Chapter 933 Do Bad Things

Make a dish for him.

Song Yaoyao: "..."

She originally thought Huo Yunque was joking, but when she opened her eyes the next day, she saw Huo Yunque sitting by her side and reading.

She opened her small mouth in surprise, "Brother, didn't you go to the company?"

Huo Yunque turned the book calmly, "There is no breakfast."

Song Yaoyao: "What?"

"breakfast."

Huo Yunque closed the book'pop', turned his head, and looked at her seriously, "You do it."

Song Yaoyao: "???"

Dear brother, are you human?

Song Yao was paralyzed on the bed, hugging the pillow and splashing, "I have a backache, I don't! I'm so tired..."

"In this case--"

Huo Yunque curled his lips silently, got up and strode towards the cloakroom.

"That's it for the show, I'm going to the company."

Song Yaoyao was agitated and sat up abruptly.

"No, no, I can! I can do it!"

Huo Yunque: "Heh."

you can not.

Early in the morning, Song Yao had sore waist and weak legs, leaning on the man as a pillar, and started toasting with difficulty.

She thought to herself, with such a simple thing, she shouldn't make a mistake, right?

result……

Song Yaoya still overestimated himself.

She probably has nothing to do with the kitchen in this life.

For the first time, she lost her bread because she forgot to time.

The second time, the time was set, but it was too much.

the third time……

the fourth time……

There are always various reasons that led to Song Yaoyao's final failure.

"Snapped!"

Song Yao pouted, crying and angrily throwing the hard rock-like bread into the trash can, "Stop learning! I won't do it!"

After that, she stomped away like an angry little animal.

Huo Yunque, who was left behind, raised his eyebrows, twisted a piece of broken bread on the dinner plate and put it into his mouth.

For a long time, he laughed softly, "Sure enough, it's horrible—"

After Song Yaoyao complained to Tang Xinrou about this matter, he exchanged merciless ridicule.

She wished to blow up the kitchen.

Yaoyao: I think my five elements are in conflict with the kitchen! That oven is maliciously targeting me!

Rourou: Forget it, forget it, you just need to study well.

窈窈: No way! My brother said, if I can't cook him a meal, he will not allow me to eat dessert! What's the point of me being on the show!

Tang Xinrou frowned in the dormitory, resting her chin in contemplation.

This is a problem.

She thought and thought, her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers.

Rourou: Yes! You do what I said...

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In a blink of an eye it was night again.

Is Song Yaoya someone who gives up so easily? of course not!

The more frustrated she got, the more courage she got, and she would never stop until she reached her goal.

"Crack—"

The door opened.

Song Yaoyao's little heart suddenly mentioned her throat, and the heat fluttered toward her face, making her eyes watery and empty.

She tugged on the quilt and covered it to her chin.

I thought: From the outside, you can't find it, right?

Right?

"Not sleeping?"

Huo Yunque raised his hand to unlock the button, and Song Yaoyao watched him, and the reaction was ridiculous.

"Looking at me like this, what do you want to do?"

Only one wall lamp was turned on in the room, and the warm yellow hue was very soft. The girl blinked her eyes and didn't speak, but looked at him so innocently.

The people watching are itchy.

Huo Yunque took off his cuffs, threw it on the table, strode to the bed and leaned over.

A cool kiss was lightly printed on Song Yaoyao's forehead.

He scratched Song Yaoyao's tousled hair, like coaxing a child, "I'll take a shower first, behave, eh?"

(End of this chapter)