Chapter 564: It Won't Be Good for My Sister to Be Sad

While speaking, Song Wenchuan's eyes swept across Dai Shiqing's body and gave her a friendly smile.

Dai Shiqing's back was stiff, she pursed her lips and smiled back.

The man seemed to be gentleman and graceful, and when he smiled, his whole face was clear and compelling, and he was particularly handsome.

However, Dai Shiqing only felt as if she was being targeted by a poisonous snake. It seemed that if she was not careful, she would be bitten by a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her face was pale.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Seeing her pretending to be calm and leaving, Song Wenchuan chuckled, "I'm going to have a cigarette, Mr. Huo?"

"Sorry, I don't smoke."

"Well... that's fine," Song Wenchuan shrugged, his eyes fell on Huo Zexi, and he raised his eyebrows, "Boy, do me a favor?"

He clicked the wheelchair under him and said.

"Oh! Good, good!"

Huo Zexi stood up hastily, he shrank his neck and didn't dare to breathe. God knows where he got the courage to sit at this table just now, when he was caught between the two bosses, and the inadvertently flowing momentum had already scared his scalp numb and his body hard.

Dai Shiqing touched up her makeup in the bathroom, her chest heaving violently.

There is unwillingness and ambition.

The entire Huo mansion is like a maze, and even a bathroom is extremely luxurious.

Her background is not bad, but compared to the Huo family, she is like a star child in the universe, too weak to be worth mentioning.

Just ask, which woman in the world saw this scene.

Don't want to stay here and be the hostess here?

Aloof, but still be favored by such a good man——

She was thoughtful, and as soon as she got out of the bathroom, she saw a man smoking outside the bathroom.

His fingers are slender, with well-defined joints. A cigarette is tucked between his fingers, and the smoke ring is slowly burning.

In the distance, Huo Zexi squatted in the corner and played with his mobile phone, casting a glance at him from time to time.

Looking at each other, Dai Shiqing instantly entered a state of vigilance.

She reluctantly settled down and nodded slightly, "Mr. Song came out to breathe?"

"Is it?"

Song Wenchuan put his hand on the armrest, and his slightly long broken hair hung down, casting a shadow under his eyes.

"Then...then I won't disturb you."

"Miss Dai—"

Dai Shiqing passed Song Wenchuan, and a man's hoarse voice came from behind.

Her heart sank, she turned around and smiled, "Mr. Song, is there anything else?"

"No, I just want to ask you, how do you think my family is slim?"

Dai Shiqing squeezed her handbag tightly, "Miss Song is very cute and pretty."

"Is that so? I think so too." Speaking of Song Yaoyao, Song Wenchuan's stern face seemed to soften, "I'm just such a little sister, who has been the baby of our family since childhood. She is obedient and obedient. Rarely like anything in particular."

There was something in his words, which successfully changed Dai Shiqing's face, "What does Mr. Song mean?"

"It's not interesting," the man's eyes were calm and frightening, "it's just that he suddenly had the desire to talk, not against Miss Dai."

Dai Shiqing just wanted to laugh, but under the strong momentum of the man, it became difficult for her to even laugh.

"Xiaoyao has been in our hands since she was a child, and she will be like this in the future. She finally likes something, and if someone dares to interfere with it, it will make her sad. Miss Dai, do you know what will happen to that person? "

Dai Shiqing took a deep breath, "Mr. Song is joking, how do I know that?"

"That's right, it was me who was abrupt," Song Wenchuan threw away the cigarette that was about to burn out in his hand, and waved to Huo Zexi with a gentle smile, "I also hope that Miss Dai will never have a chance to know in her life."