Chapter 572 I wish our little princess peace and joy

Huo Tian hummed, and quietly moved closer to Dai Shiqing's ear.

"Sister Qingqing, don't worry, I will help you, then..."

The sisters looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

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Time flies quickly, even if Song Yaoya doesn't give up, Song Wenchuan will leave.

His eyes were flushed with red blood in his eyes.

"gone."

He waved his hand to bid farewell to Song Yaoyao.

The starlight in Song Yaoyao's eyes dimmed a little, and he was reluctant to pull the corner of his clothes, "Brother, will you come again?"

Song Wenchuan gave a low laugh and was silent for a moment.

In his silence, Song Yao's eyes drooped a little. The breath is lingering, like eggplant beaten by frost.

Upon seeing this, Song Wenchuan smiled helplessly, squeezed her fleshy face, and chuckled in a low voice, "Why crying and crying? Don't believe my brother? Even God, I can't stop me from seeing my sister. Come, give my brother a smile. ."

Faced with his dark eyes, there were emotions that Song Yaoya couldn't understand.

But as long as he sees his eyes, Song Yaoya feels especially at ease——

She nodded heavily and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hands.

"Then...you have to remember."

"Retractor?"

"Retract." Song Yaoya hooked Song Wenchuan's little finger, and suddenly muttered, "Brother, happy new year."

Song Wenchuan was startled for a long time, and laughed softly.

"Happy New Year, I wish our little princess good health, peace and joy--"

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Song Yaoya lay on the balcony, watching the black car gradually disappear into the dark night.

Suddenly a hot piece was attached to his back, dispelling the cold air.

Song Yaoyao couldn't help but drilled into his arms behind him, and looked up at the large expanses of fireworks above his head.

Huo Zexi and several boys set off fireworks in the yard, not knowing where to buy the gadgets.

"happy New Year."

The man's lazy voice came from above his head, with a very nice tone, as if mixed with some sweet wine.

"Happy New Year~"

Before I knew it was the New Year, Song Yaoya still felt a trance.

She leaned against Huo Yunque's arms and looked down, and suddenly saw a flash of light.

Huo Ningxi, who was smoking, seemed to feel something. She raised her head suddenly, and through the endless darkness, she accurately captured those glazed-clear eyes.

After a pause, he almost reflexively wanted to hide the cigarette.

Can hide halfway, he suddenly paused-

Whether he is good or bad, the other party will not care. What if she saw it? Are you afraid of causing her disgust?

Huo Ningxi snorted, looked at the half-burned cigarette, took a deep breath from his mouth.

Whatever-

Song Yao's curled eyelashes trembled lightly, "Brother, Huo Ningxi can smoke, he has changed a lot."

It seems that overnight, from that naive, big boy who likes to hurt others with bad words, grows into a mature man.

The stature is taller and stronger.

As soon as the voice fell, the body was pulled over.

With her waist pressed against the cold railing, Song Yaoya slowly raised her head, a very familiar face caught in her eyes.

The man has a crisp face, three-dimensional and sharp outline. His romantic and freehand Danfeng eyes are long and narrow, the tail of his eyes is curved upward, and his eyebrows are raised slightly. In the dark eyes, the white of the eyes was slightly blue.

Song Yaoyao's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Hear the hoarse voice of the man with a smile, "Song Yaoyao, are you caring about a lot of men tonight?"

Plop, plop...

That delicate and flawless face is getting closer, the tip of her nose is almost close to her, trapping her in a narrow space...

(End of this chapter)