Chapter 1155 Little Umbrella

After watching the movie, it was already dark. Originally planned to see Xia Lao, but because it was too late, I was afraid that it would disturb her to rest, so I decided to go there again the next day.

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The next day, Song Yaoya prepared a small gift and went to Mu's house with Tang Xinrou.

Seriously, this is the first time she has been a guest at Xia Lao's house.

They did not live in a villa, but in a high-end community. Take the elevator to the upper floors, and the entire floor is their site.

The decoration style is simple and luxurious, and the marble floor is bright. Compared with the decoration styles of Huozhai or Yijia, Xia Lao's residence is obviously closer to the fashion aesthetic of young people.

"You're pretty, come sit down! I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you arrive now?"

Xia Lao wore loose home furnishings, with a ruddy complexion and fair skin. Compared with the time when she was in the shadow, she had a much plump body and became more amorous.

The ignored Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes, "Auntie, do you still have me in your eyes?"

Xia Lao squinted at her, "Find a place to sit by yourself, why? Do you want me to invite you?"

Tang Xinrou was stunned, touched her nose, and went to play with her brother.

Xia Lao gave birth in the autumn, and counting, there are still several months old now.

"Would you like to see Ozawa? You are a busy person, this is the first side, right?" Xia Lao took Song Yaoyao toward the bedroom, teasing: "If you didn't bring a gift, you are not allowed to see it!"

Song Yaoya bent her eyes, "I brought it."

She was wearing a small safety buckle, not expensive, but just right.

The warm and clean texture, with small ruyi and auspicious clouds carved on it, symbolizes peace.

By the time Song Yaoyao entered, Tang Xinrou had already played with Little Carrot.

The kid who loves to laugh, poke his finger and immediately grinned and laughed. He ate round, small arms and legs like lotus root joints, tender and raw, making people want to take a bite.

Song Yaoyao couldn't move his eyes when he saw him, so cute!

Xia Lao laughed secretly, "You go to play with him, I will tell the nanny to cook something, and stay for lunch at noon."

Tang Xinrou naturally responded with Song Yaoyao.

Children like sleeping very much, and fall asleep after playing.

Tang Xinrou and Song Yaoya walked out of the bedroom lightly. Tang Xinrou's voice softened a bit, and there was expectation in her eyes, "I wish my children in the future would be so cute as well."

"Of course it will." Song Yaoya took it for granted, "unless the child is not yours."

"Puff—" Tang Xinrou glared, "What the hell?"

How could it not be her own?

Song Yao's lips curled, "Otherwise, how could the child be ugly?"

Both of them are online.

Tang Xinrou reacted, and didn't know for a while what to say to Song Yaoyao. Is this praise her or hurt her?

"Asleep?"

Xia Lao put a light drink and beckoned to Song Yaoyao.

When she went over, she put a piece of cake in Song Yaoyao's hands, "First, I will let the nanny go shopping."

"Right," Xia Lao took a seat opposite them, and suddenly said to Song Yao: "Yao, give your baby a name."

"Huh? What, what? I named it?"

With the cake still in his mouth, Song Yaoya was surprised, and pointed at himself.

Tang Xinrou understood what Xia Lao meant.

Xia Lao said, "If it weren't for you, how could I have the chance to give birth to Ozawa? You are the benefactor of our family. You should come to pick this name."

"No way, no way, I can't."

Song Yaoya immediately waved his hand, "You are Ozawa's parents. You should choose your name. Besides, how can I choose a name?"

She frowned her delicate brows, feeling particularly embarrassed.

Xia Lao laughed, "Why not? Spread your talents. You are the No. 1 in the college entrance examination. You are absolutely good at getting a name."

"Mu Jing agrees?" Song Yao was curious.

"Of course, he agrees with both hands and feet."

This couple really is--

Song Yaoya shook his head, "That's not okay. You are Ozawa's parents. The name is of great significance. How can I be an outsider to pick it up." She saw Xia Lao still want to persuade, and immediately raised her hand to stop it, "If you really want to thank me If you do, just give me money."

Tang Xinrou rushed over and squeezed her face, "Xiaocai fan!"

Xia Lao also smiled, "Okay! Make money!"

During the meal, Xia Lao even said, let Song Yaoyao be Ozawa's godmother.

Song Yaoya was almost scared to death by Xia Lao's enthusiasm. After lunch, he ran away in a hurry.

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at night.

After washing, Huo Yunque walked out of the bathroom while wiping wet.

I saw the petite **** the bed with her legs crossed, her back facing him holding a long string of small bags, doing something seriously.

Huo Yunque frowned and walked behind Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoya did bad things seriously and didn't even hear the footsteps.

"what are you doing?"

"Ah!!! Ow!!"

Song Yaoya was already nervous, but she jumped out of the bed with fright. There were a lot of small umbrellas scattered on the bed. She held her hands with tears in her eyes and jumped and jumped, wishing to dig into the ground.

Huo Yunque's brows tightened, he strode to the side of the bed, and as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he pulled Song Yaoya over, pinching her fingers to check.

A needle was pierced on it, and red blood beads were emerging.

Song Yaoya wanted to cry too much, she sobbed, her small eyes kept glancing towards the bed.

Little feet kicked quietly, trying to destroy the crime scene.

"Be honest."

Huo Yunque threw her a cold eye, grabbed her slender ankle and told her to sit still.

Turning to find alcohol and band-aids in the drawer, regardless of Song Yaoya's wailing, after disinfecting her fingers, she tied the band-aids.

After doing everything, his eyes moved.

Song Yaoya noticed it, and rushed forward, covering the bed with his body.

"heads up!"

Huo Yunque's eyelids twitched, his face dark and scary.

He pulled Song Yaoya up and picked up a needle from the bed.

"Want to be pierced again?"

His voice was extremely cold and solemn, obviously angry about it.

Song Yao narrowed her neck, bowed her head stubbornly, and received education.

Huo Yunque sneered and threw the needle onto the table, bent over and picked up the silver pouch on the bed, "What is this? Song Yaoyao, are you careful?"

Song Yaoya's head was about to be buried on her chest, and the two hands hanging on her thighs were tangled together. She twitched, crying and said, "Brother, my hands hurt~"

Trying to use coquetry to fool around.

"Ah."

The shadow in front of him was covered, his chin was suddenly grasped and lifted.

She faced a pair of dark eyes that looked like an abyss and couldn't see the bottom.

"Explanation."

If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. There are small holes in those bags.

(End of this chapter)