Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 917 kisses no longer hurt

Song Yaoya insisted on not sleeping, she always felt that it was not good for her to leave the guests and run back to the room to sleep. Especially, he was in the same room with Huo Yunque.

It may be that she is not open and upright, so she has a guilty conscience, for fear that others will look at her with some kind of ambiguous eyes.

However, in Huo Yunque's arms, it was really good to sleep.

Along with the breath on his body, what gave Song Yaoyao was a sense of security.

Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, her eyelashes curled like a fan quivered a few times, as if she wanted to struggle. But in the end, he couldn't escape Zhou Gong's call in his dream, and soon fell into a dark and sweet dream.

On the forehead, a kiss was gently dropped.

The familiar voice made Song Yaoyao extremely relieved. Penetrate the dream, low into the ear.

"Good boy."

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When he woke up, Huo Yunque was no longer around.

Song Yaoya rubbed his eyes, feeling a little dazed not knowing what Xi is today.

"Tuk tuk-"

"Slim, awake?"

It was Xia Lao's voice, and Song Yaoya nodded quickly, "Wake up, please come in."

She climbed to the bed and found the remote control to turn on the headlight in the room.

The bright light made Song Yaoyao uncomfortable and closed her eyes, her eyes astringent. She knocked on her head and looked at the woman who opened the door and walked in.

A tight dress with a white fringed shawl.

Amorous feelings.

Probably this term was tailor-made for Xia Lao.

Tang Xinrou might have the shadow of Xia Lao, but compared with Xia Lao, the **** goddess, she was still too immature.

Xia Lao was different. Every time she gestured, she smiled, and even her hair seemed to have endless temptation.

Passionate.

"Did you wake you up?" Xia Lao closed his shawl, and smiled sorry.

"No, I just woke up."

Song Yaoya hurriedly shook her head. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Xia Lao fixedly.

"Sister Xia Lao, what time is it?"

She didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt sore all over after she slept.

Speaking out, others think that she and Huo Yunque did something bad in the room.

But in fact, she really just slept with a quilt.

Xia Lao saw the blankness in her eyes and persuaded her with a low smile, "Don't worry, you have only had time to sleep for more than half an hour. Mu Jing is still tossing there, are you hungry?"

She was young, although after being with Huo Yunque, they became peers. If according to Huo Yunque's generation, she would still call Song Yaoyao to her sister-in-law.

But she was smaller than Tang Xinrou, Xia Lao's little niece, and she looked more like a porcelain doll, delicate and soft. When asked her to speak, she couldn't help but let her tone down.

"That's good, that's good."

Song Yaoya patted her cheek embarrassedly, "I was too sleepy just now, I didn't want to sleep, but I didn't know what happened, so I fell asleep without knowing it."

She blinked and explained in a low voice.

The two sat in the room and chatted for a while.

Xia Lao is a senior in the entertainment industry. Song Yaoyao chats with her and can learn a lot of knowledge that she didn't know before and benefit a lot.

but--

Song Yaoya always felt that Xia Lao came to her room to look for her, he was alone, not like he came to her to teach her experience.

This kind of topic can be talked anytime, and it is not very private.

She quietly listened to Xia Lao's words, and saw that there was a trace of melancholy between her eyebrows.

Song Yaoya suddenly said, "Sister Xia Lao, shall I give you a pulse?"

(End of this chapter)