Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi 

"Yaoyao, I love you."

Everyone said in unison, "Thank you, Class President!"

This little girl was their Class President for life.

If it wasn't for her, all of them would still be a drunken mess. After graduation, their parents would have spent money to stuff them into a not-so-bad college to continue eating and waiting for their deaths. Otherwise, they would be out, picking up girls, going clubbing, and drag racing late at night.

They would do whatever was exciting, just like how they did before.

But now, those things were a distant memory.

Because, in their lives, there was a ray of light, a small sun that was always full of vigor.

From the moment they defeated Class 3-1, they knew that being the pride of their parents was worth far more than their drunken dreams.

That sense of satisfaction could not be replaced by anything else.

Song Yaoyao was shocked and felt as if her ears were going deaf. She was stunned for a while before she slowly felt their gratitude.

She said slowly, "Don't think that I won't check your results just because you're being sentimental. Those who don't do well in the monthly test will be punished ten times."

"Pfff—"

"Hahahaha Class President, you really know how to ruin the atmosphere!"

Such a sentimental scene was forcefully ruined by her.

When the party ended, everyone still wanted more.

They were all locals. Since they were back, they naturally had to go home to visit their parents.

Everyone parted at the door and Song Yaoyao bent down to get into her car.

She was actually shocked when she got in.

"Gege!"

She pounced on him and hugged his arm. She was pleasantly surprised. "Why are you here? Are you here to pick me up?!"

Huo Yunque put down the documents in his hands and raised his eyebrows. "No."

Song Yaoyao was more or less aware of Huo Yunque's tricks now. She rolled her eyes and replied with an 'Oh' before turning around to push the car door open. "Since it's a no, then I'll stay with Rourou. She just so happened to invite me to her house as a guest— Ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she fell into an embrace that emitted a cold fragrance.

"Yes."

That short word made Song Yaoyao grin smugly.

"I knew it. How dare you try to deny it! Hmph!"

She shook her little head. If there was a little tail behind her, it would definitely be swaying along with her mood.

But she was still extremely adorable.

Huo Yunque smiled silently and leaned closer to her, sniffing. "Did you drink again?"

"Huh? No!"

Song Yaoyao tugged at the hem of her clothes and sniffed. "It's just a smell."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Song Yaoyao raised her head confidently and her chin was pinched.

The man's slightly hot lips fell on her mouth, and his deep and seductive voice carried a hint of amusement. "Let me have a taste."

"Mmm..."

Song Yaoyao raised her head passively. She was stunned for a moment before she pouted and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're obviously just taking advantage of me."

With her low alcohol tolerance, if she actually drank, she would have given herself away long ago.

Huo Yunque laughed hoarsely. "Uh huh."

Indeed.

Who asked the little girl to be so cute? He really couldn't help it.

By the time they returned home, it was already midnight. Therefore, Song Yaoyao was sleeping in Huo Yunque's arms and was carried in by him.

As such, she did not notice that Huo Manor had been redecorated, and the lights were on in a certain building at the back.

Everything was to welcome the arrival of the next day.

However, Song Yaoyao did not know it yet.

Early in the morning, the sky was bright.

The cold wind blew the long black hair of a girl. The hem of her coat fluttered in the wind. With a faint smile on her delicate little face, she walked gracefully out of the airport.

Outside, a black luxury car had been waiting for a long time.