Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 43 You have a dog secretly

"Stop! Stupid boy, tell me clearly! I know there must be a demon if something goes wrong! I am your old man and I still don't understand you?" When was his son a kind master?

Old man Huo lowered his voice and looked at his paused back, "I really like that little girl. You are so much older than her. Even if she is young, even if she is ignorant, you are not sensible?"

This seems to be persuasion, but what about it?

Is it possible for the old man to come true without knowing that once his son decides something, there is absolutely no possibility of turning back?

"Then what do you say?"

Huo Yunque turned his head lightly, his eyes calm and no waves.

It is difficult for him to explain to the old man Huo that it was really not his hands, it was the little girl who stuck it on first.

Elder Huo looked at it and suddenly smiled.

"Anyway, if the little girl really has a relationship with our Huo family, who is not to marry? Being older also has the benefits of being older, and it hurts people. I was with your mother, but we were..."

Huo Yunque speeded up his pace and left without looking back.

"Huh? Brother, can you just say so soon?"

Song Yaoya held a small schoolbag, sat on the sofa boredly, staring at the pot of green plants in front of him in a daze.

Seeing the familiar figure, she was immediately resurrected with blood, and hopped around like a bunny.

The little face lifted up, his eyes filled with stars, and he was filled with joy.

Huo Yunque's throat moved slightly, his gaze passed over her and looked forward.

"Well, let's go."

"Okay~" Song Yaoya nodded his head, and her soft and fluffy black hair shook as well, and a dull hair stood on top of her head.

She trot and followed the man, who was tall and took great strides. She was struggling to synchronize with him, her slumped mouth carefully grabbed the corner of his clothes, and when she saw that he did not refuse, she secretly bent her eyes.

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Inside the ward.

"Ning Xi, don't blame Grandpa for sitting on the sidelines, in short, your uncles and nephews, each have their own skills--"

Elder Huo leaned against the bed, tilted Erlang's legs, and slapped leisurely with the little song in his mouth.

If you talk about selfishness, everyone has it, and Elder Huo never hides it.

People's hearts are biased, more close and distant.

His son reacted to girls for the first time! Even with a cold face, but willing to let a noisy little girl follow him, that is already a huge breakthrough.

"Old lady, it's a pity that you left early! But you can rest assured now, my son, he won't die alone!"

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The car sprinted all the way, and the traffic flow at night was much less.

The road was very quiet. Song Yaoya lay on the side of the car window, staring at the afterimage of the street light flashing outside. The little hand scribbled on the glass unconsciously, and the glass was covered with a layer of white mist in the middle of the night.

Huo Yunque looked sideways, his gaze fell on the car window glass.

She has small white hands, round and pink fingers, and she wrote two names intently. In the end, he was serious, adding love in the middle.

Elder brother?

Ah--

Huo Yunque shook his head, looking at him in his spare time.

Song Yaoya looked at it, and suddenly took out his mobile phone with joy, took a photo against the car window, and posted a circle of friends.

Her circle is clean and simple, and she knows very few people.

After sending it, immediately popped out two likes and one reply.

Rourou: Brother? Love? Song Yaoyao, you have changed, you secretly have another dog!

dog?

Song Yaoya had to cover her phone as a thief, and her dark eyes secretly looked at the man next to her.

Tall, ascetic and charming.

If it's a dog, it's definitely a great wolfdog!

Later, when Tang Xinrou knew who was the elder brother in Song Yaoyao's mouth, her legs trembled and her hands folded: I'm sorry Huoye! Huoye, I was wrong, I am a dog! I am the dog!

Huo Ye: No, you are right, at least one thing is right.

For example, the waist of a male dog?

(End of this chapter)