Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Huo Tian snorted and quietly inched closer to Dai Shiqing’s ear.

“Sister Qingqing, don’t worry. I’ll help you. When the time comes…”

The two girlfriends looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

…

Time passed very quickly. Even though Song Yaoyao couldn’t bear to part with him, Song Wenchuan had to leave.

His eyes were red from the pain, and they were bloodshot.

“I’m leaving.”

He waved his hand and said goodbye to Song Yaoyao.

The starlight in Song Yaoyao’s eyes dimmed bit by bit. She reluctantly pulled on the corner of his shirt. “Brother, will you come again?”

Song Wenchuan chuckled and was silent for a moment.

In his silence, Song Yaoyao’s eyelids drooped little by little. Her breath was listless, like an eggplant hit by frost.

Seeing this, Song Wenchuan smiled helplessly. He pinched her chubby little face and laughed hoarsely. “Why are you crying? Don’t you trust me? Even God can’t stop me from seeing my sister. Come, give me a smile.”

Meeting his dark eyes, there were emotions that Song Yaoyao could not understand.

But as long as she saw his eyes, Song Yaoyao felt exceptionally at ease…

She nodded heavily and used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

“Then… you have to remember.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.” Song Yaoyao hooked Song Wenchuan’s pinky and suddenly whispered, “Brother, Happy New Year.”

Song Wenchuan was slightly startled. After a long while, he laughed softly.

“Happy New Year. I wish our little princess good health, safety, and happiness…”

…

Song Yaoyao leaned on the balcony and watched as the black car gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Suddenly, she felt some heat on her back, dissipating the cold air.

Song Yaoyao could not help but crawl into the arms behind her and look up at the large amount of fireworks above her head.

Huo Zexi and the other boys were setting off fireworks in the yard. She did not know where they had bought this.

“Happy New Year.”

The man’s lazy voice came from above. It was a very pleasant tone, as if it was mixed with some kind of mellow wine.

“Happy New Year!”

It was already the New Year, and Song Yaoyao was still in a trance.

She leaned against Huo Yunque’s chest and looked down. Suddenly, she saw a spark.

Huo Ningxi, who was smoking, seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly looked up, and through the endless darkness, he accurately caught the pair of clear, glass-like eyes.

His hand paused, and almost reflexively, he wanted to hide the cigarette.

But halfway through, he suddenly paused…

No matter if he was good or bad, the other party would not care. So what if she saw him? Was he afraid of arousing her disgust?

Huo Ningxi sneered. Looking at the half-lit cigarette, he brought it to his mouth and took a deep breath.

Whatever…

Song Yaoyao’s curly eyelashes trembled slightly. “Gege, Huo Ningxi smokes now. He’s changed so much.”

It was as if in just one night, he had grown from a childish boy who liked to hurt people with bad words to a mature man.

His height had grown, and he had also become much sturdier.

As soon as Song Yaoyao finished speaking, her body was turned over.

Song Yaoyao’s waist was pressed against the cold railing. She slowly raised her head, and an extremely familiar face entered her sight.

The man’s face was clear, and his silhouette was three-dimensional yet sharp. His pair of beautiful phoenix eyes were long and narrow, and the corners of his eyes curved upwards as he slightly raised his eyebrows. In his pitch-black eyes, the whites of his eyes were slightly blue.

Song Yaoyao’s heart stopped beating for a moment.

She heard the man’s hoarse voice that was tinged with laughter, “Student Song Yaoyao, haven’t you been concerned about too many men tonight?”

Ba-dump, ba-dump…

The delicate and flawless face moved closer and closer, the tip of his nose almost touching hers, trapping her in a narrow space…