Chapter 70
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Huo Yunque lifted the umbrella to avoid bumping into her. His eyes were downcast.
"Alone?"
Song Yaoyao wrapped her arms tightly around the man's waist. She buried her face in his chest and tried to absorb the warmth emanating from his body.
She nodded gloomily. "Mm …"
"Shall I send you back?" His voice was very low and his expression was indifferent. There was no sense of enthusiasm.
However, it was impossible for him to appear here.
"No."
"Miss, your schoolbag. Why did you leave just like that? Don't forget to bring your things … "
The waitress in the shop hurried out and passed Song Yaoyao's schoolbag to him.
Huo Yunque glanced at Song Yaoyao, who was like an ostrich clinging to him and refusing to move. He reached out to take the bag.
He nodded slightly. "Thank you."
The black umbrella was lifted slightly. In the cold and damp night, the man's well-defined and handsome face made the girl blush instantly.
She stammered, "No, no need to thank me."
She took another look at the girl who was being protected in the man's arms. Half of the umbrella was leaning towards her. The girl was envious.
It was so good to have such a handsome boyfriend …
It was drizzling and the asphalt road was wet. The flashing lights of various shops reflected on the ground. The atmosphere was indescribably peaceful and comfortable.
"Song Yaoyao, stand properly."
His long and narrow eyes were downcast. There was an endless sternness and sternness in them.
"But I'm cold ~"
Song Yaoyao stomped her feet and trembled as she stood up straight. She put her hands in her pockets and tried to shrink into the knitted cardigan that was not thick enough.
She was still wearing her Liyang school uniform. It was a brown British-style suit with a knee-length pleated skirt. She also wore leather shoes and stockings.
Her fair and slender legs were exposed to the cold wind and were shivering.
"Achoo —"
Song Yaoyao rubbed her nose. She pouted and looked up at Huo Yunque.
The man was too tall. She needed to raise her small face high. When the wind blew, she staggered backward and almost fell into the traffic.
Huo Yunque's face darkened as he grabbed her waist and quickly pulled her back.
Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, but when she came to her senses, she felt warm all over.
The man's long trench coat wrapped around her tightly, covering her up to her calves. Song Yaoyao flicked her sleeves, looking like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.
"Eh? Big Brother … "
She turned her head and happily stood beside Huo Yunque. "Big Brother, why are you here? What a coincidence! "
The jacket perfectly dispelled the cold from her body, especially when the jacket was stained with the man's clear scent. It smelled very good.
"I should be the one asking you that. You should be at home at this time." Huo Yunque tapped on his watch. "What's the reason?"
He frowned slightly with a serious expression, like a parent interrogating a child who had done something wrong.
Song Yaoyao stuck out her tongue and lowered her head. "I don't have a home."
Bored to death, she stepped on the water under her feet and sniffed. Her usually soft and cheerful voice had lost its vitality at this moment.
"I was chased out. Mrs. Song Jingwan said I was a jinx. She only has one daughter in her heart, and that's Song Jingwan. Anyway, she doesn't care whether I'm dead or alive."
Huo Yunque did not care why she called her Mrs. Song instead of Zhou Manli 'Mom'.
It had nothing to do with him. He only cared about the reason why this girl was wandering outside on a rainy night.
The car was parked by the roadside, which had already caused dissatisfaction.
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