Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

He paused his work, turned to the resting room, grabbed a thin blanket, and returned to the sofa.

The girl was sleeping soundly with her lips slightly parted, showing a few teeth. Her face was flushed, and the faint hairs on her delicate skin could be seen under the light.

He kneeled beside the sofa, bent his finger, and touched her cheek.

It was extremely soft.

…

On Christmas Day, Song Yaoyao rushed downstairs before dawn without washing her face.

“Gege! Gege Gege!”

The man had already changed into his business attire and was ready to head out.

He turned his head when he heard the girl’s cry, but she had already slammed into his arms like a small cannonball.

“So thoughtless.”

Huo Yunque frowned, but he still wrapped his arms around her so she wouldn’t get injured.

Song Yaoyao’s eyes sparkled. “Gege, it’s Christmas Day!”

“Yes, so?” he asked calmly, hiding his amusement.

“What? Gege, how can you act so calm?” Song Yaoyao pouted.

“How else am I supposed to act?” Huo Yunque asked as he cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow.

“Hmph!” Song Yaoyao humphed cutely.

“It’s Christmas Day~ I saw the weather forecast. It might snow today! Snow is so romantic! So…” She hugged Huo Yunque’s waist and bounced around in his arms. “Gege! Let’s go on a date tonight!”

Uncle Zhang gave Huo Qi and the others a look, and they retreated simultaneously.

In an instant, only Song Yaoyao and Huo Yunque remained.

“I still have work to do,” Huo Yunque said deliberately.

“But…”

Song Yaoyao felt aggrieved. “It might snow today!”

“Yes.”

“It’s the first snow!”

“So?”

“The meaning is different!”

“Okay.”

Just as Song Yaoyao was about to cry, she suddenly froze. “Ehhh? What did you just say?”

His palm fell upon her head and he rubbed it.

“Let’s celebrate Christmas together.”

“Yay!!”

Song Yaoyao immediately jumped back to life. The tip of her nose was red, and she was so happy that she forgot to breathe. She jumped up and pounced onto the man like a koala, squeezing his waist between her body.

Huo Yunque furrowed his brows. “Song Yaoyao, you shouldn’t do this.”

“No! I want to!”

Song Yaoyao rubbed against his arm and suddenly heard a gentle voice ask, “Song Yaoyao, have you washed your face?”

Boom—

Song Yaoyao blushed.

Not only had she not washed her face, she hadn’t even brushed her hair yet! At most, she had only brushed her teeth and thrown on some clothes before running downstairs.

“You’re wrinkling my suit.”

Song Yaoyao jumped off Huo Yunque’s body with a swish. But when she looked at him guiltily, she realized his suit wasn’t wrinkled at all.

She immediately grunted and whined cutely, “Gege, you lied to me!”

“Yes, it’s because you’re gullible.”

Huo Yunque fixed his sleeves and headed for the door. “Go back.”

“Then Gege, tonight…”

Huo Yunque’s lips curved. “See you tonight.”

Song Yaoyao grinned. As she leaned against the doorframe and watched Huo Yunque head towards the car, she suddenly called out, “Gege!”

The man, who had already opened the car door, glanced sideways and saw the girl’s dazzling smile. She made a heart with her hand. “Gege! Saranghae[1]!”

One was hot and passionate, the other was cold like ice.

Huo Yunque froze for a moment.

When Song Yaoyao didn’t receive a response, she pouted her lips and pulled her hand back.

That was when she saw…

The restrained and classy suited man raised his hand with seriousness, and grabbed the air, pretending to catch her heart.

As the door closed, his voice drifted across the air calmly, “I’ll take this with me.”

[1] Saranghae = “I love you” in Korean