Chapter 933
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Do evil deeds
She wanted to cook a dish for him.
Song Yaoyao: "…"
She originally thought that Huo Yunque was joking, but when she opened her eyes the next day, she saw Huo Yunque sitting beside her, reading a book.
She opened her mouth in surprise. "Brother, you didn't go to the company?"
Huo Yunque calmly flipped through his book. "There's no breakfast."
Song Yaoyao: "What?"
"Breakfast."
Huo Yunque slammed the book shut and turned to look at her seriously. "You do it."
Song Yaoyao: "???"
Dear brother, are you human?
Song Yaoyao collapsed on the bed, hugging the pillow and throwing a tantrum. "My waist hurts, I don't want to! I'm so tired … "
"If that's the case …"
Huo Yunque curled his lips silently, got up, and strode towards the cloakroom.
"That's all for the show. I'm going to the office."
Song Yaoyao quivered and sat up abruptly.
"No no no I can do it!! I can still do it! "
Huo Yunque: "Heh."
You can't.
Early in the morning, Song Yaoyao's waist was sore and her legs were weak. She leaned on the man as a pillar and began to bake bread with difficulty.
She thought that she shouldn't have made a mistake in such a simple matter, right?
In the end …
Song Yaoyao had overestimated herself.
She probably had no fate with the kitchen in this life.
The first time, because she forgot the time, the bread was burnt.
The second time, he set the time, but he overcooked it.
The third time …
The fourth time …
There were always various reasons that led to Song Yaoyao's eventual failure.
"Pa!"
Song Yaoyao pouted and angrily threw the stone-hard bread into the trash can with a sullen face. "I don't want to learn anymore! I'm not doing it anymore! "
After saying that, she stomped away like an angry little animal.
Huo Yunque, who was left behind, raised his eyebrows. He picked up a piece of bread from his plate and put it into his mouth.
After a long while, he chuckled. "As expected, it tastes terrible —"
After Song Yaoyao complained about this to Tang Xinrou, she was mercilessly ridiculed.
She wished she could blow up the kitchen.
Yaoyao: I feel like my five elements clash with the kitchen! It's the oven that's targeting me!
Rourou: Forget it, forget it. Just focus on your studies.
Yaoyao: No! My brother said that if I couldn't cook a meal for him, he wouldn't allow me to eat desserts! Then what's the point of me going on the show!
In the dormitory, Tang Xinrou frowned and rested her chin on her hand, thinking hard.
That was a problem.
She thought and thought. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers.
Rourou: I got it! Do as I say …
In the blink of an eye, it was night again.
Was Song Yaoyao someone who would give up so easily? Of course not!
The more she failed, the braver she became. She would not give up until she achieved her goal.
"Click —"
The door opened.
Song Yaoyao's little heart jumped to her throat. Waves of hot air hit her face, making her eyes watery.
She pulled the blanket up to her chin.
She thought to herself: From the outside, he wouldn't notice, right?
Right, right?
"Not sleeping?"
Huo Yunque raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. Song Yaoyao looked at him and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Why are you looking at me like that? What do you want?"
There was only one wall lamp in the room. The warm yellow color seemed especially soft. The girl blinked her eyes and didn't say anything. She just looked at him innocently.
It made his heart itch.
Huo Yunque took off his sleeves and threw them on the table. He strode to the bed and leaned over.
A cool kiss gently landed on Song Yaoyao's forehead.
He scratched Song Yaoyao's messy hair as if he was coaxing a child. "I'm going to take a shower first. Be good, okay?"
(End of chapter)
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