Mrs. Huo Is A Crybaby [Book 2]

Chapter 215 - Son, Good Luck!

Translator: Yunyi

Shen Hongyang and his  wife immediately rushed in to check on the old man. All they saw was Elder Shen sleeping peacefully in the bed, his cheeks rosy and his breathing steady.

Song Yaoyao was dizzy. She quickly leaned against the wall, lowered herself, and crouched down to get some rest.

"Are you okay?"

The doctors took the old man for some examinations, and a group of people followed behind.

Shen Xun held onto her and checked whether she was okay.

"I'm fine."

No wonder her grandfather refused to do acupuncture in his later days. It was mentally exhausting. After two hours of complete concentration, Song Yaoyao's brain hurt whenever she tried to think of something.

She desperately needed some rest.

In the distance, Huo Yunque had just stepped out of the elevator. He spotted Elder Huo leaning against the wall smiling at him.

"How did it go?"

He raised an eyebrow and continued walking. "Where is she?"

Elder Huo pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

"There, isn't that her? She looks exhausted. It's heartbreaking to see her like this. Look, even the brat from the Shen Family has abandoned his grandfather to watch Song Yaoyao. Now that I mention it, the two of them look quite....   Hey, where are you going? I haven't finished!"

Elder Huo stretched his neck and watched as his son took big and hurried steps toward the girl. He was overjoyed.

"Are you still planning to act in front of me? Go ahead!"

In the end, Huo Yunque was nervous when he saw the young man next to the girl.

Elder Huo held his hands behind his back, went to ask a nurse which floor Elder Shen was on, and slowly made his way there.

The youngsters could deal with their own matters.

Son, good luck!

...

Huo Yunque had no idea how  elaborate Elder Huo's thought were. When he saw Song Yaoyao crouching against the wall with her face as pale as a paper, huddled up like a ball, his heart felt as though it was being stabbed by needles.

He pursed his lips as he heard Shen Xun ask, "Can you walk? I'll carry you to get some rest."

"Song Yaoyao."

He suddenly roared.

Shen Xun's back clearly stiffened for a moment. But he quickly relaxed as he stood up and greeted Huo Yunque like nothing happened.

"Hello."

Huo Yunque nodded slightly and strode over toward Song Yaoyao. Looking down on her, he said, "How long has it been since you put yourself in such a state. Do you want another injection?"

He knew what Song Yaoyao feared the most; these words were only meant to scare her so she wouldn't work so hard in the future.

Song Yaoyao's muscles tightened; she could still remember the feeling.

She pouted her lips, stretched out her arm, and said in a coquettish voice, "Gege, carry me~"

"Walk on your own."

Although he said this, he still bent over to carry her in his arms.

Song Yaoyao swung her legs and mumbled, "I'm tired and can't walk~"

Shen Xun shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped back. His eyes darkened slightly.

Huo Yunque clicked his tongue, "So you know how to be tired?"

Normally, this delicate girl would cry when she was a little sick or there was a bit of pain. Yet, her face was pale right now, and she was enduring it.

Song Yaoyao buried herself in Huo Yunque's arms, found a comfortable spot, and closed her eyes.

Waving her hand, she yelled, "Shen Xun, I'll be leaving with Gege. I'll come again tomorrow."

Huo Yunque paused you're coming back tomorrow?"

His aura was cold and so was his voice.

Song Yaoyao was a little frightened. "I have to..." she said softly.

As soon as she said this, it felt as though the air around her had frozen.

At that moment, Shen Xun bit his lip, watched as the man carried the girl away, and quickly chased after them, "Song Yaoyao, thank you!" he said.