Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 570: I’ll Let You See As Much As You Want Tonight

“But…”

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes caught the crimson glow and she nodded lightly.

It was indeed beautiful.

She began to wonder what the bangle’s previous owner looked like.

She would probably be very beautiful, right? She could see it from Huo Yunque’s eyes. And her name further confirmed this: Ah Shu.

Shu = beauty.

Song Yaoyao suddenly had an impulse. She pulled Huo Yunque’s sleeve and asked as he lowered his head, “Gege, what did Auntie look like? Was she really pretty?”

“Do you want to see your future mother-in-law so much?”

His teasing made Song Yaoyao blush.

She glared at Huo Yunque and touched the bangle. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

Grandfather Huo yawned. He was too old to stay up late. It was only nine o’clock in the evening and he was already starting to feel sleepy.

However, when he heard about his lover, he could not help but laugh.

“It’s not difficult to see your Auntie. She loved to record her life and has left behind many photos. If you want to see them, I’ll send you a few photo albums tomorrow. Yunque also has a lot of photos from when he was young.”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes lit up. “Then are there any photos of Gege making a fool of himself?!”

She was too curious. What did the refined and refined Huo Yunque look like when he was young?

Grandfather Huo was stunned as he laughed out loud.

“No, your Auntie would have loved to capture one, but I don’t know why this punk has been like a mini-adult from a young age. He never even cried no matter how much we teased him.”

“Oh? That must have been really boring.”

People said that children were born to play with. If they weren’t teased when they were young, then they wouldn’t be fun when they grew up.

Who would have thought that Huo Yunque had been like this since he was young.

“Yes, he was pretty boring.” Grandfather Huo smacked his lips. “But there’s a picture of him naked from when he was only a few months old. Do you want to see it?”

“Wow!”

Song Yaoyao looked up enthusiastically and nodded furiously. “Yes!”

“Okay, I’ll show it to you tomorrow.”

After saying that, Grandfather Huo strolled back to his room with his hands behind his back.

Once he left, there were only two people left.

“Gege, when you were young—”

Before she could finish her sentence, her slender waist was grabbed. The man looked down from above with a faint smile. “You want to see it so much? I’ll let you see as much as you want tonight.”

Song Yaoyao’s legs gave way. “…”

Was it too late to regret now?

…

“H-hello.”

Huo Tian had been observing the man from afar for a long time. She saw him sitting in his wheelchair, bored to death, casually playing with a black lighter.

The faint blue flames danced rhythmically with the clicking sound of opening and closing.

Click.

Song Wenchuan threw the lighter back and raised his thin eyelids slightly.

The man’s gaze was distant, as if he was looking at her through the endless darkness. It struck her soul in an instant, making Huo Tian so nervous that she even forgot to breathe.

“M-my name is Huo Tian,” she introduced herself with a red face. “May I know your name?”

A layer of watery light gradually appeared in her eyes as she looked at him with anticipation and nervousness.

Song Wenchuan had seen this kind of gaze many times before. He lazily leaned against the wheelchair, his palms so thin that even the veins on his palms could be clearly seen.

His thin lips gently parted into a smile. As Huo Tian’s heart pounded, he suddenly turned her down. “Sorry, I can’t.”

Before coming here, Huo Tian had thought of countless possibilities. However, she never expected Song Wenchuan to be so rude.

Her eyes turned red. “I-I know you’re Song Yaoyao’s brother. Your surname is Song.”