Chapter 546
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She Blabbed Whenever She Drank
She was both guilty and flustered. She didn't even want to sleep under the blanket and hurriedly got up.
Tang Bingyao: I'll go check on her!
She drank last night as well. For someone like her, when she drank too much, the 18 × 18 comics and animes that she usually read would automatically come to mind. In addition, Song Yaoyao had prepared a birthday surprise and a proposal for Huo Yunque last night. It was too romantic.
She teased her with her blabber.
In her opinion, Song Yaoyao would always be in a state of confusion when she joked like that in the past. Tang Xinrou had said it so vaguely that she didn't understand at that time. Tang Xinrou didn't know that she would really do it!
She was so flustered that she even wore two socks of the wrong color.
She went to privately message Song Yaoyao. When she saw the string of messages, Tang Xinrou wanted to slap herself to death.
"Who told you to drink! Who told you to drink! "
That slap was truly resounding. There was a big handprint on her face and she quickly ran out.
When she passed by the living room, she bumped into her big brother.
"Hey, what happened to your face —"
"Big Brother, move aside. I have something to do. Don't block my way!"
…
When Tang Xinrou arrived at the Huo residence, Song Yaoyao was indeed still asleep.
Uncle Zhang smiled kindly and personally brought her upstairs.
"Miss Song rarely sleeps in. This is Miss Song's room. You can go in directly. I won't accompany you."
Tang Xinrou nodded slightly. "Thank you."
She walked over quietly and didn't think much before she pushed the door open.
At first glance, the bed was the first thing she saw.
The girl was sitting by the bed with her back facing the window. The light and shadow covered her slender and graceful body. The man in a shirt and trousers was kneeling on the floor on one knee and was gently putting on her socks.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was very warm and there was no hint of ambiguity.
For a moment, Tang Xinrou wondered if she was scaring herself.
Actually, Yaoyao —
Indeed, he didn't understand.
The way the two of them interacted with each other was like an old married couple who had been married for many years. But at the same time, the love factor that was always jumping in the air was causing trouble.
It was a wonderful feeling. Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque seemed to be living in their own little world.
Tang Xinrou was too embarrassed to disturb her. She was about to leave quietly like how she came when Song Yaoyao discovered her.
"Rourou? When did you get here? "
Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and quickly waved at her.
Tang Xinrou's mouth twitched and she sighed softly. She prayed in her heart that Mr. Huo wouldn't be angry and hate her for interrupting their private time.
But soon, she couldn't afford to let her imagination run wild.
She realized that Song Yaoyao's voice was terribly hoarse, as if she had overused her throat.
Although Tang Xinrou did not have the energy, her spiritual world was rich! He was already an experienced driver.
"Is it raining outside? Are you cold? Have you had lunch? I haven't eaten yet. I'm starving. "
Song Yaoyao patted her stomach and pursed her lips.
She moved over and carefully glanced at Huo Yunque, who had already stood up and was putting on a knitted shirt for Song Yaoyao.
She stuttered as she greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Huo."
"Hello."
Huo Yunque nodded slightly, but his attention was all on Song Yaoyao. He gently took her hand and put on the sleeves.
It was a smoky purple knitted shirt. When Song Yaoyao wore it, it looked lively and delicate.
Tang Xinrou's eyes flashed, and she stood aside cautiously.
"Brother, go out first. I want to talk to Rourou!"
After putting on the clothes, Song Yaoyao kicked Huo Yunque's leg with the tip of her foot and said softly.
(End of chapter)
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