Chapter 561
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Here comes my brother.
"Otherwise?"
Song Yaoyao raised her small face proudly, and the invisible little tail behind her was about to rise to the sky.
Under the light, her small face was as beautiful as a flower, exceptionally radiant.
Huo Yunque smiled and kissed her forehead.
"This is your reward."
…
Song Yaoyao changed her clothes upstairs and was led downstairs by Huo Yunque.
Then, he realized that the atmosphere downstairs was a little strange.
She blinked and poked her head out from behind the man's tall body.
When his eyes caught sight of a thin figure, his eyes lit up and he immediately shouted excitedly, "Brother!"
She suddenly flew over and hugged Song Wen-chuan's neck.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Huo Yunque was mercilessly abandoned. His gaze swept past the little girl's small hand that was intimately wrapped around his neck, and his eyes darkened slightly.
Song Wenchuan's lips curled up as he pulled her down and rubbed her head.
"I came to see you. Did he bully you?"
"Cough …"
Song Yaoyao blushed. She glared at Song Wen-chuan. "No, brother, don't worry!"
"Oh?"
Song Wen-chuan's scrutinizing gaze moved from Song Yaoyao to Huo Yunque. His thin lips curved slightly. The two equally powerful men stared at each other, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Huo Yunque chuckled and extended his hand. "Mr. Song, long time no see."
"Ugh …"
Song Wen-chuan smiled faintly and nodded meaningfully. "It's been a while."
The collateral members of the Huo Family looked at each other in surprise.
They could be considered to be experienced and knowledgeable, but they had rarely seen someone whose aura was on par with Huo Yunque's. The two of them went back and forth, seemingly harmonious, but in fact, the smell of gunpowder was suffocating.
Dai Shiqing pursed her lips. She had thought that Song Yaoyao was just a Cinderella who had popped out of nowhere and did not have any powerful backing.
Until Song Wen-chuan appeared —
The thin man was dressed in black. His posture was elegant, and his legs were crossed as he leaned lazily against the armrest. His hand was tapping on the armrest nonchalantly. His face was handsome, and his temperament was cold.
Unlike Huo Yunque, who gave off a cultured and refined aura, he was the kind of person who gave off a bone-chilling aura even when he was smiling.
It was as if some kind of human emotion was missing.
Only in front of the little girl beside him would he melt in an instant, from winter to spring.
Song Yaoyao was very happy that Song Wen-chuan could get along well with Huo Yunque. She said proudly to Song Wen-chuan in a soft voice, "Brother is very good, and he is also very good to me. Brother, you will know later."
Song Wen-chuan's smile deepened, but it did not reach his eyes.
His phoenix eyes narrowed. "Oh?"
"Ahem …"
Grandfather Huo came down from upstairs, and his coughs attracted everyone's attention. He walked to Song Wen-chuan with a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder.
"Welcome, welcome, Yaoyao. Won't you introduce us?"
Song Wen-chuan stretched out his hand. "Hello, Grandfather. I am Yaoyao's brother, Song Wen-chuan. You can call me by my name."
"Ah, good, good! You are indeed a talent! "
Grandfather Huo smiled so widely that his eyes could not be seen. He held Song Wen-chuan's hand and said affectionately, "Since you are Yaoyao's brother, then we are family. Why don't you stay tonight? The kitchen is already preparing. Why don't you stay for New Year's Eve dinner? "
"This …"
Song Wen-chuan silently looked into Huo Yunque's eyes. Under the other party's deep gaze, he smiled. "Then I will respectfully accept. I can also see Yaoyao more."
Song Yaoyao smiled and hugged Song Wen-chuan's arm. "Brother, do you have a New Year's gift?"
(End of chapter)
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