Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 71, brother holding me

"So brother, will you take me in?"

The little girl blinked a pair of apricot eyes, her slick eyes were moist, as if he would cry for him the next second if he didn't agree.

"not good."

Huo Yunque turned around, "Send you to the hotel."

Such a good opportunity, if Song Yaoya would let it slip from her hands, then she would not be Song Yaoyao.

So, she ran to catch up with Huo Yunque quickly, her small hand grabbed his big hand.

The tone was soft, and his expression was even more pitiful.

"But I will be scared in the hotel alone!"

"Every year someone commits suicide in a hotel. How do I know that when I wake up in the bathroom in the middle of the night, I won't see scary things in the bathroom mirror?"

"There's more! I have seen in the news that there are girls who are entangled by alcoholics in the hotel. I am so beautiful, and I will definitely become the target of those bad guys! Brother, do you have the heart to leave me alone?"

"Ooo, ooo ...... then I would rather go back just fast food to sit all night, ooo, ooo ......"

Huo Yunque pressed his thin lips lightly, and laughed at what Song Yaoyao said.

His eyebrows beat, and the little hand holding his palm is very strong, as if he was afraid of being left behind. Huo Yunque let out a low sigh as she listened more and more outrageously.

"do not Cry."

"Ooo, ooo ...... I was too poor ...... Now even my brother would not take me yet?"

She lowered her head, pulled Huo Yunque with one hand, and wiped her face with one hand, her small shoulders trembling.

The pedestrians who came and went, cast their curious eyes on them.

Huo Yunque had a headache because of crying, and his heart was in a mess.

"Take you in, don't cry—"

"Huh? Really?!"

Doesn't agree to make her cry on the street?

"Ok."

"Yeah!! Great!!!"

I saw the poor girl who was crying just now quickly raised her head, her dark eyes were shining with stars, her expression was joyful, where was there a trace of tears on her face?

"I love my brother the most!!"

Regardless of the light rain, she excitedly rushed towards Huo Yunque.

Caught off guard, Huo Yunque took two steps backwards and had to raise his hand to wrap her shoulders, frowning.

"Song Yaoyao——" His Adam's apple rolled, Dan Feng narrowed his eyes.

The breath of danger spread instantly.

Song Yaoya suddenly raised his head from his arms, that charming little face burst into a bright smile, and his small hands compared his heart, "I love my brother the most~Salanghe~"

Limao sank deeply, and smiled very sweetly.

The street lights at night reflected in her eyes, as if they were brighter than the Milky Way.

Those words instantly forgot how to say them.

Nothing more-

He sighed, "Song Yaoyao, walk well."

Song Yaoya's eyes curled, "I know~ My brother is holding me!"

She tried to put her little hand out of the long sleeves and grabbed his fingers. Seeing that he didn't refuse, he quietly covered his mouth and smiled like a little cat who only stole dried fish.

The night is endless and the cold wind blows.

The petite girl wore a big men's trench coat, and followed the man with the broad back.

At night, it didn't seem to be so cold anymore.

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The Huo’s old house is a European-style manor with a huge area. With exquisite reliefs and black carved gates, the green vegetation and angel fountain are in the courtyard.

Because it was the place where the Huo family lived for several lifetimes, the architectural style still remained decades ago. But it was precisely because of this that gave this house that gorgeous and heavy feeling.

(End of this chapter)