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Home > Fantasy > Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby > Chapter 529

Chapter 529

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I'm not coming back.

That being said, Song Yaoyao was still held back by something on the day she came back.

In the morning, Uncle Zhang was still lamenting on the other end. "I wonder if Miss Song will be able to make it back in time today. Sir, it's your birthday today."

Huo Ningxi had moved out a long time ago, and Song Yaoyao was out of town. Now, there was only one master in the huge mansion of the Huo Family.

The man leaned back in the chair and shook the newspaper. His expression was indifferent. "There's nothing special. Don't meddle."

"Sigh …"

Uncle Zhang sighed and felt that it was a pity.

Huo Yunque never liked to be extravagant on his birthday. It was just a gathering between friends.

He went to work as usual. There was nothing different.

Ding!

His phone rang. The man looked straight ahead and stared at the computer quietly.

Huo Qi, on the other hand, was curious and asked softly, "Sir, is it Miss Song?"

"Are you very free?"

The man moved and lazily opened his eyes to look at Huo Qi quietly.

That gaze sent a chill down Huo Qi's spine. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and say timidly, "Sir, I was just curious. It's your birthday today. It's fine if you didn't do it in the past, but this year, Miss Song is here! "

"Get out."

Huo Yunque's eyelids drooped, his voice cold.

Huo Qi pursed his lips. "Yes, sir."

The door closed, leaving Huo Yunque alone in the office.

He turned on his phone and logged into the WeChat account with only one friend.

Little Baby: "Brother QAQ, something happened on set. I can't rush back. Brother, you won't blame me, right?"

H: I'm fine.

Little baby: Brother, happy birthday!

Little baby: [Today is also a day where I love my brother so much.jpg]

H: Yes.

Little Darling: Wuwu, Big Brother, you're so cold QAQ. Are you angry? After I'm done here, I'll be back as soon as possible. Wait for me ~

H: Okay.

Of course, Huo Yunque didn't change this name himself. It was done by a shameless person.

Huo Yunque let her be.

Moreover, this note was quite pleasing to the eye.

"How is it? Have you settled it? "

Tang Xinrou saw Song Yaoyao put away her phone and hurried over.

Song Yaoyao nodded. "It's settled! Brother shouldn't be suspicious! "

"Phew — that's good, that's good! Mr. Huo isn't an ordinary man. I'm really worried that this kind of little trick won't be able to fool him! "

Tang Xinrou patted her chest and said fearfully.

"Hehe, but it's also his first time in love!" Song Yaoyao snickered.

Therefore, Song Yaoyao did not think that Huo Yunque would think too much.

"Miss Song, shall we start setting up?"

Song Yaoyao nodded vigorously. "Gogogo! Try to get it ready before Big Brother gets off work! "

Actually, Song Yaoyao came back the day after she received Uncle Zhang's call. She kept it a secret from Huo Yunque and threatened Hou Jiu not to reveal her whereabouts. She stayed at Tang Xinrou's place for a day.

The next day, she started to go around purchasing things.

Her brother was the most important person in her heart. How could Song Yaoyao miss his birthday?!

Even if she only had one breath left, she would hold on and try her best to crawl back, okay?!

Because she wanted to give Huo Yunque a surprise, everything was set up when Huo Yunque left that day.

What was initially thought to be a simple task turned out to be very complicated when it was actually done.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Hou Jiu put down his phone and said, "Miss Song, Huo Qi sent a message saying that Mr. Huo is already in the car and is ready to come back."

"So, so fast!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Be nimble! Hurry up and set it up! "

(End of chapter)

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