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Chapter 850

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In an instant, all the fatigue in her body surged.

He laughed out loud. "Give me your account, and I'll transfer the gift to you."

Sure enough, a little money-grubber was a little money-grubber.

This point had not changed at all.

"Ask Hou Jiu for it."

Song Yaoyao propped her cheeks and gently fanned herself. The fragrance from the incense burner faintly wafted into her nose.

Huo Ningxi agreed.

After hearing from Hou Jiu, Song Yaoyao found out that Huo Ningxi had transferred a huge sum of money to her.

Hou Jiu asked, "Do you want to return it?"

Song Yaoyao glared at him. "Why should I return it? He willingly gave it to me, so it's mine. "

Moreover, she had endured her physical discomfort in the middle of the night to play the hero and save the "beauty".

If it weren't for her, Huo Ningxi would have been raped by an old woman.

Tsk, how big of a psychological trauma would that have been?

Want her to pay for it? Dream on!

"But if that's the case …"

Song Yaoyao propped her face with her hands and tapped her cheeks lightly with her fingers. Her dark eyes were filled with craftiness.

"The money for filming is enough."

There was no need to find another investor.

"Cough, Hou Jiu congratulates Miss Song."

Hou Jiu couldn't help but smile and bow to congratulate her.

Song Yaoyao waved her hand and smiled like a little fox. "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."



Unfortunately, Song Yaoyao couldn't keep a low profile that night.

At eight o 'clock in the evening, her phone rang on time.

It was a video call from overseas.

Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up and she quickly answered the call.

Before she could say "Brother", she suddenly thought of something.

She quickly pulled a long face and crossed her arms, pretending to be impatient as she glanced sideways at the man who appeared on the screen.

Even the front camera couldn't hide his outstanding facial features.

"What's wrong? Hmm? "

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. His eyes were filled with a smile as he looked at the young girl with a sour expression and an exceptionally cold expression.

Hearing this, Song Yaoyao humphed and lifted her chin.

Instead of answering, he asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

Her waist was still sore! I can't be nice to him!

"Ugh …"

Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Does missing you count?"

It was still daytime where he was. Light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and filled the entire room.

The corners of Song Yaoyao's mouth almost curled up. Out of habit, she wanted to act coquettishly and say, "I miss you too ~"

However, her rationality prevailed over her feelings. She tried her best to keep a straight face and said coldly, "Oh, that's it?"

"Cough —"

Huo Yunque was helpless. He pressed his fist against his lips and coughed twice.

"Are you still angry?"

He raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. From his fingertips to his protruding Adam's apple, he exuded a strong scent of hormones, which was especially sexy and seductive.

If it were any other time, Song Yaoyao would have blushed and stared at him.

But today …

She, Niohulu Yaoyao, wanted to be an emotionless woman!

"Angry? Why should I be angry? I'm not angry! "

Song Yaoyao crossed her arms in front of her chest and raised her chin coldly to look at him.

Her entire body, even her hair, seemed to be brimming with dissatisfaction.

Huo Yunque couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned over and approached the screen. A pair of flirtatious and narrow phoenix-like eyes stared intently at Song Yaoyao. He asked gently, "Then why are you not willing to talk to me? Classmate Song, Mr. Huo misses you very much. "

Song Yaoyao snorted softly and tried to hold it in.

"What's there to miss? You're the one who didn't want to take me. "

It wasn't like she didn't want to go. Now he said he missed her. Hmph! Pig trotter!

Hearing this, Huo Yunque sighed softly.

There was still a gentle and doting smile in his eyes. "And you say you're not angry."

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