Chapter 255 is to kiss

The warm breath sprayed on his ears, Huo Yunque turned his face slightly uncomfortably, and his expression was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Song Yaoyao."

After a while, Huo Yunque was helpless, "What are you thinking about in your little head every day, eh?"

Song Yaoya blushed, even when he got into the car, she clung to his neck without letting go.

Huo Yunque was helpless, put her on her lap and sat down.

Suddenly remembered the way the little girl was clinging to him when she was not familiar. When she was sitting on her lap, she was amused and blushed, and her eyes were filled with water.

He pulled her hand and lowered his eyes, as expected, the back of his hand was swollen like a steamed bun.

Huo Yunque was not surprised that the little girl was delicate and soft, with delicate skin and tender flesh.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, and some sharp emotions flashed by.

Song Yao's mouth was flat, and he drilled into the man's arms, "It doesn't look good! Don't look!"

She pumped her hand, but didn't.

Huo Yunque asked: "It hurts?"

In fact, I know it well, but I just want to ask.

Song Yaoyao blinked and blinked, his eyelashes were still wet, with a sly fox in his eyebrows.

She secretly looked at Huo Yunque and acted like a baby with a nasal voice, "I won't hurt if my brother kisses me!"

Huo Yunque avoided her wound, put her small hand in the big palm, soft one.

It's really not pretty.

He raised his eyelashes and looked at Song Yaoyao with a smile.

Song Yaoya admitted that his mind was not pure and serious. Under the eyes that he could perceive everything, his little face became redder and red, like red clouds on the horizon and summer roses.

Huo Yunque didn't move, and Song Yao collapsed his shoulders.

"I know I know," she hummed, "My brother is not close to women, it's because I'm greedy--" Before I finished speaking, there was a cold on the back of my hot hands.

Song Yao raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes lit up in an instant.

Sparkling waves, bright as stars.

The temperature of the man's lips was very low, and it was cool on the back of her hand, which just right alleviated the symptoms of the hot, itchy and painful back of Song Yaoyao's hand.

She opened her small red and watery mouth, "Brother, you--"

"Not close to the female?" Huo Yunque met her eyes with a smile but a smile, and the deep ink coldness dissipated, "Then what are you? Huh?"

The ending sounded up, revealing endless ridicule.

"brother!"

Song Yaoya kicked and slammed his head into the man's chest.

Feeling his chest trembling, a mute and magnetic smile filled the carriage, and the street lights outside made a bright galaxy. His smile was so **** and charming that Song Yaowan wanted to bleed!

She curled her lips and couldn't help but curl her eyes.

The way back was very quiet, and the back of Song Yaoya's hand was very hot, and it didn't hurt much anymore, but it just started to itch.

She pouted and muttered, "Brother, my hands still hurt~"

When the voice fell, the little hand reached his lips, trying to hide it strongly.

"Squeamish."

The driver couldn't help but glanced in the rearview mirror, and a storm surged inside.

Their gentleman, who is standing high, turning his hands over the clouds and raining his hands, is gently stroking the little girl's back with a big palm supporting her little hand.

One kiss after another fell on the back of the little girl's hand.

Comforting silently.

It's terrible.

Su's dying!

This kind of honor was given to all the girls in his arms, little by little girls who were already dozing off.

If it is exposed in the future, it will be seen by those celebrity daughters who can't ask for her husband, and I don't know how many people will cry...

The driver didn't dare to look again, and quickly drew his gaze back, putting aside all the messy thoughts.

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