Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

They were two people from different worlds, yet they were strangely paired together.

"Aiya, Gege, wait for me!"

Song Yaoyao was so tired that she was panting. It was hard to imagine that she was still at home that morning and was now on foreign soil at night.

The little girl's tone was reproachful. Huo Yunque curled his thin lips and slowed down slightly, taking the initiative to hold her hand.

"You finally know to call me?"

Song Yaoyao reacted to his words. She puffed her cheeks and said, "Great! So you did it on purpose!"

No wonder she couldn't catch up no matter how hard she tried.

"You're bullying me!" Song Yaoyao pouted, her clear eyes sparkling.

She was so beautiful.

Huo Yunque's Adam's apple moved, and he laughed softly.

Bullying this little girl always gave him a special sense of satisfaction.

Of course, if he were to say this out loud, he would probably anger her again.

They were staying in a hotel, so there was no need for them to clean up. The person in charge of the hotel was already waiting outside. He first brought them to a suite on the upper floor, then respectfully told them that dinner had been prepared for them.

The dinner was western-style, with a local flavor.

Because it was late, they could only go to see the maple leaves the next day.

Song Yaoyao was too excited to rest the whole way. She lay in Huo Yunque's arms, planning where to play, and what to do after seeing the maple leaves. Huo Yunque wrapped his arms around her waist like a pillow, listening to her lovingly and patiently.

The girl's voice was soft and gentle, with an unconcealable joy and anticipation. Even the air seemed to be filled with a sweet smell because of her.

It was not until Song Yaoyao's eyelids became heavier and heavier that she finally fell asleep in Huo Yunque's arms.

She went to bed early the first night, causing her to wake up very early the next day.

When she woke up, Huo Yunque was still beside her. She got up, knelt beside him, and bent down to play with his long eyelashes. She called out in a very low voice, "Gege, wake up!"

"Gege, Gege..."

Huo Yunque felt light. In fact, when Song Yaoyao was about to wake up, he had already woken up. He just lay on the bed and did not move.

Because he knew that when Song Yaoyao saw that he was still sleeping, she would definitely torture him.

As expected...

He helplessly opened his eyes. His deep eyes reflected the pretty and fair face of the little girl. He sat up slightly and pinched her cheek, raising his eyebrows. "You sound so quiet. Who are you calling out to wake up?"

The man's face was clear and handsome, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised. His eyelashes were long and clear, casting a faint shadow on the bottom of his eyes.

Because he had just woken up, his deep and hoarse voice was indescribably seductive and charming.

Song Yaoyao was struck by his charm and could not help but go over and kiss his chin. She said coquettishly, "It's because I'm a lady."

Her chin was ticklish.

Huo Yunque laughed and carried her out of bed with one hand towards the washroom. "Little fox."

She was rather narcissistic.

After washing up and having breakfast, Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque set off.

This city was indeed the country of maple leaves. Maple trees could be seen everywhere, and they were the only warm color in this late autumn.

They complemented the various white buildings and were exceptionally romantic.

Song Yaoyao leaned against the window, but just as she stuck her head out halfway, she was blocked by a big palm from behind, and was forcefully pushed back.

"Ow!"

Song Yaoyao turned her head and glanced at Huo Yunque faintly.

"Sit properly."

Song Yaoyao pouted, but seeing Huo Yunque's serious expression, she obediently sat down. Seeing Huo Yunque leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed to rest, she quietly moved over, and her small hand went into his palm.

She had only scratched him twice before her little hand was tightly grasped.

Huo Yunque helplessly said, "That's very dangerous. Don't poke your head out."

He really couldn't do anything about her.

Song Yaoyao's dimples seemed to contain the sweetest honey. She raised her little head and smiled brightly. "I know, but aren't you here? You will protect me!"

Her voice was extremely sweet. Coupled with her deliberate coquetry, Huo Yunque softened a little more.

If she wanted to, no one would be able to escape her sweet attacks.

Huo Yunque controlled his strength and knocked her forehead. "Don't let it happen again."

"Alright, alright!"

Song Yaoyao nodded like she was pounding garlic. Huo Yunque could tell at a glance that she was just brushing him off.

He shook his head and helped her out of the car.

One second, Song Yaoyao was still trying to please Huo Yunque. The next second, she let out a surprised "Wow!" and dashed out.

"Song Yaoyao!"

Huo Yunque's eyebrows twitched as he looked at Song Yaoyao, who had flung his hand away and was dashing forward like a rabbit. Even his voice became a little louder.

Listening carefully, he could still feel the helplessness in his tone.

"Gege, come quickly!"

Song Yaoyao raised her head. The sky was blue, and maple leaves filled the branches like fire. Beneath her feet was a continuous stretch of red, orange, and yellow leaves. It was as if she was in an oil painting. There were no words to praise this beautiful scene.

She was so excited that her face was red. Around her neck, there was a camera, and she stood in the distance, jumping and waving at Huo Yunque.

When she smiled, her eyes were shaped like crescent moons, and her two rows of snow-white teeth were exposed. Just then, sunlight shone through the gaps of the leaves onto her body. She laughed as she stood in the light. The light wrapped around her, and the swaying ends of her hair were red as if they were on fire.

She was like a little fox squatting on a maple tree. Red, flamboyant, and passionate.

This scene quickly struck Huo Yunque's heart.

He laughed softly and curled his lips. "Coming."

It was now the season to watch the maple leaves. Other than the locals, there were also many people from various countries who looked like international students.

There weren't a lot of people, but it couldn't be considered a small amount either.

Everyone was doing their own thing. They were either sitting on a bench near the lake in a daze, reading a book, or sitting on a picnic rug, laughing and chatting with their good friends.

The atmosphere was relaxed and happy, but they did not disturb each other.

Everyone found their own way to rest here, and they respected each other.

The sun shone on the surface of the lake, and it sparkled like gold.

A snow-white swan was floating on the surface of the lake, forming a perfect scene.

The sky and the earth seemed to be connected by the sea of red.

The man's hand was in the pocket of his coat. His face was clear and handsome. Compared to a strong foreigner, his figure was thin, but he did not look weak. His figure was tall and his proportions were heaven-defying.

When the light fell on his face, he seemed to look gentler.

Song Yaoyao could not help but pick up the camera and shout at Huo Yunque who was walking towards her, "Gege! Look at me!"

Huo Yunque was surprised, but he still smiled and looked at her.

The shutter clicked.

The picture froze.

Song Yaoyao took the camera and ran to Huo Yunque's side. Compared to the steadiness of a man, she was like a teenager, full of energy and vitality.

"Gege, you're so slow!"

She wrinkled her small nose and pulled his sleeve in disappointment as she ran forward.

Huo Yunque shook his head and laughed. He had no choice but to quicken his pace with her, but he still walked very calmly.