The Baby is Charming, the President Circles the Love

Huo Ziyue also raised her eyes in surprise and asked Pu Minhui: "Have you told Xiaoying?"

Park Minhui nodded lightly and said "Yeah".

During the conversation between them, Huo Junyao was still a little distracted, "Why do you have photos of Xiaoying?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his long arm and grabbed the photo album from Pu Minhui's hand one step ahead of Huo Ziyue.

I flipped through it casually and visually determined that this photo album was at least 20 years old.

It contains almost all personal photos, and the protagonist is a certain elf-like little girl.

His eyes were fixed on the little baby in the photo for a moment, and Huo Junyao couldn't help but think of the scene of the boy changing the little devil's diaper with a look of disgust on his face...

But now, they tell themselves, the little devil is Xiaoying?

If it's Xiaoying, isn't she eight years younger than him?

So, five years ago, she was only seventeen?

oh--

He actually treated an underage girl...

The man was completely messed up by the wind.

When he was in a daze, the photo album in his hand was snatched away.

He raised his eyes and saw that his aunt was already sitting on the sofa opposite, flipping through the photo album and saying happily: "Ah, Xiaoying was a beauty when she was a child, she looks really good!"

"That's right. Look at those eyes. They are sparkling. Not to mention how beautiful they are."

Park Minhui also smiled and agreed.

"Yeah, Xiaoying's daughter will also be very beautiful in the future."

Huo Ziyue said meaningfully.

Of course Nini is beautiful, but it seems that Nini looks more like daddy.

Fortunately, her Ayao didn't look through the photos of his own childhood. Otherwise, how could he not suspect that Nini was his daughter?

"If my daughter is not beautiful, who is?"

Upon hearing his aunt's praise of Xiaoying's daughter, a certain man couldn't help but add narcissistically.

Unexpectedly, Huo Ziyue did not give him face, "I am praising Xiaoying's daughter, not you."

"Xiaoying's daughter is not mine, who else could it be?"

Huo Junyao raised his eyebrows and asked, his tone obviously unhappy.

"Hahaha, that's not necessarily true. If you feel sorry for Xiaoying, she might be chased away by others."

"Aunt, whose aunt are you?"

Is there any aunt who curses her nephew like this?

Huo Junyao's delicate and handsome face suddenly darkened.

"Hahaha, I'm not going to help you with the marriage."

Huo Ziyue likes to see him deflated the most. Every time she sees him choked by herself and becomes speechless, she feels a special sense of accomplishment.

No way, who made this nephew be too strict at work and often exploit her surplus labor force?

Hehehe, she was not merciless at all when it was time to take revenge.

"Some jokes shouldn't be made!"

Although he knew that his aunt had no ill intentions, in Huo Junyao's view, there was no doubt about his feelings for Song Qianying and he did not allow others to make irresponsible remarks.

He is such a paranoid person, as long as he is sure of his mind, he will not let go even until death!

"Okay, okay, manly man, don't be too stingy. Just don't say anything from now on."

Huo Ziyue knew how to keep her mouth shut. Of course, she didn't forget to give him the photo album, "Let me show it to you!"

At this time, Song Qianying came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of washed grapes.

Huo Junyao waved to her, "Come here and see if this little beauty is you."

"Huh? What did it come from?"

Song Qianying was stunned for a moment, and then saw him pointing at the photo album, and then she realized what he was doing.

Quickly placing the plate on the coffee table, she naturally sat next to Huo Junyao.

The couple flipped through the photo album together.

When she was a baby, she was as cute as a little angel. In almost every shot, she was so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes away.

Song Qianying sighed secretly, deeply feeling that her daughter was more beautiful.

But Huo Junyao was amazed, his eyes glowed softly when he looked at the photo.

Huo Ziyue remembered that when he was a child, he hated Lingling. She was afraid that the world would be in chaos. She immediately added jealousy and said: "Ayao used to hate children, especially Xiaoying. Every time I carried Xiaoying back to the villa, he couldn't wait to see her. Blow her out!"

"Auntie, is this true?"

Unexpectedly, there was such a thing. Song Qianying couldn't help but give Huo Junyao a look that was preparing to settle accounts after the fall.

"Of course, he-"

Huo Ziyue was about to add insult to injury when Huo Junyao immediately interrupted her, "Don't listen to aunt's nonsense. I don't even have time to like you, so how can I dislike you? When you were a child, everyone loved you!"

The man had no moral integrity and denied it completely. In the end, just to express his love for Lingling, he even took out a photo of a little girl sitting in the haystack and playing, handed it to Song Qianying, and said to her proudly, "This is still I took the picture for you."

"Really? How old were you at that time, and you were so good at taking pictures?"

Judging from the factors such as focus, exposure, and composition, the technical level of the person taking the photo should be high, and it does not look like it was taken by a child.

Therefore, Song Qianying clearly expressed disbelief.

"Thank you for the compliment, but it was really your husband and I who took the photo."

Facing her suspicion, the man couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

One of the most frustrating things in life is when the woman you love doesn't trust your abilities.

"Haha, let me testify that it was indeed taken by him. Ah Yao won the photography award at the age of eight. Your picture seems to be his winning work when he was ten years old. At that time, he saw that you were beautiful, so he took it."

The one who spoke out was Park Min Hye.

As she spoke, she took out the photo and turned it to the back, "Here, here are the notes."

Song Qianying took a look and saw that the year and the name of the photographer were indeed written there.

"You should believe that I didn't lie to you now, right?"

The man curled his lips and said proudly.

"childish!"

Song Qianying was amused by his seriousness and glared at him.

Huo Junyao originally wanted to raise his hand to hit her on the head, but when he touched her curved eyebrows, he suddenly felt reluctant, so he rubbed it gently instead.

When the two returned home, Song Qianying took her clothes and took a shower.

After a while, Cheng Xiu came over.

He handed the phone to Huo Junyao and reported respectfully, "Mr. Huo, Madam's phone has been repaired."

Huo Junyao took the phone and swiped it around a few times, then asked with a cold face: "Have you found out?"

"There is nothing wrong with the phone itself, but the signal was interfered by hackers. We traced the IP source to country T, but the clues were inexplicably cut off."

"Keep checking!"

"yes!"

"Go back and rest, thank you for your hard work!"

"No. Good night, Mr. Huo, my subordinates will resign!"

"Um!"

After Cheng Xiu left, Huo Junyao sat on the sofa and absently played with Song Qianying's mobile phone.

The word "T Country" flashed through my mind.

Except for the last time Song Qianying was kidnapped to YW Island in Country T, the Huo family has no intersection with Country T. How could someone from Country T try to interfere with them?

What is the other party’s purpose?

He squinted his eyes, and a deep thought flashed through his dark pupils.

Just as he was lost in thought, Song Qianying took a shower and walked out of the bedroom.

Seeing that the man's brows were furrowed, as if he had an unexplainable thought, Song Qianying bit her lip and walked lightly to sit next to him.

"What's the matter?"

She put her hand on his arm, her eyes filled with concern.

"fine."

Huo Junyao finally regained his composure and smiled at her, "Are you washed?"

"Hate it, when did I stop being able to clean it?"

Song Qianying raised her fist and hit him, but he caught her and kissed her in the palm of her hand.

While kissing her, she said in a hoarse voice: "You won't be able to get clean without me washing you!"

"Ha, how shameless!"

"What do you want face for? I just want you!"

When men talk about love, they are very skillful.

He immediately put her on his lap, put his chin on her shoulder and smelled, "Well, it smells so good, I really want to eat it!"

"Don't be so immoral all the time!"

Song Qianying was so amused by his straightforward words that her ears turned red. His words were also soft and soft, so soft that they could overflow with water.

"How can I be serious about you?"

The man was aroused by her voice.

Almost in an instant, his tall body pressed her down on the sofa.

Their eyes met, and their hearts beat wildly.

Huo Junyao engraved her beautiful face deeply in his heart, couldn't help but stretched out his hand to smooth her eyebrows, and sighed in a low voice: "Baby, why are you so small?"

-End of this chapter-