Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

"Miss Song, you have an invitation letter."

Uncle Zhang handed the invitation to Song Yaoyao. The cover was black and gilded, low-key and luxurious.

He didn't know when it happened but Song Yaoyao seemed to have completely returned to normal at some point. That was when she remembered that her phone was lost, and she didn't know where it was. A few days ago, she was in low spirits, so she forgot to apply for a new SIM card.

Now, she had successfully applied for a new one.

She had told Huo Jiu to send her a message if he couldn't find anything. But if he did, there was no need to reply.

She opened the invitation and smiled suddenly.

Uncle Zhang saw that her smile didn't look happy, but it didn't look angry either.

"Miss Song, do you want to go? I'll get someone to prepare it for you."

Song Yaoyao looked at the attentive Uncle Zhang and realized that he had aged a lot overnight. "Uncle Zhang, do you want me to go?"

Uncle Zhang laughed. "You're always cooped up at home. It's good to go out for a walk occasionally. I think Miss Tang and the others should have received the invitation too. You won't be lonely If you go (perhaps)."

Song Yaoyao closed the invitation. "Then I'll go."

"Yes! I'll get someone to help you prepare!"

Uncle Zhang was overjoyed. He had hoped that Song Yaoyao would open up to the world again. He didn't want her to fall apart before Huo Yunque was found.

Song Yaoyao couldn't help but laugh when she saw how busy he was.

Things were going to get better.

She firmly believed this.

"Song Yaoyao."

A brand representative and her team arrived personally with some clothes. The representative, who was wearing a professional suit, professionally recommended some clothes for Song Yaoyao.

At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared and interrupted everything.

"You guy go out first."

Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes. Seeing Huo Ningxi chase everyone away as soon as he entered, she snorted. "Huo Ningxi, don't make me hit you."

She still remembered the grudge from last time. Although Huo Yunque had helped her vent her anger, it didn't mean that she had forgotten what happened that day.

What an interesting person. What was the point of regretting after he had already lost her?

Everyone was confused...

Logically speaking, Song Yaoyao was the client. However, Huo Ningxi was the young master of the Huo Family.

The two of them were at loggerheads. The brand representative and her team didn't know whether to leave or stay. They stood awkwardly on the spot, trying to reduce their presence so that they wouldn't be implicated.

Huo Ningxi pursed his lips and looked deeply into Song Yaoyap's eyes.

His back was hurting again. He suddenly asked, "Are you sure you want everyone here to hear my question?"

"Why do you think I want to hear it? I'm looking at dresses. Please leave now."

Song Yaoyao's tone was not polite at all, and her eyes became extremely cold.

Huo Ningxi slowly clenched his fists. "Where's my uncle?"

"He's on a business trip of course. Why?" Song Yaoyao did not even bat an eyelid, let alone get nervous. She curled her lips, and the light shone on her jade-like skin. It was the most delicate color, "What your uncle does is none of your business."

This was the truth, although it was unpleasant to hear.

The managers standing at the side all agreed on the inside. Indeed, compared to Mr. Huo, this young master was still far behind.

"Is that so?"

When Huo Ningxi heard this, he suddenly smiled mysteriously and turned to leave.

"You're going to the Zhongli Family's dinner party too, right? Let's go together."

Song Yaoyao ignored what he said and casually pointed at a dress.

The representative who delivered the dress immediately beamed and praised Song Yaoyao for her good taste. He kept saying all kinds of nice things, and the others followed suit.

Song Yaoyao lowered her head to look at the tea in the cup without any reaction.

Night soon arrived.

Song Yaoyao looked at herself in the mirror.

Compared to two years ago, her facial features had matured. She lost some of her innocence and became more charming. The young woman in the mirror looked like her, but not like her.

The makeup artist's eyes flashed with praise. "Miss Song is the most beautiful and unique person I have ever seen."

This praise was completely sincere. As a famous makeup artist in the country, she had put on makeup for many A-list celebrities. In the entertainment industry, that was where handsome men and beautiful women gathered. But there was no one like Song Yaoyao.

If one were to use internet slang to describe her, they would call her 'secute' (sexy and cute).

In the past, when she saw this word, she completely scoffed at it, thinking it was a random word created by illiterate people. How could two completely opposite temperaments appear on the same person at the same time?

But now, she believed it.

"It's very beautiful. Thank you."

Song Yaoyao stood up. She was wearing a long white dress with shiny diamonds inlaid on the straps. The fabric of the dress was also very special. It was hand-sewn with sequins. As she walked, it was as if the fabric came to life, and could breathe.

Her figure was curvaceous, and the long dress was slit all the way to her thighs. On her feet, she was wearing a pair of stilettos with thin ribbons.

Her long, snow-white legs appeared and disappeared between the skirt of the dress.

She was indeed very beautiful, completely different from her previous style.

Song Yaoyao suddenly smiled in the mirror. She picked up her phone and logged into WeChat. She then turned on her camera, found a good angle, and took a selfie of herself.

There was no need for editing. Just a simple photo was already sexy and alluring enough.

Yaoayo: "[picture] Gege, I'm going to attend a dinner party today. Do you think my dress looks good?"

Yaoyao: "I know if you were here, you would be jealous again."

Yaoyao: "If you can't bear to see me like this, come back soon. I'll wait for you."

Yaoyao: "You have to hurry up. There are many people chasing me. If you don't come back soon, I'll fall in love with someone else!"

The message sent out was like a stone sinking into the sea. There was no response.

Song Yaoyao put down her phone and blinked slightly.

The makeup artist standing at the side seemed to see tears rise in her beautiful eyes for a moment. But when she looked carefully, there was nothing.

"Miss Song, the car is waiting at the door. You should go."

The makeup artist draped a shawl over Song Yaoyao's body and tidied it up for her.

Beautiful but not vulgar.

What a feast for her eyes today.

Huo Ningxi stood beside the car. When the pretty and graceful figure appeared in front of him, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He reached out his hand. "Let me help you."

Unlike her usual attire, she seemed to have grown up overnight. She was sexy and had become a real woman.

Song Yaoyao avoided him and bent down to get into the car.

Uncle Zhang watched Huo Ningxi's solicitude in silence, his eyes darkening.

Uncle Zhang closed the door for song Yao and said with concern, "Miss Song, come home early and drink less alcohol. The driver will be waiting outside to take you home at any time. Be careful."

"I know." Song Yaoyao smiled. "Don't worry."

Huo Ningxi was locked out of the car. He smiled and looked at Uncle Zhang. "Uncle Zhang, I haven't gotten into the car yet."

Uncle Zhang instructed the driver to start the car. Then, he smiled and stood up. "Young Master, there's another car beside you. The Master isn't here, and Miss Song is your aunt. It's not appropriate for you to sit together."