Chapter 91
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She held her waist and grimaced. She was furious at the thought of Song Yaoyao.
"Mom … Stop it! Let me help you back to your room to rest. "
Song Jingwan's expression was unreadable as she quickly cut in and stopped her from continuing.
But the more she acted like this, the more Zhou Manli believed that Song Yaoyao was born to be her jinx.
She thought about how unlucky she had been since last night and how she had almost lost half her life. She forced herself to swallow her words and went upstairs with Song Jingwan.
At the dining table, Song Rui adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes. "Ah Chuan, do you think this has anything to do with Yaoyao?"
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but his wife did. Moreover, his eldest daughter had shown extraordinary good luck since she was a child. His firm heart began to waver.
Especially in the past two days, it had been too torturous.
"What?"
Song Wen-chuan put down his crutch and laughed. "Dad, you believe in this too? Yaoyao doesn't know anything. Don't you think it's unfair to accuse her of something she didn't do? "
"I didn't say anything, did I?" Song Rui frowned.
"Anyway, I don't think so. If you really want to find a reason for this, then I think only those who treat Yaoyao badly will be unlucky. Isn't that right?"
Why didn't other people have bad luck? Only Song Jingwan and Zhou Manli had fallen and broken their heads, and the other sprained her waist and got a concussion?
Song Wen-chuan laughed as he thought about it. He knew it wasn't nice to laugh at his mother, but he wanted to laugh.
If that was really the case, that girl was indeed interesting.
Watching Song Wen-chuan leave, Song Rui narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Only those who treat her badly will be unlucky …"
If that was really the case, then everything could be explained.
*
Late at night, everything was silent.
The wind was howling outside the window, and the fallen leaves were blown all over the ground.
Boom — —
Boom!
Song Yaoyao abruptly opened her eyes, and all she saw was endless darkness.
She took a deep breath, licked her lips, got up, and turned on the lamp.
The room quickly lit up.
Her heart was beating wildly and her throat was dry, as if something was strangling her throat.
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor. They were very light and carried with them the sound of the wind outside the window. In this deep night, it was especially eerie.
Song Yaoyao suddenly lifted the quilt and ran barefoot to open the door.
The man had a gray fleece bathrobe draped over his shoulders, and underneath it was a navy blue silk nightgown. He was passing by her door with a cup in his hand.
"Big Brother!"
The little girl poked her head out of the door. Her hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to her face. Her face was as pale as paper.
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and estimated the time in his mind.
It was at least two o 'clock in the morning.
"Why are you not sleeping?"
Song Yaoyao sniffed and said, "Brother, there's thunder outside."
"Mm." Huo Yunque nodded and glanced at her face. "Are you scared?"
"I'm not scared."
The little girl's eyes were dark. "I'm worried that you'll be scared. Big Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"
When she said this, she gripped the hem of her nightgown so tightly that her fingertips turned white.
She was like a little bunny who was obviously trembling in fear, but still pretended to be calm.
Huo Yunque's thin lips curved upwards. "No."
He walked towards his room, but the corner of his shirt was grabbed by a small hand. There was a smile in his eyes and he looked sideways. "I'm not afraid of thunder, and I don't need anyone to sleep with me."
Boom!
There was another loud sound, and Song Yaoyao was so frightened that she buried her head in Huo Yunque's back.
Her voice was broken. "No, you need …"
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