Chapter 533, brother, happy birthday

"Well……"

Song Yaoyao pulled it hard, finally got out of his coat, and wanted to take it off with her squeezed mouth——

Suddenly felt a cold, threatening sight.

Song Yaoya raised his eyes and looked at Huo Yunque innocently.

The man's face was pale, "Do you want to freeze yourself?"

"I……"

Song Yaoya opened his mouth, the man calmed his face, but stretched out his hands, one by one, to tie the buttons of his coat.

From head to toe.

The well-dressed Song Yaoyao looked innocently at the length of the coat that was almost down to the back of her instep, and the pointed silver high heels.

Everyone looked at each other, Mu Jing touched her nose, and rolled her eyes silently, "I'm going... Huo Er is too domineering, right? If it's me, I'm sure--"

More than he did!

However, he can't control his wife!

Thinking of this, the eyes he looked at Huo Yunque were faintly envy and admiration.

The little girl was so pitiful that she was eaten to death by a wolf with a big tail.

"brother!"

Song Yaoya shook his long sleeves and stomped her feet in shame, "You have ruined the good atmosphere!"

"No."

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes, took her hand, and patiently rolled up the long sleeves.

One is ready for another.

Until she exposed her little hand, "Okay, now we can start."

"puff……"

Tang Xinrou hurriedly covered her mouth, almost laughing.

She swears that this scene will definitely become one of the unforgettable scenes in her life.

Song Yaoya sniffed, raised her eyes unhappy, and met the man's eyes.

"I finally prepared." She whispered.

"I know."

The man rubbed her porcelain white cheek with his fingers, and his hands became cold.

The pitch-black eyes are like thick ink that cannot be removed, dull and unclear. He sighed, his voice as intoxicating as wine, "I was pleasantly surprised and very happy."

The sound was like a heavy hammer hitting Song Yaoyao's heart severely.

After all, everything she did was just trying to make Huo Yunque happy.

The girl's thick black eyelashes flickered, and she held the box in her hand unconfidently, "Really?"

"Ok."

At night, I don't know when the snow drifted up, mixed in the soft light blue, and gathered the two of them.

If the fragrance of flowers permeates the air, the snow melts on the skin and cools slightly.

Her long soft hair is draped over her shoulders like silk and satin, and a small face has been carefully portrayed, making it more and more charming. A little less pure, a little bit more charming like a little woman.

Huo Yunque lowered his head slightly, his voice so low that only two people could hear him clearly.

"I feel so happy to see you."

Song Yaoyao had many thoughts in her mind, and her long eyelashes were gently lifted. She raised her small head and tried to meet the man's eyes.

I saw the concentration and earnestness in his eyes, as well as the ripples rippling through.

All proved the authenticity of his words.

Song Yaoya let out a sigh, she whispered: "Brother, happy birthday."

Huo Yunque curled his lips suddenly, and the invisible breath gathered the girl in it.

"Thank you." He was serious and gentleman.

Such a man attracted her from the first sight.

Song Yaoyao didn't think so deeply and so far before. One day, she will stand in front of this man and propose to him—

"Brother, brother..."

Song Yaoya took a deep breath, her nervous voice trembling.

(End of this chapter)