Chapter 375: My Brother Lied to Me Too

After watching the movie, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The snow didn't seem to have stopped, and it floated down one after another, like cotton wool.

All buildings, roadside flower beds and Christmas trees are covered with a layer of white snow.

Song Yaoyao followed behind the man step by step.

On Christmas night, the strong romantic atmosphere here has diluted the commercial atmosphere a lot.

She put her small hands in her pockets, half of her small face was shrunk in the scarf, and she followed behind the man with her small head down.

"Sir, do you want to buy a rose? Buy a rose to make your girlfriend happy!"

The little boy with the basket on his head wore a Christmas-style elk headband, smiling and blocking Huo Yunque's way.

Huo Yunque couldn't help but turn around and found that the little girl was far away, more than ten meters away.

Depressed, he seemed very unhappy.

He curled his lips, "How much?"

"One 20 yuan! Sir, the roses I sell are definitely the cheapest on this street! It's a holiday, it's really expensive! Sir, do you want to buy a few more roses? All girls..."

"I want it all."

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Song Yaoyao walked and didn't want to move anymore, her mood was suddenly low, she squatted at the door of a shop to hide from the snow, watching the colorful balls in the distance flickering in a trance.

The vision was suddenly blocked by a tacky red, shabby newspaper packaging.

It is a blooming rose, stained with bright snowflakes.

The hand holding the rose is familiar to Song Yaoyao, with clear joints and slender and clean fingers.

She squatted on the ground and raised her head, suddenly feeling that she was back when she was not so familiar with Huo Yunque. He also stood in front of her so condescendingly, while Song Yaoyao maintained the same posture.

The only difference was that this time, Huo Yunque was holding flowers in his hand.

The rose representing love-

There was a blank space in my mind, and then countless gorgeous fireworks exploded.

The so-called low mood has all disappeared.

Song Yaoyao jumped up and jumped into Huo Yunque's arms excitedly.

"Brother, did you buy a rose specially for me?"

"no."

Huo Yunque embraced the little girl in his arms with one hand, his thin lips curved into a shallow arc, "I picked it up on the road."

Song Yaoyao didn't believe it, she didn't think the roses wrapped in the newspaper were ugly at all, she held them all in her arms. The smile on his little face was brilliant, and the gleaming light in his eyes was flickering, very beautiful.

"Brother lied!"

She jumped and followed behind Huo Yunque, full of blood and resurrected.

The little girl was a little too coaxed.

Huo Yunque chuckled, noncommittal.

"Brother, Merry Christmas!"

She chased Huo Yunque, and the two walked into the heavy snow.

The man was puzzled, "Song Yaoyao, it's very late, you have to go home to rest."

"But I'm not sleepy at all!"

Song Yaoyao held the rose, "Brother, you haven't given me a Christmas present yet!"

"Oh?"

Huo Yunque tilted his head, leaned on the side of the car, pointed to Rose, "Isn't that right?"

The little girl's eyes were very bright, she hugged the rose and turned her body to the side, trying to hide the flower, "Brother said that you picked up the flower, of course not!"

"Well--"

The man nodded, "Then what do you want?"

"A wish!" Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes, raised her tender fingers, and her delicate little face was very vivid when she spoke, "If you make a wish at Christmas, Santa will help to fulfill it!"

"Song Yaoyao, that's all a trick." Huo Yunque exposed.

"Then brother lied to me too!"