Chapter 259 Standards

When the voice fell, a low laugh sounded in the room.

Huo Yunque rescued her from the quilt, his icy eyes melted in an instant, and his tone was narrow, "Song Yaoyao, what was thinking in his head all day, eh?"

Think day by day, dream by night.

The little girl’s dream is getting bigger and bigger.

It seems that in the future, she really can't let her sleep outside, just in case—

"Eh?"

Song Yaoyao was pulled out, her hair draped messily on her shoulders, her small face, her skin white.

She blinked and couldn't believe it.

"Brother, aren't you angry with me?"

Just revealed it?

"Think less about the mess in the future."

Huo Yunque stretched out his hand and squeezed her face, pinched a red mark on the little girl's cheek, got out of bed and left.

"Get up quickly and don't be late."

"Wow!"

Song Yao squatted his mouth, covering his cheeks and dared not speak.

Only with two tears, the water whirled in his eyes.

She watched Huo Yunque's back disappear, and the door closed in front of her eyes.

Suddenly the tears closed, one head plunged into the pillow, and his small fist slammed the bed.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Huo Yunque paused and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This little girl, so cute and noisy, what is she doing in the room?

"Uncle, you and Song Yao-?"

Forget it...

Huo Ningxi was wearing sportswear with sweat on his forehead, apparently he had just returned from a run outside.

He watched Huo Yunque come out of Song Yaoya's room, and when his gaze fell on his neck, which was full of bite marks, he suddenly stiffened, tightening his lips, and didn't want to ask any more. He lowered his head towards Huo Yunque, "Uncle, I will go back to wash first."

After all, he walked quickly past Huo Yunque, but his footsteps were slightly messy, and his calm breath was replaced by irritability.

"Ah……"

Huo Yunque laughed and turned back to his room.

He would never explain to anyone what he was going to do.

Whether Huo Ningxi misunderstood or did not misunderstand, what does it have to do with him?

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Song Yaoya rarely logs into social software, and basically maintains transactions with Meng Qiqi once a week. Originally, Meng Qiqi saw that she wanted to make money and wanted to introduce customers to Song Yaoyao, but Song Yaoyao refused.

She has to study, read books, and bring up the scumbags of class three.

I'm so busy every day, where is the time to edit pictures.

When I got in the car and logged in to QQ, countless messages came in.

Meng Qiqi: Ah ah ah ah! ! I'm so sour! !

Meng Qiqi: Sister! Have you read Xingxing’s Weibo? Ooooooo, fifty autographed photos! I have collected countless peripherals and albums of him, but no autographed photos!

Meng Qiqi: Today I am a lemon! Those who can receive an autographed photo of their brother must have saved the galaxy in their previous life! !

It's slender:...

If nothing else, those autographed photos should be hers.

Did she save fifty galaxies? ?

It's slender: I have it, do you want it?

Meng Qiqi:? ? ?

Meng Qiqi: Hahaha sister, this joke is not funny at all. Have you forgotten that you paid a big price last year and wanted to buy his autographed photo but didn't buy it?

Song Yaoyao didn't return because Huo Ningxi was talking to her.

His eyes flickered and his expression twisted.

Song Yaoyao made it inexplicable.

He asked: "Song Yaoyao, is there anything uncomfortable with you?"

Huo Ningxi's gaze rolled around her, with a very strange expression.

Following his gaze, Song Yaoya lowered her head, raised her arm and kicked her leg, "Huh? I'm fine, Huo Ningxi--" She looked at Huo Ningxi silently, "What are you trying to ask? "

Huo Ye: A head of yellow waste, what do you think about all day? [frown]

窈窈: woo woo!

Huo Ye pulled the bathrobe belt and hooked his fingers: Don't think about it, just look directly.

(End of this chapter)