Chapter 257 The Irregular Dream

"Is your brother here specifically to see me?" Song Yaoyao curled her eyes, her voice was sweet as if she was wrapped in honey, and the sweetness came out as soon as she opened her mouth.

"No."

Huo Yunque curled his lips, patted her back with his big palm.

Song Yaoyao, who was not sleepy at first, smelled the scent from the man, drooped his eyelids, his head was little by little, and the laziness and sleepiness began to fill from his bones.

"lie!"

Song Yaoya braced her spirits, Jiaojiao yawned, her apricot eyes opened a thin slit, and her brows were filled with pride.

"How do you explain, brother? Don't tell me you went to the wrong room? I'm not a kid anymore, don't believe me~"

She yawned and groaned Nuo Nuo.

"Well……"

Huo Yunque was funny, and his answer was vague.

He patted the girl's thin back with a big palm, and she buried her head in his neck, curling her eyelashes and blinking from time to time, bringing an itchy sensation.

It seemed as if the little milk cat stretched out his hand and scratched his paw, his face still looked like an ascetic immortal, the inside was already like boiling oil, and it started to boil.

"brother."

Song Yaoya put his arms around his neck. Once he felt relieved, sleepiness swept over him.

"Can you sleep with me tonight?" she said timidly: "I can't sleep when you go."

When I close my eyes, it's bloody.

Song Yaoya hated such images in his mind, but had to be grateful for such warnings. At least, he pulled Song Wenchuan back from hell.

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes when he refused.

The little girl sat lightly on his lap as if she was weightless. He only needs one arm to wrap her in his arms, which is more than enough.

"Can't it?" Song Yaoya was a little disappointed, and his sleepiness disappeared a lot.

She obediently crawled down from Huo Yunque's arms, her expression fainted, "Then brother go back and rest early, brother good night."

Gee--

Huo Yunque was funny, the little girl said that when she changed her face, she changed her face, just like a child.

He squinted and teased her deliberately, "Okay, good night. Then I'm leaving?"

With that, Huo Yunque stood up and wanted to leave, not surprised that he felt his sleeves were tightly pulled.

He looked over, his voice was filled with a sly smile that couldn't hide, "Isn't it good night? This is another kid who doesn't speak a lot of words, huh?"

Song Yao shrank into the quilt, only showing **** and white eyes.

After hearing that she snorted and said confidently: "It's not me anyway!"

Huo Yunque smiled suddenly, and his low, dumb voice echoed in the quiet bedroom.

Together with the sweet smell of the girl in the room, it finally turned into a particularly seductive scent.

He sat back again, stretched his long arms, wrapped Song Yaoyao together with the quilt, and put it on his lap.

The big palm patted her back lightly, "Make an exception and go to bed."

Hearing his commands, Song Yaoyao couldn't help but **** his lips, like a little fox who succeeded in stealing fish. She nodded obediently and stopped making trouble.

"Good night, brother~"

It's really good night this time.

After tossing all day, Song Yaoyao was sleepy. The dream is a majestic snow-capped mountain, where you can see, the wind and snow are awe-inspiring, covered in silver.

She murmured in her dream: It's so cold.

Almost instantly, the winter snow melted, and tender seedlings emerged from the dark ground. Song Yaoyao watched the young plants sprout and grow.

In an instant, there were clusters of flowers and green grass all around.

It's like a fairyland.

Then, the snow-capped mountains melted, and the water turned out to be hot. Song Yaoyao was rushed into a huge hot spring pool, a tall figure was sitting in the mist...

Our baby is still young and my brother is a gentleman

cough……

Come, stew some meat residue in your dreams

(End of this chapter)