Song Yaoyao kicked her feet, grumbled impatiently, and tried to turn and bury herself into the quilt.
Huo Yunque grabbed onto the slippery little loach just in time. Holding onto her foot, he slipped on a pair of socks. He then wrapped her firmly in his coat and pulled her into his arms. In his hand, he was still holding her small leather shoes.
“Boss.”
The crowd in the secretary’s office heard the movement and stood up at once.
This scene…
Errr…
“Boss, are you finishing work?”
They lowered their voices as they spoke cautiously, their gazes subconsciously sweeping across the boss’ arms as well as the shoes in his hands.
Who would have thought…
They clicked their tongues at this strange sight. When the cold-blooded and ruthless boss was gentle, no other man could compare!
Huo Manor.
Jiang Tao had been restless all night due to a foreboding feeling.
All of a sudden, she heard the sound of a car engine outside. In surprise, she stood up and looked out the window.
Uncle Zhang had already rushed out to greet the car.
“Sir, what’s wrong with Miss Song?”
Uncle Zhang was surprised when he saw the girl sleeping peacefully in the man’s arms. Huo Yunque’s coat happened to slip a little at that moment, revealing her rosy face. Stunned, he asked, “Does she have a fever?”
Fever?
Thinking about the girl’s abnormal behavior, Huo Yunque looked down and observed her reaction. “Call Liu Yu.”
“Yes, I’ll go right away!”
Uncle Zhang was quick on his feet, afraid that the girl would heat up more.
The moment he turned around, he almost ran into Jiang Tao.
“Jiang Tao, why are you standing here in a daze?” Uncle Zhang lowered his voice. Now that he was older, he had become a lot more lenient. If this was in the past, he would have already kicked Jiang Tao out for the tricks she played. “Miss Song is sick, tell the kitchen to cook her some congee to warm her stomach.”
“Yes…”
Jiang Tao’s gaze left Song Yaoyao unhappily and her discomfort grew.
Why did Song Yaoyao return with the Master? Did she snitch on her?
Did she discover that she was the person on the phone?
The calm and clever woman was suddenly thrown into a panic. After receiving her order, she turned and returned to the house.
Huo Yunque strode past, emanating with coldness.
The soothing candles on the cabinet flickered, casting a warm yellow light across the bedroom. The girl huddled up in the pink bed. As she slept, she breathed a lot harder than usual.
“Song Yaoyao, wake up.” Huo Yunque patted her cheek to wake her up. “Eat something first before you go back to sleep.”
Apart from the desserts in the afternoon, she hadn’t eaten anything proper.
“It’s nothing serious. I’ll give her an injection and she’ll be better after a good night’s rest.”
Liu Yu spoke casually as he put away his stethoscope and pulled out a vial from his medicine chest.
“Can’t she just take medicine?” Huo Yunque was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the girl, but his question was for Liu Yu.
“You’re not serious, right?”
Liu Yu found this amusing, as though he didn’t recognize the man in front of him. “Sir, an injection is the most effective; otherwise, she will have to suffer for a few more days.”
Song Yaoyao woke up in a daze. The first thing she heard was, injection!
“I’m not getting an injection!”
She immediately snapped wide awake and buried herself under the quilt, revealing just her dark eyes. She stared straight at the man with hostility.
Sigh…
Liu Yu was amused. “What? Are you afraid of injections at your age?” he deliberately teased.
But never did he expect that Song Yaoyao would act unconventionally and completely ignore his tactic.
With a nod of her head, she replied, “Yes, I’m scared.”
