Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 41 Aircraft War

Huo Yunque pinched his eyebrows, walked inside, and answered casually, "I picked it up on the road."

As soon as he walked away, Song Yaoyao, who was hiding behind him, had nowhere to hide.

Compared with Huo Yunque, Huo's personality is obviously much more cordial. He smiled and waved to Song Yaoyao, and said kindly: "Come on, girl, come here, what's your name?"

He asked curiously, and glanced at his cold-faced son with a smile.

Elder Huo didn't think his son was so warm-hearted, let alone picking up a little girl and bringing it back, even if someone died under his nose, he didn't take a look.

"Grandpa, my name is Song Yaoyao! Slender and thin~"

Song Yaoya dragged the strap of his schoolbag and moved in small steps, squatting beside him and laughing obediently.

"Song Yaoyao? A beautiful lady? Good name and good name!" Master Huo laughed loudly, and suddenly his expression stiffened with a smile, and he recalled, "Wait a minute-Song? Are you from Song Rui's family?"

Song Yaoya bent her eyes and nodded, "Well, yes."

She didn't call her father, and Elder Huo didn't notice her resistance to the Song family couple.

It's just that his brows frowned insignificantly, but he laughed again quickly, as if nothing had happened.

"I remember the Song family came from a pair of twin sisters, are you a elder sister or a younger sister?" Mr. Huo looked at Song Yaoyao. The little girl had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her skin was white and transparent, and her lovely tight.

"It's sister, grandpa."

Song Yaoya obediently replied.

When Elder Huo found out that she was speaking, he would look at the other person intently and listen carefully. A pair of black eyes were clean and clear, and there was no dodge under his inquiring gaze.

"Ouch, so cute!"

Old man Huo smiled, his affection for Song Yaoyao went up straight.

Almost forgetting the existence of Huo Yunque, he pulled Song Yaoya and picked up his own game console and asked, "Little girl, have you played this? There are many games in it, which Ning Xi brought to me last time. It's fun ."

"No, I only saw my older brother playing before."

Song Yaoyao also became interested. She rarely came into contact with games. Every time she played games, she was abused. As time passed, she stopped playing when she got angry.

As a result, the old and the young found a common topic, and leaned their heads together to see the red game console in their hands.

There are old little games, covering handheld games at home and abroad.

Now they are playing an airplane war game, they have to control their own airplane to cross the barrier all the way to see who can fly further.

"Hey, hey, fire up! The plane is about to crash into it!"

[Failed to break through! 】

"Damn……"

Song Yao pouted, holding the game console bitterly and staring at the frozen game screen on the screen, her plane was shot down.

"Why failed again... This game is too hard to play!!"

This little game looks simple, but it's actually very addictive, especially for a girl like Song Yaoya who has never been exposed to many games.

She groaned and looked at Huo Yunque who was sitting quietly by the window working with documents unwillingly.

The other party seemed to be separated from her, forming two worlds.

"Haha! Now you know how good I am?" Old man Huo triumphed, took the game console and pointed at the points on it, "My score is hard to surpass!"

Listening to his show off, Song Yaoyao became even more sad.

She narrowed her mouth and turned her head, "Brother, will you play a plane war?"

(End of this chapter)