Chapter 454： Poke a knife in the heart

Chapter 454 Poke a knife in the heart

She sniffed without raising her head.

Song Yaoya grabbed a handful of snow and piled on the initial prototype, but with little effect.

She frowned in distress, thinking about which step she had gone wrong.

It’s always easy to watch other people build snowmen from the Internet, and there are some very powerful gods who can play snowmen out of tricks.

She didn't expect to pile up a brilliant brother out, at least--

Q version of the head office, right?

Huo Ningxi didn't expect him to be ignored so thoroughly, he was originally sulking, but when he saw Song Yao's stupid look, he was angry and funny, "Song Yao, are you stupid?"

How did he forget that this person has always been doing her own way, expecting her to understand what is like a fantasy.

Forget it.

Just ignore it.

He walked over, squatted beside Song Yaoyao, and reached out his hand to directly push the little snow ball in front of Song Yaoyao, directly to the ground.

"You want to be like this, have you ever heard of snowballing? Looks very clever, why—fuck!"

The snow group exploded directly on Huo Ningxi's head.

In the snow splashing, and across the white, Huo Ningxi saw the little girl's tight face and a pair of dark pupils.

Is watching him silently.

Huo Ningxi secretly said that it was not good, but it was too late.

The next second, he was stepped directly into the snow.

"I thought about it, I think it's necessary to take a bit of physical strength to beat you--"

Because he owes too much!

"Well……"

Huo Ningxi struggled twice before lying motionless in the snow.

He worked as a small clerk in a branch of Huo’s. His clothes were not thick, and the cold snow soaked his clothes, making him strong and shivering.

But he grinned silently and smiled.

The little girl's voice was soft and soft, and she obviously had no deterrent power, which was in stark contrast to her aggressive and violent behavior.

"If you want to play in the snow, stay away from me. No matter what you want to do, I have no time to play with you. If you are really bored, you can go to Song Jingwan."

Song Yaoya kicked him, picked up his bucket and shovel from the ground, and walked away.

The surrounding light is dim, and the lights hung up high, in the snowy night, seem to be wrapped in a layer of aperture.

Huo Ningxi slumped in the snow, without the strength to move.

The snow fell in his eyes and it was cold. He blinked, gritted his teeth and vomited, "Smelly girl, you can really poke a knife in people's hearts."

One more poke.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Uncle Zhang was calculating the time. It had been half an hour. Just thinking about whether to call Song Yaoyao back, he saw the man in the housewear slowly coming upstairs.

Dark gray sweater and black trousers, because I was doing official business just now, I was wearing glasses on the bridge of my nose.

In such a night, it became more and more elegant.

"Where is she? Didn't come back?"

Huo Yunque took off his glasses, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, a pair of deep eyes looked at the snow facing outward.

In just half an hour, the yard has been covered with snow again.

Under the light, it exudes a crystal luster, like fine gravel.

"I'm back early," Uncle Zhang laughed. "When Ms. Song was over from school, she happily carried the small bucket and said she was going to make a snowman. I was thinking about calling her."

Huo Yunque's footsteps turned, frowning lightly.

"Make a snowman?"

He chuckled, "How long have you been out?"

I don't know what weird thoughts were in that little girl's head all day long.

(End of this chapter)