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Chapter 782

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Ho Si was like a meat wall as he stood in front of Song Wen-chuan.

"You can dote on your own sister. Miss Song will naturally be doted on by our master."

His words were not polite, but it was the truth.

Now, everyone knew that Song Yaoyao was not the daughter of the Song family. They found their biological daughter and couldn't wait to announce it to the world. What did they think of Miss Song?

Ho Si sneered and glanced at him warningly as he strode after Song Yaoyao.

He could completely understand why Hou Jiu, who had been through harsh tests, could have gone to the foreign branch company to take charge. But he was willing to stay by Song Yaoyao's side as a small bodyguard and gladly endured hardships.

Because he was the same now.

Everyone who was close to Song Yaoyao would have the same thoughts as him.

She never deliberately tried to please anyone, nor did she treat them differently. But this neutral attitude, as well as her hard work and strengths, was enough to make people like her.

Their Miss Song was so good. Were these people blind?!

Outside, Hou Jiu stood by the car with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. When he saw Song Yaoyao walking over, he immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth.

Ho Si looked around and suddenly saw a beautifully decorated shop. His eyes lit up and he strode over.

Song Yaoyao waited in the car for a while and was stunned. "Hou Jiu, where's Ho Si?"

"Oh, he —"

Hou Jiu smiled and glanced around. He replied, "I don't know. Maybe he went to the bathroom. If Miss Song is in a hurry to go back, shall we go first?"

"No need." Song Yaoyao bent her legs and fiddled with the pendant on her school bag. "Then let's wait."

Anyway, there was nothing to do.

Not long after, a milky smell wafted into Song Yaoyao's nose.

She looked up and was shocked by a big face outside the car window.

Not only was his face fat, but his smile was also very scary.

However, the other party didn't have any self-awareness and was smiling like a ripple.

"Come, come, Miss Song. I read on the Internet that there's nothing a cup of milk tea can't solve. If there is, then two cups! Look — "

He raised his hands and held the bags in each hand with a smile.

"This cup is strawberry milk tea, and this cup is original pearl milk tea. Both are for Miss Song!"

Huo Jiu laughed hoarsely and cursed silently, "Idiot."

The girl's mouth was slightly opened and she was stunned.

Two cups of steaming hot milk tea were served.

They had the strawberry flavor that she liked.

"Miss Song, don't be sad. Sir will feel sorry for you. That guy has no taste! If I had a sister like Miss Song, she could eat whatever she wanted and those monsters wouldn't be able to touch my sister! "

"Cough —"

Hou Jiu felt that his words were getting more and more ridiculous and gave him a warning glance.

Ho Si shut his mouth in time and smiled foolishly.

"Here, Miss Song."

He moved forward a little more, and that fierce-looking face didn't seem so scary anymore.

It was ugly but cute.

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment and then suddenly smiled. There was a smile in her eyes. Her face was bright and charming, and she was unbelievably beautiful.

Ho Si's heart was about to melt.

Oh my god, Miss Song was an angel!

"Thank you, Ho Si."

Her eyes were like crescent moons and her voice was soft and pleasant.

She thanked him very sincerely.

"Hehe, you're welcome!"

Ho Si scratched his head. Fortunately, he was dark and couldn't see his red face.

"Miss Song, don't be unhappy. If two cups aren't enough, then we'll have four or eight cups …" Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor.

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