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Chapter 998

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Sleeping in the Study Tonight

"Knock knock knock."

The door was knocked a few times before a nurse from the hospital pushed open the door and entered.

The room was dark. When she saw Song Jingwan still sitting by the bed and looking at her phone, she reminded her softly, "Miss Song, you should rest early. It'll help you recover."

Song Jingwan pursed her lips.

Recover?

"I understand."

"Then, goodnight."

The nurse quietly retreated. She looked so gentle that it was obvious that she sympathized with Song Jingwan.

Heh.

Song Jingwan didn't know how many times she had seen this look during this period of time.

She opened her recent contacts on her phone. The number that she often dialed was already memorized by heart.

She pressed it again and waited for the sound of the system notification.

But —

This time, it went through.

"Hello?"

When she heard this voice, Song Jingwan's calm face began to crack. Her tone was sharp and venomous. "Song Weiwei!! You set me up on purpose! "



"Brother, it's time to sleep ~"

Song Yaoyao gently pushed open the door to the study and sneaked in like a thief. Then, she lay on Huo Yunque's back and gently tugged on his earlobe.

Huo Yunque's lips curved. His deep voice revealed an unconcealable smile.

"Song Yaoyao, I'm in a meeting."

"Hmm? What — "

Song Yaoyao stared blankly ahead. When she saw the image of the meeting room on the laptop, Song Yaoyao's cheeks instantly flushed red.

She had entered! Acting coquettishly in front of so many people!

It was too embarrassing!

Song Yaoyao instinctively wanted to slip away, but Huo Yunque grabbed her wrist and pressed her onto his lap.

"Where are you going? Let's listen together. "

Song Yaoyao didn't dare to look at those people directly. Her whole body was frighteningly stiff.

"Brother!"

She gritted her teeth and complained in a low voice. Her little hands pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

"Oh —" Huo Yunque knocked on the table with a smile and asked in a low voice, "You didn't have enough for dinner? Use more strength. "

"You! Let go of me!! "

Waves of hot air rushed toward her face. Song Yaoyao didn't need to look to know that her face was burning hot.

"Even if you don't want your face, I still want it. Hurry up and let me go!" Song Yaoyao kicked him angrily.

"Heh …"

The man's sexy and protruding Adam's apple moved slightly, and ripples appeared in his deep black eyes. He stopped teasing her.

"They can't see. Don't be afraid."

Song Yaoyao was stunned. She followed Huo Yunque's slender and clean fingertips and saw that the camera and sound were turned off.

She let out a long sigh of relief and stared at him with a sobbing tone. "I don't want to talk to you anymore! You're a big baddie!! "

He knew that she was scared to death, but he still tormented her on purpose.

Seeing that she was really about to cry, Huo Yunque quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Yes, yes, yes. I was wrong. You go and rest first. I'll let you do whatever you want with me later, okay? "

"I don't want to! You'll sleep in the study tonight! "

Song Yaoyao pushed him away angrily, jumped off his lap, and walked away.

Huo Yunque held his forehead and chuckled. "Slow down. Don't fall."

"It's none of your business!"

The girl's soft voice sounded extremely cute even when she was angry.

The door was slammed shut, representing the anger in Song Yaoyao's heart.

She patted her cheeks and rushed into the washroom to wash her face with cold water. Her irritation gradually dissipated.

Just then, her cell phone rang.

Song Yaoyao's eyes flickered, and she vaguely guessed something.

She picked up her cell phone and realized that there were dozens of missed calls and text messages.

It seemed that he was really anxious.

She had nowhere to vent her anger, and this call came at the right time. Wasn't it right at the muzzle?

(End of Chapter)

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