Chapter 742 Who is pretty? You better look good

People coming and going around seemed to be more lively than during the day.

Song Yaoya turned his head and saw Huo Yunque walking unhurriedly. His expression is very different from that in the daytime. It may be that he has only recently woke up, so there is still contentment and laziness between his brows and eyes.

Entrapped the cold temperament of his body, charming to death.

"Cause!"

Song Yaoya snorted and ran back to grab his hand domineeringly.

"Look, elder brother, do those young ladies look good?"

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the beautiful girls dancing on the stage. They were wearing distinctive costumes and slowly dancing with the cool sea breeze.

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, his thin eyelids drooping.

Hook lips, "It looks good."

Song Yaoya just asked casually, of course she didn't want to hear the affirmative answer from Huo Yunque's mouth.

The girl's face turned black all of a sudden, she bit her silver teeth and turned her head in anger, "Do you dare to look at other women? Do you think they look better than me? You—"

Her questioning voice was getting lower and lower, and the man's deep black eyes were smiling, like ripples on the water, spreading out in circles.

She raised her head and saw her own shadow clearly in the man's eyes.

It seems that he is his world.

"You look good."

He repeated it again, his low voice was like whiskey mixed with ice cubes at night like this, **** and confusing.

Huo Yunque's eyes were so focused, as if there was no room for anyone except Song Yaoyao.

His smile and eyes seemed to fill a gentle sea, enough to make Song Yaoyao drown in his eyes.

Song Yaoya's heart throbbed wildly, she hurriedly turned her small head, her eyes floated around, she did not dare to look at Huo Yunque.

The mouth was stiff and proudly said: "Of course I know I look good!"

She groaned like a pig, but in fact the corners of her mouth got bigger and bigger, and her smug smile couldn't hide.

"What do you want to eat? Boyfriend treats me."

Huo Yunque rubbed her hair amusedly, and his big palm took the initiative to hold her small hand, and it was easily wrapped up.

"whispering sound--"

Song Yaoya rolled his eyes and shook his coin purse disdainfully, "Don't take out a black card when you wait. It's scary. People think you're here for an idol drama!"

Throw the black card at every turn.

In addition, the face of her brother does have the capital to be the hero of an idol drama.

"cough."

Huo Yunque clenched his fist to his lips, and raised his brow slightly.

"Little Song Yaoyao, Mr. Huo will not make the same mistake a second time."

As the two talked, they walked along the path by the sea, attracting countless lights along the way.

He didn't let go of Song Yaoyao's hand, took out the wallet from his pocket, and handed it to Song Yaoyao.

"Really?"

Song Yaoya was dubious, she opened her purse with one hand, and was speechless when she saw a wad of cash inside.

"Brother, you are no longer the hero of an idol drama, you are a nouveau riche."

There was disgust in her small eyes, and she rolled her eyes very shamelessly. Huo Yunque, who saw it, laughed and laughed, "Then it doesn't matter if I be a nouveau riche, let's go, girlfriend?"

He raised his eyebrows, extra tolerant and pampering.

Song Yao followed his footsteps.

For Huo Yunque, everything today is probably a novel experience.

Going through the night market on this island without any purpose, there are stalls set up by girls on the side of the road, and flannelettes and jewelry boxes are filled with all kinds of shiny accessories.

(End of this chapter)