< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Home > Fantasy > Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby > Chapter 820

Chapter 820

Words:1120Update:22/07/01 09:15:13

Report

Remember [Love Network] in one second and provide you with interesting reading.

An Ruoyao crossed her arms and walked towards Song Yaoyao with a malicious look. "So what identity are you using to attend this banquet? Are you using the identity of Mr. Huo's lover? Actually, you should really do a DNA test. What if Song Weiwei's parents are your biological parents? "

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes and did not say a word.

An Ruoyao thought that she was guilty, so she became even more smug.

"Did I hit the nail on the head? Song Yaoyao, are you afraid? "

She was so arrogant, but she was afraid?

How satisfying!

"Are you done?"

Song Yaoyao shook off the water droplets on her hands and looked up calmly.

The girl's eyes were dark and clear like glass. She looked at An Ruoyao without any emotion.

The anger, guilt, despair, and fear that An Ruoyao had imagined were all absent from Song Yaoyao's eyes.

She saw that Song Yaoyao ignored her and walked past her, so she reflexively tried to stop her.

"Song Yaoyao, you …"

"Ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, the world spun and An Ruoyao's face was violently pressed against the cold wall.

Song Yaoyao's hands were twisted behind her back. She tilted her head and grabbed An Ruoyao's hair with her small hands and pressed her face against the wall beside the sink.

"What else do you want to say? Do you want to continue now? "

"Mmm … Song Yaoyao!!"

An Ruoyao struggled with all her might. "Let go … Let go of me!"

The girl's delicate little face lit up with a bright smile. She looked down and said, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. "

Was it because she hadn't hit anyone for so long that these people had forgotten that she actually had a bad temper?

One by one, they were taking advantage of her. Did they really think that she didn't have a temper?

"Song Yaoyao … Phew …"

An Ruoyao gasped for breath. The two of them were not the only ones in the washroom. The guests who came in were all shocked by this scene.

Her body stiffened, and she instantly became mute, afraid that her identity would be discovered.

Song Yaoyao, on the other hand, was natural and unrestrained. She even had the time to greet them. His smile was bright and clean. "I'm sorry, I have to settle some personal matters. Please go ahead."

The shocked socialites and upper-class ladies were speechless.

What happened next made An Ruoyao collapse. These people actually listened to Song Yaoyao's words and went to the bathroom. When they came out, they washed their hands and touched up their makeup.

From the beginning to the end, there was not a single word of idle talk.

Weren't these people going to help?!

The bathroom quickly quieted down.

In the empty corridor, there was a sweet and soft laughter, with a soft nasal sound.

"Look, even if I'm a fake daughter, it's still easy for me to kill you. No one would even dare to stop me."

An Ruoyao could no longer feel her hands. She could not understand how Song Yaoyao could be so strong. Her legs were trembling, and her back was bent. Her entire body was in a particularly twisted position.

Her face was pressed so hard that it was deformed.

"Song Yaoyao!"

An Ruoyao was on the verge of breaking down. "Aren't you afraid that people will find out?!"

"I'm not afraid." Song Yaoyao's eyes curved into crescents. She said matter-of-factly, "It's true that I left the Song family. But have you forgotten that I have another identity besides this one?"

An Ruoyao was stunned.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the girl's domineering expression in the mirror.

"I'm also the future mistress of the Huo family."

What was a mere Song family to her?

"How is that possible —!" An Ruoyao could not believe it.

Song Yaoyao patted her little face gently. She leaned over and whispered a warning in her ear.

"Whether it's possible or not, it has nothing to do with you. I'll say it again. I, Song Yaoyao, have a bad temper. If you see me in the future, take a detour, understand? Otherwise, I'll smash your face, which is not considered pretty, and let you live with ugliness for the rest of your life. "

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.