Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

She was delicate, like a little lamb shivering in the snow. Her bright red lips opened and closed, but her words were broken beyond recognition.

“Huh? Don’t be nervous, speak slowly.”

A large palm gently patted her head, strangely calming her anxious heart.

Song Yaoyao let out a breath and slowly took two steps back, opening her palm.

On her fair and tender palm was a dark blue velvet box. The surface of the box was wet with sweat, which showed her nervousness.

“Gege.” Song Yaoyao did not dare to look into Huo Yunque’s eyes. Whenever she saw his eyes, Song Yaoyao’s mind would go blank, and she would completely forget what she was going to say and what she should do next.

“Actually, I have prepared other gifts for you today.”

The girl’s voice was soft and slightly nasally.

She was delicate and soft, especially pleasant and obedient.

Huo Yunque’s eyebrows moved slightly as if he felt something.

The little girl in front of him suddenly knelt down on one knee and pulled out a bunch of flowers from nowhere.

It was a delicate red Chinese rose. It was shaped like a normal rose, but it was more majestic and beautiful.

Huo Yunque was stunned. This rose looked familiar to him.

The loose coat covered the little girl, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult’s clothes, and her movements were a little clumsy.

She opened the box with difficulty. Unexpectedly, there was a pair of plain rings inside.

It was a simple pair of silver platinum rings.

She knelt on one knee on the ground, looking even smaller and cuter.

Her eyelashes flickered fiercely as if she had the courage to risk everything. She raised the bouquet high and asked, “Gege! Will you marry me?”

“Pfff!”

Tang Xinrou was tongue-tied. She quickly whispered, “Precious, you should be asking him whether you can marry him.”

Song Yaoyao, who was overly nervous, became even more flustered. Her face was so red that it looked like blood.

She awkwardly changed her words, “Oh, yes, yes. Gege, can I marry you?”

“Ahem…”

Huo Yunque smiled and could not help but laugh. He bent down and caressed the girl’s tense face as he accepted the bouquet of roses in passing.

The man was dressed in a suit and holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand.

The extreme red and black, coupled with his handsome face, made him look more like a character who had walked out of a painting. The snow fluttered in the air, and the man’s clear voice was tinged with a smile, more bewitching than wine.

“I’m willing.

“Regardless of who’s marrying who.”

The little girl’s eyes instantly lit up. The man pulled her up from the ground, and the ice-cold ring was slowly put on her slender ring finger.

The other ring appeared in the man’s hand.

Seeing that he wanted to wear it himself, Song Yaoyao hurriedly stopped him. “Geg! Let me do it, let me do it!”

She hurriedly snatched the ring away and put it on the ring finger of the man’s left hand with sincerity and expectation.

The simple rings seemed to create an invisible bond, binding the two of them together.

Xia Rao stood below the stage and couldn’t help but sigh. “It’s so sad. I used to think that Brother Two was a monk who had no desires and was never popular with women. As it turned out, it’s not that he didn’t know how to do it, he simply hadn’t met anyone who he wanted to respond to before.”

Judging by his words, he was much more knowledgeable than they thought.

He really knew how to do it!

“Huhuhu!” Tang Xinrou held her face with both hands and wailed. Her eyes were filled with love. “Mr. Huo really knows how to be a tease!”

What did he mean by ‘regardless of who’s marrying who’?

Oh my God! This scene of affection wasn’t just abuse. This was a complete slaughter.