Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“Me for example, I’m a perfect match for Gege. Think about a toad trying to pair up with a white swan, Miss Dai, isn’t that an eyesore? Humans are like that too.”

Dai Shiqing’s smile froze.

Why did she feel a strong sense of malice from Song Yaoyao’s soft and harmless voice?

At that moment, she felt offended.

“Hehe, Miss song really likes to joke around. To put it bluntly, in my heart, no one is worthy of Brother Yunque.”

“Tch…”

Song Yaoyao spun her pen and slowly leaned against the sofa.

“Worthy or not, what I like is mine. Even if a melon isn’t sweet, I will pluck it off its vine and store it until it’s ripe!”

Her eyes darted around, and her small face instantly became unbelievably beautiful.

Her tone was arrogant and rude, and her words were especially antisocial.

Dai Shiqing was stunned. Was this still the soft and harmless little girl she had seen in the beginning?

“Oh right, Miss Dai, you’ve said so many unpleasant things. It should be fine for me to say something, right?

“Wh-what?” Dai Shiqing blinked.

The girl looked at her gently. No matter how many times one looked at her face, she was still stunning.

She curved her eyes and gently patted her face. “I hope Miss Dai can show some respect and call Gege, Mr. Huo. You’re not worthy of calling him by his name…”

Dai Shiqing’s head buzzed, and she opened her eyes in disbelief. “What did you say?”

Crack—

The pen, which had been skillfully played with earlier, was crushed into pieces.

Song Yaoyao smiled and turned her head. “Miss Dai, did you really not hear me clearly just now?”

Almost at the instant she leaned over, Dai Shiqing’s back tensed up.

Her throat was dry, and she could not help but pinch her skirt. The way she looked at Song Yaoyao was almost like she was looking at a monster.

If she was not mistaken, that pen was a hard shell, and she used the same type. Normally, it would not break no matter how hard she threw it, but in the girl’s hands, it was easily crushed like a paper shell.

Her small hands were white, and her ten fingers were as long as jade, maintaining her delicate skin and flesh.

But where did this strange strength come from?

“Miss Dai?”

“I-I heard it.”

Half of her butt was about to fall off the sofa. She looked at Song Yaoyao with eyes full of incomprehension.

She thought about it from another perspective. If it were her, would she be able to crush that pen?

The conclusion made Dai Shiqing fall silent.

Fortunately, the oppressive atmosphere was quickly broken.

But the scene that followed made Dai Shiqing even more worried.

The man came with his back to the light. He was wearing a simple shirt and casual pants. He looked refined and noble. The ice and snow outside the yard were melting, gradually merging with his aura. He was holding a bunch of bright red roses in his hand. The petals were still dripping with water, looking very beautiful.

“Flowers.”

Song Yaoyao threw the book down and half-knelt on the sofa. She straightened her back and took it. “Brother, can you put the flowers in the vase and put them in the room?”

“Okay.”

“I want to change the bedsheets in the bedroom too, change them to pink?”

Huo Yunque chuckled. “Sure.”

Song Yaoyao fiddled with the petals, her dark eyes darting around as she said slyly, “Then can I have a piece of strawberry cake?”

Her curly eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings. She looked up expectantly and raised her index finger. “Just one piece! A small piece!”

However, her expectations were destined to be disappointed.

Huo Yunque turned around and poured her a glass of water. “No, drink more water and eat less sweets.”