Chapter 350 Don't just pinch man's ear

and so--

When a soft little thing suddenly sprang out from under the desk and fell on his lap, Huo Yunque said: "..."

He was slightly startled, and ran into the eyes of the little girl Canruo Xingchen.

She grinned, showing her white teeth, full of vitality.

Raised both hands high, holding a big bright red apple in the palm of his hand, "Brother! Happy Christmas Eve! Peace and safety!"

After froze, an uncontrollable smile spread.

"Ah……"

The laughter from the chest cavity, mute and full of magnetism, slowly filled the quiet office.

He took the apple with his big palm, and pulled her into his arms with slight force with the other hand.

"only one?"

Song Yaoya blushed, and naturally wrapped his neck around his neck and nodded, "Only brother has it~~"

A trivial special treatment makes the smile in the man's eyes deeper.

He stood up abruptly, frightening Song Yaoyao.

"Yeah!! Brother, don't move around!!!"

She hung on Huo Yunque's body like a koala, teetering.

And the man's arms circled directly around her, holding her legs bent, and directly hugging her with one arm like a child, and walked around the desk toward the seating area.

"brother……"

Song Yaoyao put his chin on his shoulder, and kept sniffing the good smell of perfume on his body, "Brother, you smell so good, what kind of perfume is it? I want to use it too~"

The little girl talked endlessly, her mouth refused to rest at all.

It was really difficult for her to hold back under the desk for so long.

Huo Yunque patted her and whispered, "Sit down."

"Oh--"

Song Yao's mouth was pouting, his dark eyes rolled around, and his little hands began to climb up restlessly.

Finally, quickly squeezed the man's earlobe.

Electric current ran through strangely.

The man frowned, his voice sinking, "Song Yaoyao."

Song Yaoyao immediately became nervous, "Yes!"

Anyway, Song Yaoyao decided that if Huo Yunque was angry and blamed her, she would--

"Do you know if you can pinch a man's ear casually? Huh?"

"Huh?" Song Yaoya didn't expect this to be the answer, "Why? What will happen if you squeeze it?" She was curious, shaking her feet.

Huo Yunque put her on the sofa. The little girl was small and sank into the soft sofa, like a puppet.

He put his long arms on the armrests, his back slightly arched, and looked at her condescendingly.

The voice is deep and magnetic, "If you pinch it, it's - forget it."

Song Yaoya was nervous, but the other party gave her such a sentence, and Song Yaoya became angry with a puffer fish instantly.

"Brother! How can you do this!"

"Huh?"

The man occupies the other solo sofa alone, took the fruit knife and began to peel the apples.

Song Yaoya opened his mouth, and was attracted by Huo Yunque's movements.

She rarely saw Huo Yunque doing these trivial things, but in fact, even when he did this kind of thing, he had a kind of casual, calm and calm aura. This makes his movements look particularly good, because the slightly protruding finger bones holding the fruit knife, the slender fingers holding the apple. His palm is very thin and the joints are distinct. The whole hand is like God's most exquisite masterpiece.

If you take a picture and send it out, you can definitely make those who control the patient by hand, excited to a high C!

"Crack—"

Song Yaoya quickly took a photo, and when Huo Yunque cast an inquiring gaze, he pretended to put the phone in his pocket casually, and took a lovely shot.

(End of this chapter)