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Chapter 567

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Red Packet for Little Song

After a long while, he put away his phone and said coldly, "What does it have to do with me?"

After saying that, he stood up and went upstairs, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Huo Zexi and his brothers looked at each other. "Eh? Why are you angry? "

"Brat! Why are you asking so much? Go play somewhere else! "

As he said that, Huo Zexi was slapped on the back of his head. The woman glared at him, warning him not to talk nonsense anymore.

These juniors didn't know much, but they did.

For example..

Song Yaoyao, who was now a couple with Huo Yunque, was once considered half of Huo Ningxi's fiancée.

As for why she separated from Huo Ningxi and how she got together with Huo Yunque, they didn't know.

But it had to be said that this girl had a good life.

Some people were born to be doted on. It was impossible not to be envious.

"Yaoyao, come –"

Old Master Huo held a red packet and waved at Song Yaoyao.

"Go."

Huo Yunque patted her back and encouraged her.

Song Yaoyao then skipped over. "Grand … Uncle …"

"Haha!" Old Master Huo laughed loudly. "You can't change your way of addressing me, can you? Actually, I don't mind if you call me Dad directly. We can get to know each other in advance. "

Song Yaoyao's face turned red in the face of Old Master Huo's teasing.

Her eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips, too embarrassed to call him that.

Not far away, his son was still staring at him covetously. Old Master Huo shook his head and laughed as he stuffed the red packet into Song Yaoyao's hand. "Here, in the new year, you have to be good with Yunque."

Song Yaoyao's heart softened. She nodded heavily. "Yes! I will! "

"Oh right, and this –"

Old Master Huo opened the box, and a bright crimson color appeared in front of Song Yaoyao's eyes.

It was a transparent blood jade bracelet. Under the light, there seemed to be water ripples flowing inside the bracelet. It was so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

Old Master Huo rubbed the bracelet with nostalgia. "Your aunt used to wear this all the time. She said she wanted to give it to her future daughter-in-law. Unfortunately, she didn't get to give it to her personally. Come, try and see if you can put it on. "

"I …"

Song Yaoyao couldn't help but take two steps back. "Please keep it as a memento —"

From the look in Elder Huo's eyes and the calligraphy he wrote in the greenhouse, Song Yaoyao could sense the passion hidden in his calm eyes.

He must love his wife very much.

Hearing this, Old Master Huo laughed out loud. "Memories are not something that can be given by these inanimate objects. Ah Shu left me more than this. The most precious things are all here!" He nodded his head and smiled as he handed the bracelet to Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao was still in a daze when a large hand reached out from behind and took the bracelet.

"Brother?" Song Yaoyao looked up.

Huo Yunque held her little hand and put the bracelet on her slightly cool and moist skin for her.

The girl's skin was white and looked like cream. It complemented the jade bracelet and made the bracelet even more transparent. Her skin was flawless.

"It fits very well."

Song Yaoyao suddenly felt as if a heavy stone had fallen on her hand. She was very worried. "Take it off, take it off! What if it hits it? "

She was so nervous that she was about to cry. She held the bracelet in her little hand and didn't dare to move.

Seeing her little face scrunched up pitifully, Huo Yunque rubbed her head and motioned for her to relax.

"It won't break so easily. Even if it breaks, it's its destiny."

There was no eternity in this world. Everything would come to an end one day.

(End of chapter)

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