Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Huo Yunque laughed softly. In the quiet night, it was like a thick wine. Just listening to his voice alone was enough to make one drunk.

He leaned to the side as he was being carried by Song Yaoyao. He tapped her gently on the forehead with his finger.

"Little vixen."

Song Yaoyao giggled. She hugged his waist, hung onto his body like a sloth, and followed him into the bathroom.

He bent down to drain the water while Song Yaoyao sat at the side and waited.

The warm yellow light from the bathroom shone on the man's body, dyeing his hair with a gentle tinge.

Song Yaoyao's eyes curved. "Gege, were you waiting for me to come back?"

Huo Yunque got up after draining the water and glanced at her. "Go take a shower."

He avoided answering her question.

After filling the water, he was about to leave the bathroom to let Song Yaoyao wash up when she suddenly grabbed his hand as he walked by. Her fingers playfully scratched his palm.

Huo Yunque's eyes darkened instantly. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his head. "Song Yaoyao, you better behave yourself."

Otherwise, he was not sure what he would do.

Song Yaoyao blinked innocently. She raised her head and kissed Huo Yunque's chin.

"Thank you for your hard work."

After saying this, she quickly pushed Huo Yunque out of the bathroom. With a bang, the door closed behind her.

Huo Yunque, who had been pushed out, stood there in silence for a few seconds. He held his forehead and laughed helplessly.

In the bathroom, Song Yaoyao smiled before she took off her clothes and entered the bathtub. The water temperature was just right, and the air was filled with the scent of calming essential oils. After staying in the operating room for so long, Song Yaoyao suddenly relaxed, and she immediately felt sleepy.

In the end, Huo Yunque, who could not wait for her to come out, went in and carried her out.

It was almost noon before Song Yaoyao woke up the next day. By this time, Huo Yunque had already gone to the office.

She took her phone and saw that Huo Yunque had left her a message in the morning.

[If you need manpower, just tell Huo Jiu. Do whatever you want. I'll be there for you.]

"Pfff..."

Song Yaoyao thought of something and rolled around in bed with a smile.

[Gege is so domineering, I love it!] She typed out this sentence word by word with a smile and clicked send.

What was with this domineering CEO vibe? Song Yaoyao thought happily.

She looked at her pajamas. Last night, she only remembered that she was taking a bath, but she forgot everything after that. She thought about how the man who had waited for her in the middle of the night still had to drag her out of the bathtub, dry her body, change her clothes, and finally tuck her into bed.

Song Yaoyao had a good night's sleep and made up for all her tiredness. Huo Yunque, on the other hand, must have been exhausted.

Song Yaoyao's heart ached at the thought.

She got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to make tonic soup.

She decided to visit him at work!

Of course, Uncle Zhang readily agreed to her decision and happily ordered people to help prepare.

If there was anyone else in the Huo Family who wanted Huo Yunque and Song Yaoyao to get along better, it would be Uncle Zhang.

Among the Huo-Song shippers, Uncle Zhang was a well-deserved diehard fan! The kind that could be considered a leader!

...

"Miss Song! Why are you here?"

Huo Qi yawned as he carried his cup out of the office. When he saw Song Yaoyao, his eyes lit up and his sleepiness immediately flew away.

"I'm here to bring Gege a heart-warming lunch!" Song Yaoyao smiled as she lifted the lunch box in her hand.

Huo Qi was envious.

He nodded. "The Master is inside. Miss Song, please go in."

"Okay." Song Yaoyao nodded. After taking a few steps, she suddenly remembered Huo Qi's tired look and asked, "Oh right, have you eaten lunch?"

Hearing this, Huo Qi said bitterly, "No! The Master is like a mach— N-no, not yet."

Thinking of Song Yaoyao's protection over Huo Yunque, Huo Qi immediately shut up. To say bad things about him in front of his number one fan, was he tired of living?

He still remembered that this was the person who could throw him over the shoulder.

He must not be deceived by her soft and cute appearance!

Song Yaoyao shrugged and added, "A machine?" Her eyes smiled like crescent moons. "That's a fitting description. I will advise Gege not to work so hard."

"Huh? Wh-what!" Huo Qi held the cup and screamed, "Miss Song, no!"

Song Yaoyao scanned her fingerprint and waved without looking back.

"There's a lot of food in the kitchen today. I asked Huo Si to bring some for you."

Huo Qi's bitter expression disappeared in a second and he became elated.

...

The office door opened silently and Song Yaoyao looked at Huo Yunque with a smile. "Gege—" her words were stuck in her throat as soon as she started speaking.

"Ah!"

A woman was frightened as she hurriedly pulled up her clothes and looked at Song Yaoyao with a red face. Her eyes were filled with lust as she called Huo Yunque timidly, "M-Mr. Huo, who is this? How could she... how could she come in without knocking?"

She did not even consider that the president's office would be so easy to enter. Let alone have someone enter without knocking. Who could this be?

"When did you wake up? Why are you here?"

Huo Yunque was not in the least bit flustered from being caught. On the contrary, there was a faint smile on his lips as he waved at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao's face was cold as she slammed the door with a bang. She carried the lunch box and walked over aggressively.

The woman's words would be ignored. Her expression was stiff as she stood awkwardly to the side, looking displeased.

"If I didn't come, would she be sitting in your arms?!" Song Yaoyao glared angrily at the disheveled woman beside her.

The woman was frightened by her fierce gaze and her body stiffened as she clutched her coat.

Huo Yunque's smile deepened. "Are you jealous?"

Song Yaoyao snorted. "No! Stop changing the subject!" She slammed the box onto the desk. "Explain to me clearly what's going on with this woman!"

Although she said she wasn't jealous, the flames in her eyes were about to burst.

The woman was afraid of Song Yaoyao's arrogance, but she suppressed her fear and coquettishly said, "Mr. Huo, who is this?"

Snap

Song Yaoyao was picking up the chopsticks for Huo Yunque when she heard this. She expressionlessly broke the chopsticks in half with one hand.

The chopsticks broke into four pieces. Song Yaoyao calmly threw the broken chopsticks into the trash can and looked at the woman with a faint smile, "Please straighten your tongue before you speak. Otherwise, I don't mind pulling it out for you!"

"You, you, you..." the woman gulped. She did not believe that Song Yaoyao would really dare to do that. She cried out in a trembling voice, "Mr. Huo, look how violent she is! She wants to pull out my tongue!"

"Huh? Is that so?"

Huo Yunque's expression did not change as he looked away from the trash can. "But in my eyes, she's cute no matter what she does."