“Eh? Miss Song, you’re back!”
Huo Qi was walking downstairs when he looked at Song Yaoyao in surprise.
“Yes, I am!”
Song Yaoyao quickly waved her hand and ran past him.
Downstairs, Uncle Zhang was still standing foolishly. Huo Qi looked at Uncle Zhang curiously and scratched his head. “Uncle Zhang, why are you just standing here? Where did you get those oranges?” He reached out to take them. Slap!
Uncle Zhang glared at him and quickly hid the oranges.
“Miss Song gave these to me to eat. If you want to eat, you can buy them yourself.”
“Uh… Uncle Zhang…”
Huo Qi covered his hands and blinked speechlessly.
It was just two oranges, was there a need for that?
Could it be that the taste of the oranges in his hands was different from the ones sold at the market? Would he live forever after eating them?
“Go, go, go play somewhere else.”
Uncle Zhang waved his hand in disdain and left.
Huo Qi was speechless.
He turned his head and saw Huo Jiu walking over. He was instantly displeased and kicked him. “D*mn you! When did Miss Song come back? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you know how I’ve been living these days?!”
W
Every day was like walking on thin ice. A husband in love was very scary. Huo Jiu easily dodged him and stood there gracefully. “I told you, right?” Huo Qi: “When?” Huo Jiu shrugged. “Didn’t I?”
Their eyes met. One was innocent and the other was confused.
After a long while, Huo Jiu drifted away.
Huo Qi suddenly woke up and shouted, “D*mn it! Huo Jiu, wait for me!”
Song Yaoyao searched the study and bedroom but couldn’t find Huo Yunque. She went back to her room in confusion. As soon as she entered, she smelled the faint smell of alcohol.
“Gege?”
She puffed her cheeks. Was her Gege drinking in her room? “Mm…”
A muffled sound came from the corner.
Song Yaoyao kicked off her shoes, stepped on the carpet with her bare feet, and walked over quietly.
The man was sitting in the corner, one of his long legs bent, and the bottle of wine was more than half empty.
This amount was already too much for Huo Yunque to bear. “Gege? Why are you drinking alone?”
Song Yaoyao put down her bag and half-knelt beside him. She leaned over to look at him with her hands on the carpet.
Her soft voice brought Huo Yunque back to his senses for a moment.
Her long and slender eyelashes were like insect wings, flapping slowly.
Her jet-black eyes were emitting a warm luster.
“Song Yaoyao?”
“It’s me, it’s me.”
His large palm slowly landed on her small face, gently caressing it with a hint of longing. Song Yaoyao intimately rubbed against him and leaned over to kiss his lips.
The corner of his lips still carried the faint taste of alcohol.
“Aiya!”
The next second, Song Yaoyao was caught off guard and crashed into Huo Yunque’s arms.
The man’s chin rested on the top of her head, and his breath was filled with a refreshing fragrance from his body, mixed with a hint of alcohol.
Together, it created a special scent.
Song Yaoyao moved closer into his arms and hugged his neck. “What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?”
“Song Yaoyao.”
“Yes, I’m here.”
Song Yaoyao stared at the man’s Adam’s apple. When he spoke, it would roll up and down, making people want to take a bite.
His deep and magnetic voice was slightly nasally.
It gave people the illusion that he was actually acting coquettishly.
“Where did you go after you returned?”
It was no surprise that Huo Yunque was aware of this.
“Gege, you already know? I wanted to give you a surprise. This was also the reason why she did not ask anyone to pick her up.