Chapter 572 I Wish Our Little Princess Peace and Joy

Huo Tian snorted and quietly approached Dai Shiqing's ear.

"Sister Qingqing, don't worry, I will help you, then..."

The two sisters looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

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Time passed quickly, even if Song Yaoyao was reluctant to part, Song Wenchuan had to leave.

His eyes were flushed red, and there were red streaks in his eyeballs.

"gone."

He waved his hand and said goodbye to Song Yaoyao.

The starlight in Song Yaoyao's eyes dimmed a little bit, and he was reluctant to pull the corner of his shirt, "Brother, will you come again?"

Song Wenchuan let out a low laugh and was silent for a moment.

In his silence, Song Yaoyao lowered his eyes a little. The smell is shriveled, like a frosted eggplant.

Seeing this, Song Wenchuan smiled helplessly, pinched her fleshy little face, and laughed hoarsely, "Why are you crying? Don't believe my brother? Even God can't stop me from seeing my sister. Come on, give brother a smile. ."

When he met his dark eyes, there were emotions that Song Yaoyao couldn't understand.

But as long as he saw his eyes, Song Yaoyao felt extra relieved——

She nodded heavily, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Then...you have to remember."

"Pull the hook?"

"Pull the hook." Song Yaoyao hooked Song Wenchuan's little finger, and suddenly muttered, "Brother, happy new year."

Song Wenchuan was stunned for a long time, then smiled lightly.

"Happy New Year, I wish our little princess good health, peace and joy—"

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Song Yaoyao was lying on the balcony, watching the black car gradually disappear into the darkness.

A scalding hot patch suddenly affixed to the back, and the icy air was dissipated along with it.

Song Yaoyao couldn't help digging into the arms behind her, looking up at the large fireworks above her head.

Huo Zexi and several boys were setting off fireworks in the yard, and they didn't know where to buy the gadgets.

"Happy New Year."

The man's lazy voice came from the top of his head, a very nice tone, like some kind of mellow wine.

"Happy New Year~"

Before I knew it, it was New Year's Eve, and Song Yaoyao was still in a trance.

She leaned in Huo Yunque's arms and looked down, and suddenly saw a little fire.

Huo Ningxi, who was smoking, seemed to feel something, raised her head abruptly, and across the endless darkness, she accurately captured those glass-like clear eyes.

With a pause, he almost reflexively wanted to hide the cigarette.

But halfway through hiding, he suddenly stopped—

Whether he is good or bad, the other party doesn't care. What if she sees it? Afraid of causing her disgust?

Huo Ningxi sneered, looked at the half-lit cigarette, took it to his mouth and took a deep breath.

whatever-

Song Yaoyao's curled eyelashes trembled lightly, "Brother, Huo Ningxi can smoke, he has changed a lot."

It seems that overnight, from a naive big boy who likes to hurt people with bad words, he grows into a mature man.

He was taller and stronger.

As soon as the voice fell, his body was pulled over.

With her waist against the cold railing, Song Yaoyao slowly raised her head, and a very familiar face came into her eyes.

The man's face is clear and handsome, and his outline is three-dimensional yet sharp. His romantic and freehand Danfeng eyes are long and narrow, the ends of the eyes arc upward, and his eyebrows are raised slightly. In the dark eyes, the whites of the eyes were slightly blue.

Song Yaoyao's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Hearing the man's hoarse voice dyed with laughter, "Song Yaoyao, are you caring about too many men tonight?"

Plop, plop...

The delicate and flawless face was getting closer and closer, and the tip of her nose was almost against hers, trapping her in a narrow space...