Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The hot breaths fell upon his ear. Huo Yunque tilted his head slightly in discomfort. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Song Yaoyao.”

A moment later, Huo Yunque said helplessly, “What is in that head of yours, huh?”

Song Yaoyao blushed. Even after they boarded the car she stubbornly refused to let go of his neck.

Huo Yunque had no choice but to sit her on his lap.

All of a sudden, he thought about their first meeting and the way the girl looked at him. As she sat on the man’s lap, she blushed from the teasing and her eyes became teary.

The man grabbed her hand and looked down. As expected, her hand was swollen like a bun.

The girl was soft and delicate. Huo Yunque was not surprised.

His eyes darkened for a moment and fierce emotions brushed past his heart.

Song Yaoyao pouted and buried herself in the man’s arms. “I don’t look good! Don’t look at me!”

She tried to pull her hand away but failed.

“Does it hurt?” Huo Yunque asked.

The answer was clear but he still asked.

Song Yaoyao blinked. Her eyelashes were still moist, but between her eyes she looked like a sly fox.

She analyzed Huo Yunque in secret and said coquettishly, “Keke, Kiss me and the pain will go away!”

Huo Yunque avoided her injury and placed the girl’s soft hand in his.

It didn’t look too good.

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao admitted that her thoughts weren’t innocent and appropriate. Under his all-seeing eyes, her cheeks turned redder and redder like the sky at dawn and a rose in autumn.

Huo Yunque did not move as Song Yaoyao dropped her shoulders.

“I know, I know,” she whined. “Gege’s not interested in the opposite sex. I’m just being greedy…” But before she finished speaking, her hot hand suddenly felt a brush of coldness.

Song Yaoyao immediately lifted her head and her eyes lit up.

Her eyes sparkled like stars.

The man’s lips were cold and it was icy as he pressed it against the back of her hand. But it perfectly subdued the heat and pain that she felt.

She parted her moist lips. “Gege, you…”

“Not interested in the opposite sex?” Huo Yunque looked into her eyes with amusement and his coldness slowly faded. “Then what are you? Huh?”

His voice turned up at the end teasingly.

“Gege!”

Song Yaoyao kicked her feet and buried her head into the man’s chest.

Feeling his chest shake, the man’s deep and charming laughter echoed through the car. The street lights shone like a galaxy of stars. His voice was so sexy and mesmerizing that Song Yaoyao wanted to nosebleed!

She bit her lip and her eyes curved.

The drive home was really peaceful. Song Yaoyao’s hand was hot. It wasn’t painful anymore, but it was beginning to tickle.

She pouted her lips. “Gege, it still hurts~”

As her voice fell, she lifted her hand to his lips; her intent was obvious.

“So delicate.”

The driver couldn’t help but glance at the rearview mirror, and his heart stirred.

Their almighty and influential Master currently had one hand gently behind the girl’s back and the other one was holding her hand.

One kiss after another fell upon the back of her hand, comforting her without any words.

It was ridiculously ticklish and itchy!

This honor was given to the girl in the man’s embrace who was slowly nodding off to sleep.

If this was to be exposed to the heiresses who admired the Master, how many people would cry tears of heartbreak…?

The driver did not dare to watch them any longer. He quickly retrieved his gaze and got rid of his messy thoughts.