Chapter 867： Public execution video

Chapter 867 Public execution video

Continue to fall asleep.

a long time……

Falling asleep, Song Yaoya always felt that something was wrong.

It seemed that there was a gaze staring at her all the time, and she could not sleep well even if she was disturbed.

Song Yaoya gave a groan in his heart, with a bad feeling.

She gripped the quilt nervously, and slowly and slowly pulled down the quilt...

The next second-

"what!!"

A scream cut through the clouds.

Song Yaoyao's throat was dry and trembling.

"Brother, brother?! You...when did you come back?"

Why does she have no memory at all?

The man leaning on the bed turned the book calmly, "Last night."

Song Yaoya shook again.

Gudong...

She swallowed, hid under the quilt and arched to Huo Yunque's side.

Carefully stretched out his little hand, pulling at the corner of his clothes.

"Brother, I miss you so much~"

Thirty-six strategies, acting like a baby is the best strategy.

"Well, I miss you too."

Yes, a very normal conversation.

just--

Song Yaoyao didn't feel relieved, but his heart tightened even more.

Huo Yunque's tone was too calm, calm and a little abnormal! !

"Brother, what book are you reading?"

She licked her lips and leaned forward carefully, trying to calm the atmosphere.

Song Yaoya probably remembered a little, but he didn't remember it very clearly.

Her last memory stayed in the singing box.

As for how she came back, Song Yaoya didn't know how much Huo Yunque saw.

Oh oh...

I'm dead! !

"Books on finance."

The answer was stubborn, and there was no fluctuation in his voice.

Song Yaoya dropped her shoulders and looked at her pajamas.

It's over.

The clothes were changed, and it seemed that I took a shower.

last night--

What did she do?

"brother……"

Song Yaoya thought of his dark history when he was drunk before, and couldn't help but start to look at Huo Yunque.

The man is also wearing silk pajamas, long-sleeved trousers, without a trace of fancy, a standard sexual indifferent style.

Well, the face is as handsome as ever, and the figure is as good as ever——

But none of this is the point, the point is...

Song Yaoyao looked more and more frightened.

What's the matter with this lips? Why is it swollen? There was a hole in the corner of his mouth. I didn't know, I thought Huo Yunque had been beaten.

In the shirt-style pajamas, the only thing exposed is probably half of the clavicle and the throat.

In the area visible to the naked eye, there is a red mark.

It's like being sucked out by something...

Song Yao was dumbfounded.

What did she do? Didn't she do it?

The former makes Song Yaoyao guilty.

The latter made Song Yaoya angry.

Suddenly, Huo Yunque put down his book, took something from the cabinet, and waved to Song Yaoyao.

"Come on, I'll show you something."

This tone is as frightening as I am showing you a baby.

Song Yaoya swallowed, feeling that the content in it was definitely not what she wanted to see, and immediately shook her head, "I, I don't want to see it!"

Huo Yunque turned on the tablet and turned on the video.

Although the picture could not be seen, the voice still clearly reached Song Yaoya's ears.

"Brother! You kiss me!"

"Brother... I love you so much!"

"Song Yaoyao, let go." The deep voice was helpless.

"I don't want to, I want to kiss~~"

"Brother~~"

Some words were too shameful, and Song Yaoya was shy and almost lost consciousness, feeling that he was no longer himself.

She rushed forward, her cheeks dripping with blood.

"Don't let it go! Turn it off soon!"

"Oh why?"

Huo Yunque easily buckled her into his arms, let her struggle, stretched out his long arms, and drew away with the tablet.

(End of this chapter)