Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“Hmph, you better keep your word, or else I’ll pretend that you’re not my daughter!”

The door slammed heavily, and Huo Tian covered her face. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She lay on the bed and started crying.

Ding—

Cousin Qing: Tiantian, I saw my auntie leave your room. I think she’s angry. She didn’t hit you, did she?

When Huo Tian saw this, she felt even more aggrieved.

…

Song Yaoyao had breakfast in her room.

The Huos had never eaten in their room before. Either they didn’t eat, or they had to go to the dining room. Song Yaoyao was a trendsetter.

“Have another sip.”

The piping hot lean meat congee was delicious. After one sip, Song Yaoyao’s eyes curved into a happy arc. “Delicious!”

She sat on the bed as she was fed one mouthful after another. The atmosphere was harmonious.

Until Song Yaoyao shook her head after eating more than half of the bowl and refused to open her mouth again.

She patted her round belly. “I’m full.”

“You can eat a little more.”

“No!” Song Yaoyao pouted. “You’ll get fat!”

She liked looking beautiful too, okay? If she was fat, she would not look good in clothes!

“It’s good to be fat.”

Huo Yunque smiled and drank the rest of Song Yaoyao’s congee without a trace of disgust. There were faint ripples in his deep eyes. “It feels good.”

Song Yaoyao was stunned. It took her a long time to realize that her Gege was being inappropriate again.

She looked away awkwardly and tugged on the thin blanket.

She cursed softly, “Old hooligan!”

Her skin was like a piece of pink jade, giving off a delicate and warm luster.

“Old? Huh?”

“Ah…”

Song Yaoyao let out a short, soft cry. A slightly cold hand suddenly reached for her waist and pressed her against the bedpost. “I’m very old, huh?”

The man raised his eyebrows and looked aggressive.

His eyes were filled with a dangerous vibe. It was as if Song Yaoyao he would immediately execute her on the spot if she dared to nod her head.

Song Yaoyao shrank back and looked at Huo Yunque with her pitiful eyes, trying to move him.

However, what she got in return was…

“Huhuhu!”

Feeling the cool hand, Song Yaoyao closed her eyes and quickly shook her head.

A wise man submitted to circumstances!

“No, no! Gege is not old at all! Really, really!”

“Oh? More details please.”

Huo Yunque could not help but laugh. He calmly turned over and sat on the side of the bed, pulling the little girl into his arms.

He seemed to particularly like this intimate action, like holding a large doll.

Song Yaoyao, who had just relaxed her nerves because of his smile, immediately pulled herself up again. She wanted to cry but had no tears. She nervously clutched the blanket and asked hesitantly, “You still have a lot to offer.”

“Ahem…”

Huo Yunque’s head was full of black lines, and there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

He bent his finger and flicked her forehead lightly.

“I’ll let you pass on that one.”

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and touched her forehead in a daze.

What the hell…

What happened to her handsome Gege?

…

Lunch was very sumptuous.

The elders had all gone for a walk with Grandfather Huo, and the young’uns had gone somewhere to play.

Only Dai Shiqing seemed to have been deliberately forgotten. As for Huo Tian, the only one who was close to her, she had been warned by Gu Fenlan and was still holed up in her room, unwilling to come out.

But this was just right.

She sat on the sofa and looked up at the direction of the stairs from time to time.

She did not know how many times she had done this, but her eyes lit up and she quickly stood up.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Huo.”

Huo Yunque glanced at her indifferently. His gaze did not even linger on her for a second as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for something.