through the glass, Huo Qi couldn't see that his pure and simple master was holding a little girl in his arms.
The little girl tugged at his shirt and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother, Brother, Brother … Can I come down now? I'm home. "
Huo Yunque was calm and composed. "Of course."
Song Yaoyao felt relieved. She would not be able to take it if she continued to sit there.
As she thought about it, she let go of her little hand and prepared to slide down. However —
That big hand was still on her slender waist and did not move.
Song Yaoyao: "… Brother."
Her little face was red and her eyes were watery.
Huo Yunque's thin lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh. "Hm? Why aren't you getting down? "
Song Yaoyao stared at his deep eyes for a while. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. Her eyes flickered and she reminded him softly, "Brother, your hand …" is still on my waist.
"Oh."
Huo Yunque did not even bat an eyelid. He leaned against the back of the chair lazily. Although he responded with his mouth, his body did not move.
Huo Qi waited outside for a long time. He pressed the doorbell several times, but no one came to open the door.
It was only seven o 'clock in the evening and it was time for dinner. He did not believe that there was no one in the Song family's house.
But now, the neglect of Song Yaoyao was real.
He furrowed his brows and his eyes turned cold.
Although he had always heard that the Song family was biased, wasn't this bias a little too much? She was only a little late, and she wasn't even allowed to enter the house?
Song Jingwan was eating dinner at the table. When she heard the sound of the car, her eyes flashed. Biting her chopsticks, she asked, "Is Yaoyao back?"
Song Wen-chuan was about to stand up.
"Boom!"
Song Rui's face darkened and he slammed the table. "Sit down and eat! Instead of going home after school, he went out to play! Let her stay outside and reflect on herself! "
Zhou Manli did not even raise her head and said coldly, "If I don't teach her a lesson, she will forget her surname."
Song Wen-chuan frowned. "It's cold outside."
"It won't freeze her to death!"
Zhou Manli drank a mouthful of soup. There was no sign of concern on her face. "If anyone dares to go out and pick her up, you can stand outside with her!"
Song Jingwan bit her lip and tugged at Song Wen-chuan's sleeve. She whispered, "Brother, don't make Mom and Dad angry. Later …"
Before she could finish, Song Wen-chuan had already stood up and strode towards the door.
"Ah Chuan! Stop right there! "
"You little brat!"
Song Jingwan lowered her eyes and looked at her hand that had been flung away. She smiled slowly.
Sure enough, as long as Song Yaoyao was still around, her brother's love would be divided into two.
She did not want to share it with that unlucky guy!
*
The door opened and Song Wen-chuan walked out wearing a woolen sweater.
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