Chapter 885
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"Eh? Miss Song, you're back! "
Huo Qi was walking downstairs and looked at Song Yaoyao in surprise.
"Yeah!"
Song Yaoyao quickly waved her hand and ran past him.
Uncle Zhang was still standing there dumbly downstairs. Huo Qi looked at Uncle Zhang curiously and scratched his head. "Uncle Zhang, why are you standing there? Where did the oranges come from? "
He reached out for them.
"Slap!"
Uncle Zhang glared at him and quickly hid the oranges.
"Miss Song gave them to me. You can buy them yourself if you want."
"Uh … Uncle Zhang …"
Huo Qi covered his hand and blinked speechlessly.
It was just two oranges. Was it necessary?
Did the oranges in his hand taste different from the ones sold on the market? Would eating them make one immortal?
"Go away. Go play somewhere else."
Uncle Zhang waved his hand disdainfully and left.
Huo Qi was speechless.
He turned his head and saw Huo Jiu walking towards him. He was instantly displeased and kicked him. "You bastard!! When did Miss Song come back? Why didn't she tell me? Do you know how I've been through all this time?! "
He had been living in an abyss of suffering every day. It was as if he was walking on thin ice.
A Mr. Perfect in love was very scary.
Hou Jiu easily avoided him and stood there elegantly.
"Didn't I tell you?"
Huo Qi, "??? Did you? "
Hou Jiu shrugged. "Didn't you?"
Their eyes met. One was innocent and the other was confused.
After a long time, Hou Jiu floated away.
Huo Qi suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Damn it! Huo Jiu, wait for me! "
Song Yaoyao looked around the study and bedroom but couldn't find Huo Yunque.
Puzzled, she returned to her room.
As soon as he stepped in, he caught a whiff of the faint scent of alcohol.
"Brother?"
She puffed up her cheeks. Her brother was drinking in her room?
"Ugh …"
A muffled sound came from a corner.
Song Yaoyao kicked off her shoes, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and quietly walked over.
The man sat in the corner with one of his long legs bent. The bottle of wine was almost empty.
This amount was already beyond what Huo Yunque could bear.
"Brother? Why are you drinking alone? "
Song Yaoyao put down her bag and half-knelt beside him. She placed her hands on the carpet and leaned over to look at him.
Her soft voice brought Huo Yunque back to reality for a moment.
Her long eyelashes were like the wings of an insect, fluttering slowly.
His jet-black eyes emitted a gentle luster.
"Song Yaoyao?"
"It's me, it's me."
His large palm slowly fell on her small face and gently caressed it with a hint of longing.
Song Yaoyao intimately rubbed against him and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
There was still a faint taste of alcohol at the corner of his lips.
"Aiya …"
The next second, Song Yaoyao was caught off guard and fell into Huo Yunque's arms.
The man rested his chin on the top of her head. Her nose was filled with the refreshing scent of alcohol from his body.
Together, it fermented into a special flavor.
Song Yaoyao moved closer to him and hugged his neck. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy? "
"Song Yaoyao."
"Yeah, I'm here."
Song Yaoyao stared at the man's Adam's apple. As he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, making her want to take a bite.
His husky and magnetic voice sounded a little nasal.
It gave her the illusion that he was actually acting coquettishly.
"Where did you go when you came back?"
Song Yaoyao was not surprised that Huo Yunque knew.
"Brother, you know? I wanted to give you a surprise. "This was also the reason why she did not get anyone to pick her up.
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