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Chapter 895 My Whole World
Yu Sitian hurriedly tugged at his sleeve. “No, she...”
“What are you trying to say?” Li Sinian frowned, already feeling impatient. If it weren’t for the fact that he liked his new girlfriend, he would have lost his temper already.
“Alright, that’s it for tonight. It’s getting late, you should go back first. I’ll come and visit you another day. Remember what I said! You must build a good relationship with Miss Song!” Yu Sitian stood rooted to the ground, watching Li Sinian leave without her.
Her face was burning with pain.
Suddenly, Li Sinian turned his head. A smile, gentle and affectionate, appeared on his handsome face.
Yu Sitian was delighted. Just as she ran over, she heard Li Sinian say, “Oh right, if there’s a chance, as around and help me find out what Miss Song likes. Alright, I’m leaving, you should go back as well.”
Li Sinian waved his hand casually and got into his sports car. Very quickly, he left.
Yu Sitian’s smile froze on her face. She looked in the direction that Li Sinian had left and could not come back to her senses for some time.
Just how powerful was Song Yaoyao? Why did Li Sinian sound like he wanted to please her but he didn’t know how?
Thinking of Li Sinian’s instructions, Yu Sitian’s expression grew uncomfortable.
She did not dare to let Li Sinian know that she and Song Yaoyao were roommates, nor that she had thrown Song Yaoyao’s gift into the trash can.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Master Huo, everything is ready.”
Huo Yunque nodded. He turned around and looked behind him.
Every time he left the house, Uncle Zhang would personally send him off with worry in his eyes. New chapters are published on NoᴠelFɪre.net
But the person he wanted to see was not there.
Huo Qi and the others waited quietly.
After a while, Huo Yunque returned his head to the front calmly.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait!”
“Miss Song?”
“Why is Miss Song back?”
The car rushed into the courtyard and stopped right outside the door. The young girl who was still wearing her pajamas had a pale face. She rushed out of the car and threw herself into Huo Yunque’s arms.
Fortunately, he had not left yet.
“What’s wrong?”
Huo Yunque frowned. He put the back of his hand on her cheek and felt it. It was cold to the touch.
“Are you sick? Call Liu Yu over.”
With that, he bent down and carried Song Yaoyao in his arms. Then, he turned around and strode upstairs.
Huo Qi was slightly startled. “Master, the plane
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“Postpone it.”
Song Yaoyao still could not come back to her senses until she came into contact with the soft bed.
She tugged at Huo Yunque’s sleeve and was in a daze.
“Did you suffer in school? Don’t scare me.”
Her hair was gently caressed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSong Yaoyao’s heart, which had been on the verge of breaking down, suddenly fell down at this moment. Tears instantly gushed out. She sniffed and suddenly threw herself into Huo Yunque’s arms.
“Thank god you didn’t leave. I-I thought it was too late.”
The young girl sobbed in his arms, her voice could not help but tremble.
Huo Yunque sighed softly, his palm gently pressing against her back.
“I’m not leaving.”
“Really?”
Song Yaoyao raised her little face, her eyes red, afraid that he was lying. Her little hand was still tightly clutching the corner of his shirt. “You can’t lie to me. You’re not allowed to leave. You’re definitely not allowed to leave tonight!”
“Okay, I’m not leaving.”
Huo Yunque held her in his arms, gentle as if he was embracing his whole world.
Outside the door, Huo Qi’s raised hand came down again. “How is it?”
Huo Yunque sat by the bed. Song Yaoyao refused to let go of the corner of his shirt, her face as pale as a sheet.
He frowned, his expression gloomy.
“Miss Song is in good health, Master. You are worrying too much.” Liu Yu put away his stethoscope and complained speechlessly.
How could such a smart person lose his rationality when he met Miss Song?
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