Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 602 is not serious

It was so fascinating that Song Yaoya didn't even hear the footsteps coming from behind him.

"I haven't seen these photos for a long time."

Song Yaoyao was taken aback. When she turned around to see Huo Yunque, she reflexively wanted to close the photo album for fear that Huo Yunque would see things and think about people.

She felt that everyone in this family should love Madam Shu very much.

"Hide what?"

Huo Yunque sat down beside her, took a photo album and flipped through it slowly.

Song Yaoyao sat quietly beside him, looking at his expression worriedly, "Brother...Don't be sad..."

"Sad?"

Huo Yunque smiled, he raised his eyebrows, "Why are you sad?" His eyes crossed the mother's eyebrows in the album, "Everyone will die, it's only time. In my heart, she never left."

Death is not the end, forgetting is.

"watch together?"

Song Yaoya put her small hand into the man's big palm, was gently pulled by him, and then sat down in his arms.

The man's chin rested on top of her head, and in the quiet bedroom, there was only a slight sound of turning over the album.

"Don't you want to see the photos of my childhood? Satisfied?"

"cough--"

Song Yaoyao's eyelashes flickered, and his gaze fell when Huo Yunque was just born and had no ability to take care of himself. The photos at that time were the same as countless babies.

She was a little embarrassed and was embarrassed to look again.

But the man looked very seriously, his expression was flat and calm, without any embarrassment.

Even if I saw the embarrassing photos of my childhood.

Song Yaoya really felt that her brother was a man of God. Looking at the embarrassing photos of childhood in front of others, is it more or less embarrassing?

But Huo Yunque does not! He looked upright and wanted to study seriously.

So, the embarrassment became Song Yaoyao.

"You blush."

After reading the photo album, Huo Yunque turned her around and put her on his lap.

The chin was pinched, and Song Yaoyao's eyes flickered, and she murmured, "I'm embarrassed!"

"Oh? Why are you embarrassed? Is it because you saw my luo body?"

"puff--"

Song Yaoyao was shocked, and met the man's calm eyes. The brilliant sunlight outside the window reflected in, and the mottled broken shadows intertwined on him, blending with the overly beautiful face.

"Brother how did you do it?"

In a serious tone, he said something that was not serious.

Song Yaoyao admired.

"Ok?"

Song Yaoyao played with his hand and explained it uncomfortably.

This topic made Huo Yunque interested, his narrow and long phoenix eyes made ripples, and he smiled low and approached Song Yaoya's ear, bowed his head——

"Because, who I am now, is enough to make you proud--"

The warm breath sprinkled on the ears, and the electric Song Yao was excited, and stretched out his hands to cover his ears.

A red cloud burned on her face, and she stumbled, "I, I don't understand what you said!"

Saying that she was about to run away, Huo Yunque pinched her thin waist and curled her lips.

It is still that cold and noble, gentle and elegant appearance.

"I said, compared to what I look like in the photo, I probably didn't disappoint you--"

boom--

The poor, thin-skinned Song Yaoya felt that he was about to catch fire, and his whole body was exuding steaming heat, and he wanted to dig in.

The blush spread all the way, blooming on her white skin.

At the slender neck, light blue blood vessels are looming, fragile and attractive.

Song Yaoyao, with his head down, didn't notice at all, and the man's eyes grew darker.

It wasn't until she was pressed on the desk in front of her that she suddenly realized--

Unfortunately, it was too late.

(End of this chapter)