Chapter 533
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Happy birthday, brother.
"Ugh …"
Song Yaoyao struggled to get out of the jacket. She pursed her lips and wanted to take it off —
Suddenly, he felt a cold and threatening gaze.
Song Yaoyao looked up and innocently met Huo Yunque's eyes.
The man's face was ashen. "Do you want to freeze yourself to death?"
"I …"
Song Yaoyao opened her mouth. The man's face was calm, but his hand reached out, one by one, and fastened the buttons of the coat.
From head to toe.
Song Yaoyao, who had carefully dressed herself up, looked innocently at the length of the coat that almost reached her feet and the silver high heels that only revealed a little bit of the tip.
Everyone looked at each other. Mu Jing rubbed his nose and rolled his eyes speechlessly. "F * ck … Huo Er is too overbearing, isn't he? If it were me, I would definitely — "
It was even worse than what he had done!
But he couldn't control his wife!
With that thought in mind, he looked at Huo Yunque with eyes that were filled with envy and admiration.
The little girl was so pitiful. She was eaten to death by a big tailed wolf.
"Brother!"
Song Yaoyao swung her long sleeves and stomped her feet in embarrassment. "You ruined the perfect atmosphere!"
"No."
Huo Yunque lowered his eyes, took her hand, and patiently rolled up the long sleeves.
Once one was healed, he would switch to the other.
Until her little hand was revealed. "Alright, we can begin now."
"Pfff …"
Tang Xinrou quickly covered her mouth and almost burst out laughing.
She swore that this scene would definitely become one of the most unforgettable scenes in Yaoyao's life.
Song Yaoyao sniffed, looked up unhappily, and met the man's eyes.
"It wasn't easy for me to prepare this," she complained softly.
"I know."
The man's fingertips rubbed against her porcelain-white cheeks. It was cold to the touch.
His pitch-black eyes were like thick ink that could not be dissolved, dark and gloomy. He sighed, his voice as intoxicating as wine. "I'm very surprised and happy."
His voice was like a heavy hammer that struck Song Yaoyao's heart.
At the end of the day, all she had done was to make Huo Yunque happy.
The girl's thick black eyelashes fluttered as she held the box in her hand unconfidently. "Really?"
"Yes."
At some point in the night, snow began to fall. Mixed with the soft light blue light, the two of them were enveloped in it.
The fragrance of flowers seemed to permeate the air, and the snow melted on the skin, making it slightly cool.
Her soft long hair draped over her shoulders like satin, and her small face was delicately painted, making her look even more beautiful. She was less pure and had more of a little girl's naivety.
Huo Yunque lowered his head slightly. His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it clearly.
"I feel very happy to see you."
Song Yaoyao's mind was filled with thoughts. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she looked up, trying to meet the man's eyes.
She saw the focus and seriousness in his eyes, as well as ripples.
It all proved the truth of his words.
Song Yaoyao took a deep breath and said, "Happy birthday, brother."
Huo Yunque curled his lips, and an invisible aura surrounded the girl.
"Thank you." He was serious and gentlemanly.
It was this kind of man who had attracted her from the first time she saw him.
Song Yaoyao hadn't thought so far ahead in the past. One day, she would stand in front of this man and propose to him …
"Brother, brother …"
Song Yaoyao took a deep breath. She was so nervous that her voice trembled.
(End of Chapter)
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