Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The phone in his pocket vibrated and Huo Yunque pulled it out.

‘Gege, are you busy?’

His message inbox was clean, and the only conversation he had was with Song Yaoyao.

It was filled with messages from the girl which he barely replied to.

He looked at his watch to check the time in China. It was late. Was Song Yaoyao asleep?

When Song Yaoyao heard her phone ring, she immediately jumped up from her computer desk and rushed over to her bed.

She immediately pressed the answer button.

Her sweet voice traveled through the mouthpiece to Huo Yunque. “Gege~”

“Yes.”

Huo Yunque sat in his car which was surrounded by an entourage that protected him.

He lowered the window and icy snowflakes floated in.

He stretched out his hand to catch some, but as soon as they encountered his warmth, they immediately melted. He spread his palms and there was nothing left.

“How could you leave just like that?! You didn’t even tell me!” Song Yaoyao pouted as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Her voice was clearly sad and aggrieved. “Do you know how sad I was when I returned home and didn’t see you?~”

The man’s heart tightened and he nodded his head expressionlessly.

“Okay, I know I was wrong.”

Huo Qi had grown accustomed to this, but Huo Er was shocked.

What was wrong with the Master? Had he been possessed?!!

Just as he was about to turn his head, Huo Qi stopped him and pulled him back.

Huo Er stared at him. Why the hell did you pull me back?

Huo Qi smiled.

I just saved your life!

Not expecting the man to apologize so easily, Song Yaoyao shrunk back her neck and stuck out her tongue.

“I don’t blame you, actually. I know you went because of something important.” She blinked and asked quietly, “Gege, are you done there? When are you coming home?”

The girl’s voice was soft and sounded like it was coated in a layer of honey; sweet and sticky.

She was coquettish and gentle.

Huo Yunque curved his lips. “Yes, I’m done, but I won’t be back until two days later.”

“I see~”

Song Yaoyao lay on her bed. Her face pressed against the phone and she closed her eyes as though she could hypnotize herself into believing that the man was by her side.

“Gege,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

“Is it dark where you are?”

“Yes, it is.” It was nighttime in Y Country, and the European-styled architecture was lit up by the street lights. The vibe was very different from China. He curved his lips and suddenly asked, “Song Yaoyao, shouldn’t you explain why you’re not asleep?”

His voice sounded through the phone oppressively.

Song Yaoyao felt guilty and pouted her lips. “I can’t sleep!”

She humphed and her coquettish voice echoed through the car.

Huo Er’s curiosity almost exploded.

Was the Master dating???

“Song Yaoyao, are you a child?”

Huo Yunque removed his sunglasses and massaged between his brows.

They had rushed here as soon as they got off the plane, but no matter how tired he was, it disappeared at the sound of the girl’s voice.

“Yes!”

Song Yaoyao spoke confidently. “And I am yours!” she said before she added, “You were the one who said it!”

“Ahem…”

Huo Yunque was amused. “When did I say that?”

“I don’t care. All I know is you said it!” Song Yaoyao was shameless when it came to this.

Huo Er’s jaw almost dropped. Did the Master always have such a good temper?