Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

She was really tired of the Songs and didn’t want to get involved with the troublesome family of three, but Song Wenchuan treated her really well.

Unfortunately, if she was to get entangled with Song Wenchuan, it was hard not to interact with Song Jingwan, Zhou Manli, and Song Rui as well.

After revealing her thoughts, she also complained quietly, “Actually, I’m not open-minded at all. I’m a very petty person. For example, Gege can only be mine. That’s why I can understand Song Jingwan.”

Perhaps, it was also because of this that Song Wenchuan could never compare to the brother in her past life.

In her past life, she was her brother’s only sister, so he naturally doted on her. And even up to the day of her death, her brother did not have a partner. In fact, he often said, “Why would I need a girlfriend? Would she be as beautiful as my Yaoyao? What if I find a sister-in-law who doesn’t treat you well? Forget about it, I only have one heart. It’s not even enough for our Yaoyao, how will I have space for another woman?”

Every time he said this, her father would laugh and scold him while chasing him around for a beating.

But the entire family knew that Song Yaoyao did not have a long life.

In fact, the doctor told them she would never be an adult. But Song Yaoyao persisted, and just as her parents saw some hope, she died at the ripe age of 19.

“Is this all?”

After listening quietly to the girl, Huo Yunque possessively threw her onto the bed and covered her with the quilt again. “If you’re done, you should sleep.”

“Huh?”

Song Yaoyao blinked and asked in confusion, “Gege, you’re not going to say anything?”

Wasn’t he going to comment on her possessiveness and temper?

As soon as her voice fell, the man pulled her head toward him. She looked into the man’s handsome eyes in surprise.

“Look at what I have in my eyes,” Huo Yunque said.

Song Yaoyao looked at his eyes in detail. After searching for ages, she shook her head blankly. “There’s nothing in your eyes…”

“No, there is. Take a proper look.”

Huo Yunque leaned a little closer. His eyelashes were long and his eyes seemed to sparkle under the lights.

Song Yaoyao wanted to cry from the anxiousness. She thought Huo Yunque had something dirty in his eyes, so she kept searching and searching, but she didn’t find anything…

At this time, Huo Yunque shook his head and started laughing.

“Silly girl.” He held onto her head and sighed. “You are in my eyes.”

Song Yaoyao froze and lifted her head to take another look…

Indeed, there was a face clearly reflected in his eyes: it was her.

“Why should you be bothered by others? If you can’t bear to let go, then try to get along. If you’re annoyed by someone, then cut all contact with them. Have you forgotten why Huo Jiu is by your side? Where’s the girl who tried to strangle someone?”

The man’s voice always had a mysteriously comforting effect.

Song Yaoyao glanced down and her nose stung.

“There’s nothing to worry about. He’s not your one and only, I am. Song Yaoyao, don’t be too greedy…” Huo Yunque teased.

The girl responded with a passionate hug.

And…

…an extremely sweet kiss.

Oh, and perhaps, it was a little perverted.

In the end, the girl fell asleep by his side and Huo Yunque gently climbed off the bed.

When the door opened, Uncle Zhang was standing outside as expected.

Helplessness flashed across Huo Yunque’s eyes.

“You’re not asleep yet?” he asked gently.

Uncle Zhang noticed his clothes were a little messy but still in one piece. He nodded happily. “I’m going now!”