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Chapter 599

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Mr. Huo was ready to eat.

She curved her eyes, bright and sweet, like a cat taking a nap in the sun.

She was soft.

Huo Yunque's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were dark.

"I'm a little hungry."

"Ah … let's go!"

Song Yaoyao was about to get up when her wrist was grabbed, and she fell back into the man's broad and hard chest.

"Oh … Brother?" She blinked, and her eyes met the man's gradually darkening eyes. It was as if there was a ferocious beast hidden in the abyss, looking at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

The silent tension and charming atmosphere flowed in the room.

Song Yaoyao curled her fingers, and her face was slightly red. She said softly, "Brother, let's eat first … Ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, her body flipped over.

She looked up and saw the man's handsome and gentle face, and the small crystal chandelier above his head.

His low and hoarse voice was especially bewitching, and it sounded soft and gentle in her ears.

"Thank you for reminding me. Now, Mr. Huo, let's start 'eating' —"

Song Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.



In her dream, Song Yaoyao became a fish, and it was a fish that was thrown into the pot to be cooked.

She flipped it over and over, frying one side, and then the other.

She was so anxious that she felt that the fish would be ruined if she continued frying it.

When she woke up from her dream, it was already afternoon, and the sunlight was shifting.

Song Yaoyao mumbled and saw the man sitting beside her reading a book. He was full of energy. She gritted her teeth angrily, and she felt that God was really unfair!

Why was she as tired as a dead dog, while he looked like he had eaten an all-nourishing pill?

Her calf was kicked, but it didn't hurt.

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of smiles as he looked at her through the lens.

"You're awake?"

"Hmph!"

Song Yaoyao pouted, and her face turned away, indicating that she didn't want to talk to him.

"Ha …"

A low laugh came from behind, and then she was lifted up into the air.

The man carried her to the bathroom.

"Why are you angry? You are also very … Ugh … "

His mouth was covered, and he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes as he looked at the mirror, using his eyes to trace her eyebrows across the air.

Her eyebrows were delicate and thick, and her nose was straight and tall. The tip of her nose was slightly red. Her lips were plump and full, as if she had applied high-quality lip gloss. She had the most beautiful pair of eyes, the ends of which were raised upwards. Her jet-black eyes seemed to be hiding a ripple of gentle waves, pure and lustful, invisibly seductive.

Song Yaoyao glared at him. "Don't talk!"

Huo Yunque chuckled hoarsely.

His laughter was sexy and pleasing to the ear. It made people blush even more than when he spoke. Her ears felt numb like an electric current. Song Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks. "You're not allowed to laugh either!"

She was arrogant and domineering.

Huo Yunque pinched her cheeks. "Open your mouth."

"Ugh …"

The taste of strawberry-flavored toothpaste filled his mouth and the electric toothbrush vibrated slightly.

She squinted her eyes, held the toothbrush, and stared blankly at the mirror.

The man stood behind her, combing her soft, jet-black hair with a comb. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression was serious.

Song Yaoyao's gaze fell on his black shirt, and she found that Huo Yunque was especially suited to black.

Of course —

In her impression, Huo Yunque didn't seem to have any clothes that didn't suit him. Even when they first met, the long gown he wore didn't seem out of place on him at all. Some people dressed like they were doing crosstalk, and some looked like they were going for a walk.

He was the only one who exuded an air of elegance and elegance, as if he had walked out of a painting.

Wearing a long gown wasn't against anyone! And I like crosstalk too!

If you scold me, I'll scold you too!

Bah, you little pig!

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