Chapter 162 Huo Qi Who Made a Mistake

Song Yaoyao slept deeply, dreaming strangely, sometimes it was the face of my parents and brother, and sometimes it was the face of Huo Yunque.

Intertwined together, she once thought they were people living in one world.

When I woke up, the tears at the end of my eyes had dried.

She rubbed her eyes and heard the sound of birds flying startled outside the window.

Song Yaoyao crawled over to open the curtains and pushed open the window.

In the distance, I saw a thin figure holding a large cleaning broom, sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard alone.

Those ginkgo trees and maple trees, after a rain, many withered yellow leaves were knocked off. It seems more and more lonely in winter.

"Huo Qi?"

Song Yaoyao scratched his head, leaned against the window curiously and shouted, "Hey! Huo Qi!"

Depressed, Huo Qi raised his eyes and saw the little girl lying at the window, dressed in pink and white plush pajamas, very cute.

"Huo Qi, why are you cleaning today? What about the others?"

I usually see a lot of servants, but today there is only Huo Qi.

And he wasn't the servant in charge of cleaning.

Huo Qi showed a smile that was more like crying, "Mr. gave them a holiday, and I will do the cleaning of the whole house today."

Song Yaoyao: "Wow!"

She blinked in surprise.

There was a knock on the door behind her, she slid down the bay window and waved at Huo Qi, "Then come on! Go for the duck!!"

People can no longer see it, and vaguely see a small pink fist waved in a puff.

Huo Qi: "..."

So you just left? !

fall!

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There was a layer of fog on the glass outside the window, and the morning light was faint.

The man sat by the window, light on his shoulders. Wearing rimless glasses, the clean camel turtleneck sweater reveals a gentle and gentle breath. There was soft music playing in the living room, and it was faintly transmitted into the dining room. The man was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and his big, well-joined hand was rhythmically following the music.

In winter, the picture in front of me is outrageous.

Sleek and refined, noble and abstinence.

Dress up casually, like a student who has just graduated from university, there is no danger in the whole body, and it is harmless and tight.

I am afraid that anyone who sees it will not believe that Huo, who can cause turmoil by stomping his feet, will be such a man whose appearance and temperament coexist.

"Morning, uncle."

There was a yawning sound from behind.

Huo Ningxi threw the backpack on his shoulders and strode into the dining room.

I saw a petite figure standing in the same place stupidly, staring blankly ahead.

"Song Yaoyao, how colorful are you, and you look at my uncle again?" He raised his eyebrows and mocked.

Song Yaoyao suddenly came back to her senses and snorted, "I want you to take care of it! I'm happy!"

The conversation between the two finally caught the man's attention.

Huo Yunque took off his glasses and waved to Song Yaoyao.

"Brother, good morning~"

The little girl had a sweet voice and ran over with small steps.

"morning."

There was a little tiredness in his hoarse voice.

Song Yaoyao looked at it, but hesitated.

In fact, these tiredness can be seen with the naked eye, and it seems superfluous to ask.

"Miss Song, some nourishing chicken soup has been stewed in the kitchen, and herbs have been added. You can drink it."

Uncle Zhang walked behind Song Yaoyao and put down a small cup of chicken soup.

"Thank you Uncle Zhang~"

"This is what I should do. How is Miss Song resting today?" Uncle Zhang put away the tray and asked with concern.

Sorry everyone, Brin is late!

Apologize to everyone!

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Is it loud enough?

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