After reading the mind of the villain, the God of Science cried and begged me to like him

Yu Ting's career took off immediately. Cheng Zhi congratulated her and started busy with his own career.

On July 7, the signboard of Cheng Group was hung outside an office building in Chaoyang District, Kyoto.

Cheng Zhi met with the mayor of Kyoto, and after negotiating with him, decided to develop a place on the outskirts of Kyoto for the 20 Winter Olympics in the near future.

After hearing the news, Huo Zhengqing also wanted a piece of the pie and offered to develop it together with Cheng.

Cheng Zhi declined.

Huo Zhengqing was originally so confident that he even set up a banquet to celebrate the success of the cooperation.

But he really didn't expect that one day he would be rejected, or by a young junior.

Huo Zhengqing couldn't lose face, so he turned down the banquet and returned home.

Just at this moment, Song Wanjun came over to deliver soup to him.

Huo Zhengqing knocked the soup to the ground with a slap: "Eat, eat, eat. I've been thinking about eating all day long, so don't bother me."

Song Wanjun's eyes darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Huo Zhengqing, why are you so crazy!"

Huo Zhengqing stood up and slapped her. Song Wanjun was slapped on the sofa and looked up at him with hatred and obsession in her eyes.

Huo Zhengqing straightened his tie, turned and left.

Seeing this scene, Song Yao quietly walked into Huo Zhengqing's bedroom with a glass of milk.

Huo Zhengqing was irritated when he suddenly saw Song Yao hesitating at the door. He frowned and said unhappily: "Yao Yao, what are you doing there?"

Song Yao was startled. He looked down at the steaming milk and bit his lip. After a moment, he seemed to have made a decision. He walked in and whispered: "Uncle Huo, I see you have been suffering from insomnia recently. I'd like to warm it up for you." I bought a glass of milk so you can sleep well."

Seeing Song Yao's obedient appearance, the displeasure in Huo Zhengqing's eyes dissipated a little. He picked up the milk and took a sip, then put down the cup because he didn't like the taste of milk.

He looked at Song Yao and noticed that the clothes she wore today were very thin and could not be seen through at a glance, but the half-covered scenery always made a man's blood rush.

Huo Zhengqing looked away uncomfortably and suddenly thought of something: "How old is Yaoyao this year?"

"Uncle Huo, I will be 17 after my birthday." Song Yao whispered.

Huo Zhengqing's eyes were profound.

It’s 17.It's time to start preparing for marriage.

Thinking of this, Huo Zhengqing was about to speak when he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Uncle Huo, what's wrong with you?" Song Yao went up to help Huo Zhengqing.

Huo Zhengqing was about to say it was okay, but then he smelled an unexplainable fragrance from Song Yao's body.

The fragrance was obviously sweet, but when Huo Zhengqing smelled it, he felt that the smell attracted all the senses in his body.

Even the pores are screaming unbridled.

Huo Zhengqing suddenly felt very hot and his consciousness began to blur.

He desperately wanted a pool of cold water to relieve himself from the irritation of the fire.

This man in his prime looked up and saw Song Yao. His eyes gradually darkened. He slowly reached out and stroked Song Yao's hair: "Yao Yao."

His voice was hoarse, and his unknown emotions spread rapidly like a virus.

Song Yao lowered his head: "Uncle Huo..."

The voice is gentle and sweet.

Huo Zhengqing no longer hesitated, grabbed Song Yao and locked the door of his room.

Song Yao's heart trembled when she heard the door was locked, and she slowly closed her eyes.

She confessed her love to Huo Yu a few days ago, but Huo Yu rejected her.

And she doesn't want to get married or become a tool.

At present, the only way to quickly get rid of her status as a tool person is to cling to Huo Yu's father, Huo Zhengqing, the uncle who raised her single-handedly.

Song Yao slowly laid his head on the quilt and looked out the window.

The mottled light entered, was blocked by the bed curtains, and finally became shattered.

I'm too sleepy to write so much now, good night