Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“Ahem…”

Tang Xinrou rubbed her nose. She felt that she shouldn’t have come!

What was she worried about? Was she worried that she wouldn’t be tortured enough by these two?

“Um… Yaoyao, Mr. Huo, I’ll wait for you downstairs!”

As she said this, she turned around and ran out of the bedroom as if there was a wolf chasing after her.

Song Yaoyao blinked her eyes and looked at Huo Yunque innocently.

“There’s no one here now.”

“Oh? Ah!”

Before Song Yaoyao could react, she was lifted up into the air.

She quickly grabbed Huo Yunque’s shirt and shook her head. “No, no, no! They’ll see us!”

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and walked out.

“No one would dare to look.”

His voice was magnetic and husky, as if it was a given.

Song Yaoyao pouted and was speechless.

She tightened her face and leaned her head against his chest. Her dark and clear eyes looked left and right, afraid that she would meet someone on the way.

Fortunately, she arrived safely at the restaurant. On the way, she actually did not meet any servants.

Even when she woke up every day, she could see that Uncle Zhang, who was guarding downstairs, had disappeared without a trace.

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment. She touched her burning face and muttered, “Something’s wrong…”

Why was the house so quiet today.

A faint smile flashed across the man’s eyes. He placed Song Yaoyao into the chair and said calmly, “Let’s eat.”

He placed the prepared soup in front of her. “Drink a few mouthfuls first to warm your stomach.”

“Got it!”

Song Yaoyao glared at him. Her waist was extremely sore. She sat in the chair as if she did not have any bones in her body and kept falling down.

A large palm silently pressed against her lower back. The palm was hot, and it massaged her gently, just enough to relieve the pain.

The girl silently exhaled. As she drank the soup, she secretly peeked at Tang Xinrou.

She was afraid that she would be discovered.

“Rouoru, you eat too.”

“Oh, okay!”

Tang Xinrou and Song Yaoyao looked at each other. However, there was an intimidating presence beside her that was making Tang Xinrou look like a frightened quail. She shrunk her neck and didn’t dare to even breathe.

When she heard Song Yaoyao’s words, it was as if she had received an order.

She mechanically picked up her chopsticks and pulled something into her mouth.

She didn’t understand. She had only come to see if Song Yaoyao was alright. She hadn’t even thought of eating at the Huo Manor.

Why did it turn out like this?

In Tang Xinrou’s eyes, the man’s eating manners were elegant, and he was taking care of Song Yaoyao the entire time; the most tender meat would always be on Song Yaoyao’s plate.

There was clearly no intimate interaction, and there wasn’t even any eye contact throughout the entire process.

It was just one feeding and one eating.

However, Tang Xinrou felt like she was being pushed aside, like a lonely, unloved single dog, watching the happy life of others.

This feeling was so f*cking sad!

After a difficult meal, Huo Yunque personally sent Song Yaoyao back. After he left, Tang Xinrou finally let out a sigh of relief.

She looked at the door and leaned against Song Yaoyao’s side. “Yaoyao, Mr. Huo shouldn’t be coming back, right?”

Song Yaoyao curled up on the bed, holding a pen in her hand, and glanced at her.

“You want him to come back?”

“Bleh! I don’t want him at all!” Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes. She cupped her face and looked at Song Yaoyao’s delicate face, which seemed to have bloomed overnight. She sighed, “Do you think I’m you? I’m scared to death by a glance from Mr. Huo, let alone being in the same room. Just thinking about it is scary!”