Translator: Yunyi
Huo Yunque was really busy. Only when he was talking to Song Yaoyao did he relax and rest a little.
The girl was delicate and sensitive like she was made of honey and pollen, and it seemed like she needed someone to take care of her.
Huo Yi, Huo Er, and Huo Qi were worried every day that the Master would ruin his health by working too hard.
But these decisions could only be made by him.
So, the words that clung to Huo Yi and Huo Er's lips were, "When will the Master call Miss Song?"
"I think the Master should get some rest and have a chat with Miss Song."
Huo Qi rolled his eyes as the door opened from the inside. The man was dressed in a suit jacket and he narrowed his eyes as he analyzed them.
He asked slowly, "What are you talking about?"
"Ahem..." Huo Yi immediately gave Huo Qi a look.
Huo Qi chuckled and said loudly, "Sir! Huo Yi and Huo Er were saying that you should get some rest and call Miss Song!"
Rather than punishing them as they expected, the man furrowed his brows and asked, "What's the time?"
"3pm! It's nighttime in China. Miss Song must still be awake!" Huo You quickly replied.
"Okay..."
Huo Yunque nodded. The scheme against the Gordons had started and he only slept 2-3 hours a night. Worst of all, he was still injured.
He started walking down the corridor and returned to his room. Huo Qi quickly followed behind him.
The man's hand was long, slender, and failed. He held onto the door handle and he suddenly paused. Without turning around, he said, "The three of you will have three months of salary deducted."
Huo Yi and Huo Er knew they were wrong, so they reluctantly accepted.
But Huo Qi complained, "Sir! I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Since you won't accept it, I'll deduct another month."
"Master Huo!"
I'm innocent!
...
Whenever he opened his phone, Huo Yunque would see a lot of messages from the girl.
But today...
The man pursed his lips. He looked at the messages which had stopped this morning and his eyes darkened.
The truth was, Song Yaoyao had been really busy today. Tomorrow, she was meeting Yun Shuihan to discuss the selling of her copyright. She had also invited a representative from the Web publisher to negotiate handing over the copyright the next day.
After that, she was planning to send it to Director Kang, so he could provide some advice.
So, when her phone rang, Song Yaoyao was in the middle of finalizing her contract.
She got out of her seat and went to grab her phone from the bed. When she saw the familiar caller ID on her screen, Song Yaoyao did not answer I'm like she usually did.
This caller ID reminded her of the stupid thing she did last night.
If there was a memory-erasing medicine, she would pay any price for it.
She had embarrassed herself too much!
The phone rang for roughly one minute before it hung up.
"Ahhh!"
Song Yaoyao pounced onto her bed and buried her head into her quilt.
What was she to do? She really regretted it!
She missed her Gege...
The phone fell silent for three minutes before it rang again.
This time, Song Yaoyao quickly answered.
But when she saw the classy and handsome face in front of her, she bit her lip and couldn't say a word.
Normally, she spoke a lot, but today, she acted like a mute.
"What's wrong?"
"N-n-nothing..." Song Yaoyao quickly shook her head as she blushed.
Could she possibly tell him that her mind wandered off to adult thoughts when she saw his face?
Oh no, her mind was dirty!
The girl held onto her phone sincerely as she knelt on her bed and straightened her back like she was facing her ultimate nemesis.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Mrs. Huo Is A Crybaby [Book 2]
FantasíaDisclaimer: Neither the pictures and the content belong to me. They are uploaded here not for any purpose but for entertainment. Song Yaoyao had already died in her previous life. Her life ended on the day of her 19th birthday. Cause of death: hear...