Chapter 455 I will not be affectionate

But sometimes he speaks sternly, like a little adult. Occasionally, it's like a child.

Zhang Shu sighed, "Isn't this... I'm counting on it, I guess it's been more than half an hour."

Huo Yunque's expression instantly sank, and he reprimanded in a low voice, "Making a fool!"

A person who is obviously so afraid of pain, is playing crazy outside in the cold weather, and she is the one who suffers in the end after catching a cold.

"Yes, yes," Uncle Zhang heard that Huo Yunque was angry, and he nodded repeatedly, "I am not optimistic about Miss Song."

"It's nothing to do with you, she's uplifting, who can watch?"

Especially Uncle Zhang who treats Song Yaoyao as a child's pet, what she wants, if not for Huo Yunque's repeated orders not to eat sweets to Song Yaoya, I am afraid that Song Yaoya will be fed by him with a tooth decay.

"I went to see."

He put down his glasses, and walked out.

Uncle Zhang was taken aback and hurriedly chased out with his jacket, "Sir! Jacket! Put the jacket on!"

Huo Yunque took it and draped it over his shoulders, "No need to follow."

"Hey--"

Uncle Zhang sighed and persuaded her with a sigh, "Sir, Miss Song is squeamish, you are older, please let her be a little bit, don't be aggressive with her!"

He watched the figure walk away and shook his head. When the wind blew, his bones hurt when it was cold. Uncle Zhang pulled his hands into his sleeves and was about to go back.

The rest of the light swept away, and suddenly he was stunned.

The car has been covered with a thick layer of snow, and it is estimated that it will be some time before returning.

"This, this... here! Where's the younger? He's back?"

He had been below just now, and he didn't hear the sound of going upstairs.

Uncle Zhang rubbed his frozen face and greeted a servant.

"This...Uncle Zhang, I didn't come in at all when I came back. I went straight to the small garden."

"small garden?!"

Uncle Zhang lost his voice, he stamped his feet angrily, he couldn't see Huo Yunque's figure from tiptoe, "What's all this?!"

I didn't look down on Miss Song at the time, and even looked at her again.

Now Miss Song doesn't like it anymore, but I'm worried about it.

But the problem is--

Where is his chance of winning against your husband?

Song Yao was tired, and Huo Ningxi's words woke her up. She rolled a chubby snowball on the ground, and then rolled a smaller one as her head.

When Huo Yunque came, he saw the little girl squatting in front of a huge snowman from a distance, not knowing what he was doing.

His thin lips raised a slight arc, but when his gaze fell next to her, his smile faded.

The deep eyes became dull and unclear.

"Huo Ningxi?"

His tone was lazy and inattentive, with only a little interest in his voice.

Huo Ningxi squatted beside Song Yaoya, and just as he was about to reach out to poke the snowman, he was beaten down by Song Yaoya mercilessly.

She glanced at him warily, "Don't touch my snowman!"

"Tsk—"

Huo Ningxi pulled his lips and looked at Song Yaoyao's facial features of picking the snowman. The more he pierced, the uglier he was. He vaguely saw that it was a human figure. He asked, "Song Yaoya, who are you piled up?"

"It's not you anyway." Song Yaoyao answered without looking back.

"Sneez--I don't want it to be me either! Such an ugly snowman--" Huo Ningxi disgusted.

Song Yaoyao shrugged indifferently, and finally did it well. She took off the scarf from her neck and wrapped it around the snowman's neck with a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't be passionate."

"you……"

Huo Ningxi became angry, "It's best to be like this!"

(End of this chapter)