Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

After Huo Zhi and Song Qing left, Mr. Huo raised his delicate eyebrows and said astonishingly, "She climbed the bed?"

Huo Yirong's eyes widened: "How is it possible!"

The corners of his lips twitched, as if you were joking.

Mr. Huo looked puzzled: "then why did she come out of your room in the morning?"

Recalling the memory of last night, Huo Yirong's expression was indescribably awkward. This was the real side that he didn't have in front of other people.

After a long while, Huo Erye said ruthlessly: "I was drunk by the Fu family last night. She took care of me."

Don't say that Mr. Huo doesn't believe it, nor does Qin Ruan who is listening.

The third master sneered: "she takes care of you for one night, and you want to kill yourself?"

Knowing that the third brother had misunderstood, Huo Yirong lowered his eyes and reached out to hold the little face of Huo Yao who was closest to him.

He sneered and sneered: "Song Qing is from the Song family, she is twenty-six this year, she is not the secret guard that the Huo family has cultivated since childhood, she should leave at the age of twenty-five.

After all, he was born in a small family. If you leave the Huo family, you will be called Miss Song. I politely told her to let her go. Third brother, do you know how she responded? "

It was almost clear that it was an oolong, and the third master looked a lot better: "what did she say?"

Huo Yirong Junya's face showed a cold smile: "That woman actually said that she would stay with the Huo family for the rest of her life!"

The third master raised his eyebrows: "the original words?"

He couldn't believe it was the cause.

Huo Erye thought to himself, it is not the original words of course, but the underlying meaning is similar.

What made him angry the most was that Song Qing's words went against him.

He didn't want to talk more about the inside story, ravaged Huo Yao's little face, and remained silent.

Song Qing was born in the Song family, and the Song family belonged to a small family in the capital, and was considered a bit of a position at the edge of the circle.

There are many small families like the Song family who are attached to the Huo family. In order to express their loyalty to the Huo family, they will dedicate their children to the Huo family.

If the people sent are elites, the Huo family will cultivate them carefully and provide convenient ways.

A person with good skills like Song Qing was assigned to the Dark Guard Department.

These people are arranged in various fields of the Huo family, and at a certain time, the Huo family will let them free.

Even if they leave the Huo family, they still work faithfully for the Huo family.

Huo Sanye touched a small hand beside his leg. He lowered his eyes and met Huo Anqi's dark and bright eyes.

The little guy made a milky nasal sound, and brought the weapon that he had been fiddling with for a long time to the third master.

The third master took over the weapon, feeling a little overwhelmed.

It stands to reason that a child who has just been born for one month cannot hold such a weight.

The third master, who was a father for the first time, seemed to know nothing about it.

He stared at his younger son softly: "Don't play anymore?"

Huo Anqi stared at his father eagerly, and the little fat hand stretched out and pointed to the magazine on the table.

"An Qi, don't touch that one, it will be dangerous."

Qin Ruan came out and picked Huo Anqi up from the sofa.

She said that it was dangerous, but she took the weapon handed by the younger son from the third master.

Holding Huo Anqi in one hand and a weapon in the other, she came to the table and loaded the magazine in front of the child.

Huo Yao, who was sitting on the sofa, was attracted by this scene.

He leaned forward and stared at his mother and brother with big, rolling eyes.

After Qin Ruan restored the weapon in his hand to its proper danger, he raised Huo Anqi's small chin.

She lightly opened her lips, and her voice showed no emotional fluctuations: "An Qi, this is a gun, and it is a very dangerous thing. Mom will show you a demonstration, just have a look. You will touch it when you grow up, so don't usually do it yourself. play, do you know?"

Huo Anqi's eyes were still staring at the dark weapon in his mother's hands.

He seemed really curious about this thing.

The room fell silent, and after a while, Huo Anqi's dark eyes met Qin Ruan's calm face.

His expressionless face showed a touch of admiration and nodded lightly.

Qin Ruan's beautiful lips curled up in satisfaction, and the crisp sound of loading rang out in the quiet hall.

The fair and small hand with inexplicable power held the gun body, and the fingertips lightly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Gunfire roared, and gunshots rang out.

Qin Ruan hit Huo Yirong and pressed Song Qing and plunged into the water lily jar.

The water lily was destroyed by the tank, and the water rushed to the carpet, quickly soaking the precious carpet.

When Huo Yirong saw this scene, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but Qin Ruan's hand always felt like a demonstration.

Did his siblings have any opinion on him?

The corners of Qin Ruan's lips twitched, and she met Huo Yirong's inquiring gaze, her delicate face the size of a slap showing a faint smile.

She said meaningfully: "Brother Rong, believe me, you will thank me in the future."

Huo Yirong looked unspeakable and didn't think that would be the case.

This is Qin Ruan, who, if he was someone next to him, had long ago been asked to throw the person who used a weapon in front of him into the beast food bowl in the north courtyard as a Chinese meal.

Third Master Huo, who knew his second brother's temperament, let out a low cough: "cough!"

The moment the cough sounded, Huo Yirong's body trembled, and a smile appeared on his face.

He narrowed his eyes without a smile, and looked at Qin Ruan gently: "Where is the younger brother and sister, it's just a broken tank. If it breaks, it will break."

Huo Erye turned back and looked at Huo Qiang with a heavy gaze: "Old Qiang, let someone clean it up."

There is no emotion in the tone, the tone is low and dangerous.

Qin Ruan's index finger was still on the trigger, she rotated the weapon in her hand, and looked at Huo Yirong's unhappy face, the smile on her face was indescribably weird.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi were already shocked by this scene, and their eyes widened.

They don't understand very well, it's just a piece of iron, how can it have such great power.

The two little guys looked at each other, and the bottom of their eyes, which were not childish, showed a shock and an earth-dog-like look.

Qin Ruan removed the magazine neatly and returned the weapon to his younger son again.

He warned again: "Remember to promise mother's words."

Huo Anqi held the gun in his small hand and nodded vigorously.

The third master waved to Qin Ruan: "Ruan Ruan, come here."

The obedient and obedient Qin Ruan walked up to the man and put his hand in his big palm.

The third master pulled gently, and the man was pulled to sit beside him.

The two sat next to each other, and the third master embraced his wife's shoulders, half hugging her in his arms.

He leaned closer to Qin Ruan's ear and whispered, "Don't spoil them too much."

It was about following Huo Anqi just now and showing him a hand.

Children have to look like children. If they are not curious, they must demonstrate it to them.

He was better and smarter than other children, and if he continued to spoil him, he would not be able to discipline him when he got older.

The third master is worried about Qin Ruan taking two children in the future.

After all, it is their own child, so Huo Yao and Huo Anqi are not worried when they see it.

If he is gone in the future, Qin Ruan doesn't know how much he will worry about them.

Qin Ruan's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't agree more.

She retorted: "How can I spoil them, I am clearly warning."