Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 19 Differential Treatment

Zhou Manli embraced Song Jingwan, screaming at her heart and baby. When Yu Guang saw Huo Ningxi, who had just stepped out of the car, his eyes lit up and he became more enthusiastic.

"Ning Xi, did you send Wanwan back?"

Thinking about it this way, she completely forgot to hold Song Yaoyao accountable, why didn't she come back in a car with Song Jingwan.

I threw myself on Huo Ningxi's body and enthusiastically invited him to sit at home.

"Old Song! Come out quickly, Ning Xi is here! Where's Achuan? Come, let the young master go downstairs!"

"Auntie, don't need hemp..."

Huo Ningxi intentionally refused, but Zhou Manli was so enthusiastic. He saw Song's father Song Rui also come out to greet him, so he could only swallow the refusal.

"Ning Xi, thank you for sending me back." Song Jingwan walked to Huo Ningxi's side and walked side by side with him towards the house, thanking him.

Under the night sky, her delicate little face seemed to be dyed with stars, and the beauty was fresh and refined.

Seeing that Huo Ningxi couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, the impatience disappeared. "It's just on the way, there is nothing to thank you, let's go in."

"Hmm~" Song Jingwan smiled contentedly and followed Huo Ningxi obediently.

Before entering, Huo Ningxi suddenly remembered something and turned to take a look.

The courtyard of the villa was brightly lit, and the servants had already dragged Song Jingwan's luggage and surrounded them and left.

In the huge yard, only a petite and slender girl was left dragging her luggage. Under the night sky, she dragged her shadow long.

She lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, and inexplicably made Huo Ningxi feel a little lonely.

Song Jingwan noticed Huo Ningxi's distraction, followed his line of sight, and pressed her lips. Immediately stretched out his hand and gently pulled his sleeves, "Ning Xi, what are you looking at? Hurry in!"

Huo Ningxi returned to his senses and nodded, "Yes."

A group of people went to the living room and sat down. Compared with the coolness of late autumn outside, the room was obviously more comfortable and warm.

"Wanwan, are you tired on the road? Have fun? Mom accompanies you to sleep tonight. I can listen to you talk about interesting things on the road, OK?"

"Of course it's good!"

Zhou Manli pressed Song Jingwan on the sofa, but she was so busy, she told her servant to pour tea quickly, and she also asked people to bring Song Jingwan's favorite snacks and fruit.

Even Huo Ningxi enjoyed the enthusiasm of Song Rui and Zhou Manli.

But what about her? Huo Ningxi couldn't help thinking.

At this moment, footsteps came from the stairs, and soon a tall man walked down the spiral staircase.

When Song Jingwan saw this, her eyes lit up and she immediately stood up and yelled obediently, "Brother!"

Song Wenchuan made a faint ‘um’, glanced in the living room, his brows wrinkled visibly.

"Mom, where's Song Yao?"

Zhou Manli was feeding Song Jingwan fruit, and she rolled her eyes when she heard that, "How do I know? Isn't that dead girl always fascinated?"

Song Wenchuan didn't ask any more, and walked directly towards the door.

Seeing this, Song Jingwan clenched her fists with her hands on her side, and said with a smile on her face: "Brother, can you come over? I brought you a gift and I want to give it to you personally!"

She has a soft tone, with an insignificant flattery.

Song Wenchuan didn't even turn his head, his tone was cold, "Let it go, I will watch it later."

This attitude made Song Jingwan's eyes red suddenly, "But I want to give it to my brother myself..."

(End of this chapter)