Chapter 292

"Brother~"

In an instant, everything became clear.

The little girl sat at the dining table, holding her mobile phone and looking at him happily.

Huo Yunque's thin lips moved, and the smile was so faint that it was impossible to detect.

"elder brother……"

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, looking at the man's paler face than before, his high enthusiasm was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, and he calmed down all of a sudden.

"Huh?" Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows.

"You are hurt--"

Song Yaoyao hurriedly said, "How could you be injured? Where is the injury? Show me!"

The concern in her eyes was about to overflow, her eyes quickly turned red, and her words were incoherent.

Huo Yunque lowered his head and looked down at her.

"It's okay, not hurt," he explained briefly.

Song Yaoyao's eyelashes blinked, and the hot tears fell down, as if it were raining. There was a mist in his red eyes, and he met his eyes, stubbornly pursing his lips, "Don't try to lie to me, you can't lie to me!"

She has studied medicine.

"Ah……"

Huo Yunque shook his head, his voice getting lower and clearer.

"It's all right, eh?"

He lowered his voice to comfort, his Adam's apple rolled down, and the silent gentle spread.

"Don't cry, I'm not in the country right now, but I can't help you wipe your tears—"

The man was leaning on the bed lazily, his black hair naturally fell on his forehead, his pale lips raised slightly, and he was even in the mood to joke with her.

Song Yaoyao choked twice, "Then show me the wound!"

"Tsk—"

Huo Yunque shook his head, his slender fingers rested on the buttons, and raised his eyebrows, "Do you really want to see?"

"To see."

Song Yaoyao wiped away her tears and nodded Baba.

Uncle Zhang came over and was shocked to see the little girl crying pitifully.

When he got closer, he realized that Song Yaoyao was talking to Huo Yunque.

He smiled and walked out silently.

Hearing the words, the man sighed softly, and his hoarse laughter poured out.

"It's not easy for people to show where I was injured. You have to watch it, but you have to be responsible."

Tears hung on Song Yaoyao's eyelashes, and the washed black pupils became clearer.

She blinked, and suddenly burst into tears with a 'wow'.

"Woooooooooo!"

Huo Yunque was stunned for a moment, it was undeniable that he was frightened.

Then watching her cry, I just feel helpless and distressed.

"What's the matter? It's okay, eh?"

"Woooooo!!"

Huo Yunque squeezed his brows, he really had nothing to do with the tearful and squeamish little girl. His temples jumped one after another, and he sighed resignedly, "Look at it, I'll show you."

As long as she doesn't cry, anything is fine.

The little girl cried out of breath, her palm-sized face was full of tears, she coughed twice from time to time, and a few strands of broken hair stuck to her cheeks, making her look extra weak.

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, distraught.

"Brother... don't lie to me, don't worry! Even if you, even if you hurt that place, I won't despise you! I will, I will be with you forever, really!"

She squeaked assurances.

After listening to this, Huo Yunque's face instantly darkened.

He took a deep breath and couldn't control it.

"Song Yaoyao!"

He suppressed his voice and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"What's going on in your head all day, eh?"

Huo Yunque stretched out his hand, untied the shirt he had just put on with great difficulty, and finally irritably pulled it apart, revealing a large area of ​​his chest.

Tough muscles are exposed to the camera, along with thick bandages oozing with sticky blood across his chest and shoulders.

It was here that the wound was...