Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

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Song Wenchuan sighed, "Don't think too much, now close your eyes, let's change our way."

He turned the steering wheel and observed Song Yao through the rearview mirror.

I found that the little girl seemed to have expected it a long time ago, even if Song Jingwan's reaction was huge, she never looked out curiously.

Keeping his eyes down, his expression is silent.

So, why would she suddenly feel uncomfortable not far away, and then she insisted on asking him to buy sugar-fried chestnuts.

Is it really just plain unhappy, want to toss him?

Song Wenchuan thought through his eyes.

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Finally, he stopped safely outside Huo's house. He sounded the horn and the door opened quickly. It turned out that someone had been guarding him all the time, and when Song Yaoya came back, he immediately opened the door.

Seeing this, Song Wenchuan felt better.

At least, apart from Huo Ningxi, Song Yaoyao is still very popular in this family.

This reminded him of the scene when Zhou Manli refused to let her in because she was a little late to go home.

It's no wonder that Yaoya would rather stay at someone's house than go back to Song's house and refuse to recognize the parents.

The Huo family's house is very large, a huge manor.

It takes several minutes to get to the main house after entering the gate.

"Miss Song is back."

Uncle Zhang opened the car door with a smile, and saw Song Wenchuan's gentle attitude: "Mr. Song also go in and sit down. Thank you for sending Miss Song back. I will trouble you.

This is how weird.

Song Wenchuan got out of the car and counterattacked with a smile, "Yuyao is my sister, it is not troublesome or troublesome. I want to thank Mr. Huo for taking care of our family's life and loving her for taking care of her."

"It should be, it should be." Uncle Zhang happily.

"I won't go in, Jingwan is not feeling well, I want to take her back to rest as soon as possible. Could you please say hello to Mr. Huo for me, and when he has time next day, I will visit him and thank him very much. Tonight I'm really sorry for being rude."

Uncle Zhang glanced at Song Jingwan, who was pale, her eyes flickered, "Oh, if you feel sick, you have to go back and rest quickly. By the way, we also have a doctor at home. Why should I call someone to show this lady?"

"No, she was scared, just go back and rest."

Song Wenchuan politely refused, and opened the car door to let Song Yao down. He went to the trunk and brought her the girl's clothes that the female staff had helped to pick, and said softly, "If you are wronged, don't hold back and tell your brother, eh? No matter how far or late, I will come to pick you up. "

Song Yaoyao nodded slightly, and when he saw that he was about to leave, her little hand grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled it.

"What's the matter? Can't bear me?" Song Wenchuan rubbed her head, "Go away."

"On the way...be careful."

Her throat was a little dumb, and she looked at him with her lips pressed.

Although he still didn't call out that elder brother, the worry in his eyes was clearly visible.

Song Wenchuan is really reluctant to leave her here, obviously this is his sister! But think about that home without warmth. Compared with that, Huo's family is like her home.

He saw a servant walking out quickly, holding his coat over Song Yaoya's shoulder.

Here, Mr. Huo gave the love that his parents never gave.

Beloved by thousands, the only little princess.

If it were normal, Song Jingwan might take a serious look at this house she had never been to, the place where Huo Ningxi lived.

But now she had been frightened by the **** scene a long time ago, and her whole body was muddy.

Before I got home, I had a high fever.

(End of this chapter)