Chapter 599： Mr. Huo is ready to eat

Chapter 599 Mr. Huo is ready to eat

She curled her eyes, bright and sweet, like a cat dozing in the sun.

Limp.

The corners of Huo Yunque's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were dark.

"I'm a little hungry."

"Ah...then let's go!"

As soon as Song Yaoya was about to get up, his wrist was grasped, and he planted again into the man's broad and hard chest.

"Um... brother?" She blinked, and met the man's gradually darkened eyes. There seemed to be a fierce beast hidden in the abyss, looking at her as if she was about to swallow her.

Silent tension and charming atmosphere flowed in the room.

Song Yaoya curled up his fingers, his face was slightly red, and he whispered, "Brother, let's eat first...ah!"

Before the voice fell, the body suddenly turned over.

She looked up and saw the handsome and gentle face of the man and the small crystal chandelier above him.

The muffled voice was particularly bewitching, and it sounded in a low voice in the ears, gentle and intricate.

"Thank you for reminding, then now, Mr. Huo is going to start'dining'——"

Song Yaoya's heartbeat missed half a beat in an instant.

...

In the dream, Song Yaoyao became a fish, or a fish that was thrown into a pot for cooking.

Tossing over and over again, after frying, frying on one side and the other side, continued.

In such anxiousness, she felt that if she continued to fry it, she was afraid that the fish would be discarded.

Waking up from a dream, it was already afternoon, and the daylight shifted.

Song Yaoya murmured and saw the energetic man sitting beside him reading a book. I bit my silver teeth angrily, just thinking that God is really unfair!

Why is she tired like a dead dog, but he seems to have taken Shiquan Dabu pills?

The calf was kicked without pain.

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and looked through the lens with a smile.

"woke up?"

"Humph!"

Song Yao's mouth curled, her face twisted, indicating that she didn't want to talk to him.

"Ah……"

A low smile came from behind, and then she was picked up and vacated.

The man hugged her and walked towards the bathroom.

"What's your anger? Obviously you are also...well..."

His mouth was covered, his smiley eyes looked in the mirror, and he traced her eyebrows through the air.

The eyebrows are delicate and dense, the nose is straight and the tip of the nose glows light red. Lips are plump and plump, like a good lip glaze, with water shine. The eyes of the most beautiful pair are raised up, and the dark eyes are like a squiggly soft wave, pure and lust, sultry and invisible.

Song Yaoya stared at him, "Don't talk!"

Huo Yunque laughed in a low voice.

The laughter was **** and sweet, even more blushing than talking. The pinna was numb for a while, as if there was an electric current, Song Yaoyao bulged his cheeks, "Don't laugh!"

Coquettish and domineering.

Huo Yunque pinched her cheeks, "open your mouth."

"Well……"

The taste of strawberry-flavored toothpaste permeated the mouth, and the electric toothbrush vibrated slightly.

She squinted her eyes and held the toothbrush, staring blankly into the mirror.

The man stood behind her, combing her long, smooth black hair. Eyes drooped slightly, expression serious.

Song Yaoyao's eyes fell on his black shirt and found that Huo Yunque was particularly suitable for black.

of course--

In her impression, Huo Yunque didn't seem to have any inappropriate clothes. Even when he first saw him, the long gown he wore didn't show any sense of disobedience on him. Some people dress like people who talk about cross talk, and some people like people who go to walk the birds.

Only him, abruptly pierced through a kind of romantic elegance, like a figure walking out of a picture scroll.

Wearing a gown is not aimed at anyone! And I also like to talk about cross talk!

If you spray me, then I spray you too

Bah, you little pig!

(End of this chapter)