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Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 784 - Nothing That A Cup Of Milk Tea Cant Solve
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Chapter 784: Nothing That A Cup Of Milk Tea Can’t Solve

Huo Si was like a wall of meat, blocking Song Wenchuan’s path.

“You can go and dote on your own sister. As for Miss Song, our Master will dote on her, of course.” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ (f)ir(e).net

His words were not polite, but it was the truth.

Everyone knew that Song Yaoyao was not the daughter of the Songs; they had found their own daughter and could not wait to tell the world where she had been.

Huo Si sneered and shot a warning glance at Song Wenchuan before chasing after Song Yaoyao in large strides.

He could completely understand why Huo Jiu, a person who had undergone harsh training and had the choice to succeed in a foreign branch, was willing to stay by Song Yaoyao’s side as a small bodyguard. He even did it willingly.

That was because he felt the same way now.

Everyone who was close to Song Yaoyao would probably have the same thoughts as him.

She never tried to please anyone on purpose, nor did she treat each person differently. However, her neither-far-nor-close attitude, as well as her hard work and merits, were enough to make people fall in love with her.

Their Miss Song was so nice. Were these people blind?

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Outside, Huo Jiu was standing by the car with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. When he saw Song Yaoyao walking over, he immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth.

Huo Si looked around and suddenly saw a beautifully decorated shop. His eyes lit up and he strode over.

Song Yaoyao waited in the car for a while and was stunned. “Huo Jiu, where’s Huo Si?”

“Oh, him...”

Huo Jiu curled his lips and his gaze swept over a certain area. He answered, “I don’t know either. Maybe he went to the bathroom. If Miss Song is in a hurry to go back, should we leave first?”

“There’s no need.” Song Yaoyao bent her legs and fiddled with the pendant on her school bag. “Then we’ll wait.”

She had nothing else to do anyway.

Not long after, the smell of milk wafted into Song Yaoyao’s nose.

She looked up and was shocked by the large face outside the car window.

Not only was the face full of meat, but the smile was also very scary.

However, the other party did not have any self-awareness. His smile was full of ripples.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, Miss Song. I read on the Internet that there is nothing that a cup of milk tea can’t solve. If there is, then two cups! Look...”

He raised his hands with a smile, holding one bag in each hand.

“This is a strawberry-flavored milk tea, and this is the original pearl milk tea. They are all Miss Song’s!”

Huo Jiu laughed hoarsely and cursed silently, “Idiot.”

The young girl’s small red mouth opened slightly; she was stunned.

Two cups of steaming hot milk tea were handed to her.

It had the taste of strawberries that she liked.

“Miss Song, don’t be unhappy. The Master will feel bad for you if he sees it. That kid has no taste! If I had a sister like Miss Song, she would eat whatever she wants to eat. Those evil people wouldn’t even think of touching my sister!”

Cough—

Huo Jiu felt he sounded more and more ridiculous. So he gave him a warning glance.

Huo Si shut his mouth in time and smiled foolishly.

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“Here, Miss Song.”

He handed the milk tea over again. That fierce face didn’t seem so scary anymore.

It was dopey and cute.

After Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, she suddenly raised the corners of her lips. A smile flowed in her eyes. Her small face was bright and beautiful, so beautiful that it was out of this world.

Huo Si’s heart almost melted.

Oh my god, Miss Song is an angel!

“Thank you, Huo Si.”

Her eyes were curved into a crescent, and her voice was soft and pleasant.

She thanked him sincerely.

“Hehe, you’re welcome!”

Huo Si scratched his head. Fortunately, he was tanned, and his face did not turn red.

“Miss Song, don’t be unhappy. If two cups are not enough, then four cups, eight cups....”