Chapter 370 Have been to our Christmas

What if those naive little boys are sweet-mouthed to please others? Yi Ting suddenly discovered that in front of Huo Yunque.

Those little tricks seem vulgar.

Tongtong and Xiaoye’s birthday was not the big banquet Song Yaoya had imagined, but a simple family dinner. Even the meals were prepared by Yi Ting and Lin Shuang together.

The villa is not very big, and there is a warm atmosphere inside and out.

She gave the prepared gifts to Tongtong and Xiaoye respectively, and said with a smile, "Happy birthday."

In addition, there was a small packet of chocolates, which Song Yaoya secretly gave Tongtong.

"Here, I'll pay you back next time, remember to hide it~"

The two little girls looked at each other and smirked.

He was smiling, and a large shadow covered his head, blocking the light.

The two raised their heads unanimously, blinking with the same big eyes, Tongtong instantly became obedient, "Hello Uncle Huo~"

The man lowered his eyes, his gaze swept across her face, and finally fell on Song Yaoyao, with a low "Um" sound.

With his palm facing up, he stretched out towards Song Yaoya.

Song Yaoya held it, watching Tongtong and Xiaoye run away quickly with fright.

"Well--"

The man tugged hard and pulled her into his arms.

Song Yaoya rubbed his sore nose, a layer of mist filled his eyes, and asked glutinously, "Brother, are you drunk?"

Huo Yunque squinted his eyes, and the man tainted with alcohol had a special smell on his body.

The thin lips glowed with water, "No."

"Huh? Really?" Song Yaoya suspiciously, "but brother looks very strange~"

While she was talking, the man suddenly took her slender wrist and walked out the door.

The cold snow hit her face, and Song Yao was cold and shivered. But she screamed in excitement, "Brother, next—huh?"

A finger was placed on her lips, and the man shook his head.

"Low-key."

The coat covered her shoulders, and the scarf covered half of her face.

Song Yaoya was so excited that he stretched out his arms and put on his coat, and whispered in a low voice, "Brother, it's snowing!"

"Ok."

The man's thin lips were lightly hooked, his black coat hung on his arms, holding the little girl's wrist, he strode into the snow.

The first snow this year was heavy, and the ground was covered with white.

Song Yaoyao turned his head, everyone was doing their own things, the light from the window was glowing with orange tones, and it looked extra warm in the long winter night.

No one found them leaving secretly.

The pear vortex on Song Yaoyao's cheek sank, trotting to follow the man's pace, "Brother, don't we need to say hello to them before leaving?"

Isn't it not good to go straight like this?

"No need."

The two left the yard, Huo Yunque opened the car door for Song Yaoya, bowed his head suddenly when she entered.

Song Yaoya's breathing was stagnant, almost thinking that her brother was going to kiss her.

The distance between the two of them is only about one centimeter. As long as one of them takes the initiative, they can touch the thin lip of dreams——

Does it smell good from men?

The heartbeat was so fast, Song Yaoya could even hear their powerful beating sound echoing in his ears.

The brain was blank. Smelling the man's body with the scent of cedar mixed with a light wine, Song Yao felt that she too seemed to be drunk.

"Brother..." she murmured, pinching the skirt tightly.

But at this moment, the man suddenly withdrew.

Before I was lost, I heard the man's deep and gentle voice.

"Now, have been to our Christmas."

Brin took cold medicine, so I wrote so much today, and I will give you 12 chapters tomorrow. After finishing writing the old book and updating Brin, I will go to rest. The weather is cold, so let's go to bed early~ An'an!

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