Chapter 162 Huo Qi who made mistakes

Song Yaoyao slept very deeply, and his dream was strange and luscious. For a while, it was the faces of his parents and brothers, and the other was Huo Yunque's.

Staggered together, she thought they were people living in one world.

When I woke up, the tears at the end of my eyes had dried up.

She rubbed her eyes and heard the sound of birds flying outside the window.

Song Yaoya crawled over, opened the curtains, and opened the window.

From a distance, I saw a thin figure holding a large cleaning broom, cleaning the fallen leaves in the yard alone.

Those ginkgo trees and maple trees, after a rain, the yellow leaves were knocked down a lot. More and more lonely in winter.

"Huo Qi?"

Song Yaoya scratched his head, curiously crouched by the window and yelled, "Hey! Huo Qi!"

Dejected and sweeping, Huo Qi raised his eyes and saw the little girl lying prone at the window, wearing a pink and white plush pajamas, especially cute.

"Huo Qi, why are you cleaning today? What about the others?"

I usually see many servants, but today there is only Huo Qi.

And he is not a servant in charge of cleaning.

Huo Qi smiled more like crying, "Mr. gave them a vacation. I will do the cleaning of the entire house today."

Song Yaoyao: "Wow!"

She blinked and exclaimed.

There was a knock on the door behind her, and she slid down the bay window and waved at Huo Qi, "Then go on! Catch the duck!!"

People can no longer see, and vaguely saw a small pink fist waved, cheering.

Huo Qi: "..."

So you just left? !

fall!

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There was a layer of fog on the glass outside the window, and the morning light was faint.

The man sat by the window, Guangdu on his shoulders. Wearing rimless glasses, the clean camel turtleneck sweater reveals a gentle and gentle atmosphere. There was light music in the living room, faintly spreading into the dining room, the man leaned back in the chair lazily, and the big, well-knotted hand was tapping the music.

In the winter, the picture in front of me is so beautiful.

Gentle and refined, pure and noble abstinence.

Dress up casually, just like a student who has just graduated from university. There is no danger, harmless tightness.

I'm afraid anyone will see him, and I can't believe that the stomping can cause turmoil. Huo Ye will be such a man whose appearance and temperament coexist, if you look at it, it will cause turmoil.

"Uncle, early."

Behind him came a silly voice, accompanied by a yawning sound.

Huo Ningxi threw the backpack on his shoulders and strode into the dining room.

I saw a petite figure standing stupidly on the spot, looking forward dumbly.

"Song Yaoyao, how colorful are you, and I'm staring at my uncle again?" He raised his eyebrows, mockingly.

Song Yaoya came back to his senses and snorted, "I want you to take care of it! I'm happy!"

The conversation between the two finally attracted the man's attention.

Huo Yunque took off his glasses and beckoned to Song Yaoyao.

"Brother, good morning~"

The little girl had a sweet voice and ran over in small steps.

"early."

In the hoarse voice, there was a slight fatigue.

Song Yaoya looked at it, but stopped talking.

In fact, these tiredness can be seen with the naked eye, and it seems too redundant to ask.

"Miss Song, the kitchen has stewed some nourishing chicken soup and added medicinal materials in, you can drink it."

Uncle Zhang walked behind Song Yaoyao and put down a small cup of chicken soup.

"Thank you Uncle Zhang~"

"This is what I should do. How about Miss Song's rest today?" Uncle Zhang put away the tray and asked concerned.

Sorry everyone, Brin is late!

I apologize for kowtow to everyone!

Klang Klang!

Is it loud enough?

Klang Klang!

(End of this chapter)