Chapter 541 Early stamping, early enjoyment

Ding--

The phone left on the bed shook.

Song Yaoya exhaled and opened it slowly.

Seeing the conversation on the phone, the temperature that had dropped on her face rose again.

And there is a trend of getting hotter and hotter.

Rourou: [Hehehe·jpg]

Rourou: Baby, did you see the gift? Like it?

Rourou: Trust my vision! No matter how cold your brother Huo is, he will definitely turn into a beast when he sees you wearing this!

Rourou: [You know what I mean·jpg]

Rourou: The right time and the right place, now we are going to make peace! Baby, be brave, go!

Rourou: Think about it, your Huo brother is so hooked, even my aunt, a married woman, can't move his eyes off seeing your Huo brother smile. If I change to those unmarried little girls, I am afraid that I will lose my soul!

Rourou: Get stamped and enjoy early!

Rourou: But you must take protective measures, I love you~[Baobo·jpg]

"Snapped!"

Song Yaoya quickly turned off the phone and left it far away.

She crackled and patted her face, a small face under the light was shining like a sunrise, and the light in her eyes was flowing, as if the pulse was affectionate.

She probably didn't know how attractive she looked.

The words Tang Xinrou said stimulated Song Yaoyao. Every time she went out with Huo Yunque, there were always girls who peeked at her brother secretly and tried to take photos secretly!

Song Yaoya believed that as long as they were given a chance, someone would definitely come forward without hesitation.

There will never be a shortage of such people in this world.

She bit her lips almost dripping blood, took a deep breath, and with desperate courage, she pulled the bathrobe belt away...

...

‘True. ’

‘True. ’

Song Yaoya knocked on the door, but no one answered.

She froze for a moment, and began to recoil in her heart.

But thinking of her own purpose, she clenched the bathrobe and unscrewed the doorknob.

‘Crack—’

The door opened.

Now Huo Yunque's room door is never locked, just to prevent her occasionally being afraid of going to bed at night and sneaking over.

Now, it's convenient for Song Yaoyao.

咚, 咚, 咚...

Each step is like stepping on the heart, and the heartbeat fluctuates violently.

Her throat was so dry, her face was red and her head was dizzy.

Before coming, she drank most of the bottle of red wine...

Now the drunkenness is surging, and Song's mouth is flat, and his heart is angry.

Who said that wine is so bold? It's not reliable at all!

She is still scared now--

The room was quiet, she looked at the bed for the first time.

The big dark blue bed is flat and neat, with no trace of sleep. Under the warm yellow wall lamp, there are a few cute and cute dolls.

It was brought by Song Yaoyao, with a good name: Brother, your room is too dull, I will add a little bit of color to you!

Huo Yunque naturally followed her.

There are traces of her everywhere, with her little slippers beside the bed, and beside the white bone china water cup, there is a light pink porcelain cup.

That is hers.

There are also books on the bedside table: "Director’s Self-cultivation"

That is one of the books she must read every night.

Song Yaoya kicked off the slippers and walked in on the fluffy carpet, which used to be velveteen. After she moved in, she changed to this.

Because she always likes to run around barefoot, the furry carpet obviously feels better.

On the sofa are the small blankets she often uses, and a coat that she forgot to take away here last time.

Look--

She is like an arrogant and unreasonable intruder, domineeringly infiltrating this bedroom that once exuded rigor and desertedness, bit by bit, with her own aura.

(End of this chapter)