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Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby - Chapter 46

Published at 27th of February 2021 09:01:10 AM


Chapter 46: Why Aren't You Letting Go?

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Chapter 46: Why Aren’t You Letting Go?

“Huh?”




Huo Yunque lifted his head with seriousness, “Is it uncomfortable? “Do you want to swap positions?”

There were no fluctuations in his voice; his tone was calm and refined.

It was as though he was really carrying a doll in his arms, and he spoke to her with no emotions.

Song Yaoyao sat still in his arms, too afraid to move. She grabbed onto his shirt and cried on the inside.

What was she to do? What in the hell was she supposed to do?

Wasn’t she supposed to take the initiative?

Why didn’t Gege act as expected?

Huhuhu, Gege is scary!

I’m dead.


The car arrived safely at the entrance of the Song Family’s mansion. The front door was shut, but inside, the lights were on. However, no one came out to check on them.

Huo Qi put down the hand that was ringing the doorbell. F*ck, are these people deaf?

“Sir?” He bent over and knocked on the car window.

Separated by a layer of glass, Huo Qi could not see that inside the car, his pure-hearted master was carrying a young woman in his arms.

The young woman tugged on Huo Yunque’s shirt and frowned. Stuttering, she asked, “Ge…Gege, can I get off now?

“I’m home.”

In a leisurely tone, Huo Yunque replied, “Of course.”

Song Yaoyao felt as though a load had been lifted off her shoulders. If she sat like that any longer, she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

As she thought this, she let go and got ready to slide off. But…

The man’s big hands remained on her waist, unmoving.


Song Yaoyao: “…Gege…”

Her cheeks were red like blood, and her eyes were twinkling.

Huo Yunque’s lips twitched. He looked like he was smiling, but he wasn’t. “Huh? “Why aren’t you getting off?”

Song Yaoyao stared into his deep eyes. If she could, she would dig a hole to hide in. As her eyes twinkled she reminded the man quietly, “Gege…your hands…” They’re still on my waist.

“Oh.”

Huo Yunque didn’t even lift an eyelid as he leaned lazily against the car seat. Although he responded with his mouth, his body did not move.

Huo Qi waited outside for ages. He rang the doorbell several times, but no one came to open the door.

It was only 7pm; dinner time. He refused to believe that no one was home.

But this made him realize that Song Yaoyao was being neglected for real.

He furrowed his brows and his gaze turned cold.


Although there were rumors that the Song Family was biased, this was too much. She was simply home a little late. Were they not letting her in?

Song Jingwan was sitting at the dining table eating dinner at that moment. When she heard the sound of a car, her eyes darted a little. Biting her chopsticks, she asked, “Is Yaoyao back?”

When Song Wenchuan heard this, he got ready to stand up.

Bang!

Song Rui frowned and slammed his hands on the table. “Sit down and eat!

“She went to have fun instead of coming home after school!

“Let her reflect on her actions outside!”

Without lifting her head, Zhou Manli said coldly, “If we don’t teach her a lesson, she’s going to forget what surname she has.”

Song Wenchuan knitted his brows. “It’s cold outside.”

“She won’t die!”


Zhou Manli took a sip of soup. There was no trace of concern on her face. “If someone goes out to get her, then they can join her!”

Song Jingwan bit her lower lip and tugged on Song Wenchuan’s sleeve. In a whisper, she said, “Brother, don’t make Mom and Dad angry. Later, you can…”

But before she finished speaking, Song Wenchuan stood up and headed for the door.

“Chuan!

“Stop right there!

“You little punk!”

Song Jingwan lowered her gaze and stared at the hand that had been rejected. Slowly a smile appeared on her face.

As expected. As long as Song Yaoyao was still alive, her brother’s love would be split into two.

She didn’t want to share her brother with that jinx!

The front door opened and Song Wenchuan stepped out in a woolly sweater.

“Where’s Yaoyao?”



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