Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 87 is born to be likable

"I'm here."

Uncle Zhang smiled and nodded, "Suddenly it cleared in the afternoon. At this point, Mr. should be resting in the backyard."

"Then I will go and check it out? Okay~~" Song Yaoyao blinked with bright apricot eyes, acting like a baby.

The old man’s heart is about to melt. Uncle Zhang thought of Huo Yunque’s spoiling her and nodded, “Naturally, I can ask someone to take you there. The land is too big, I’m afraid you can’t find it.”

"Thank you Uncle Zhang~"

Song Yaoya rubbed his hands, thinking that he was about to meet someone who missed the day, and he was almost overwhelmed with joy.

"Uncle Zhang."

Jiang Tao frowned and said in disapproval, "Mr. doesn't like being disturbed when he is resting."

Song Yaoyao paused, and his eyes fell on the woman.

She was still dressed neatly and neatly, with a beautiful appearance and a bumpy figure, but it was a pity that Song Yao didn't like it.

She dropped her schoolbag at Jiang Tao and tilted her head, "Sister Jiang Tao said this is really interesting. You just said this morning that your brother doesn't like breakfast, but what happened?"

Hasn't Huo Yunque come to accompany her for breakfast?

Song Yaoya curled her eyes and smiled sweetly. "It can be seen that your brother's likes and dislikes are separated! Like me—" She pointed her back, narcissistically raising her chin, "My brother just I like it very much!"

"Cough..." Uncle Zhang looked at her smug little look and couldn't help but laugh.

Huo Ningxi rolled his eyes and walked inward without stopping, coldly leaving the four words, "It's really thick-skinned."

The evaluation is pertinent.

Jiang Tao agreed.

"Please help me bring the schoolbag in. I'm going to find my brother, bye~"

Song Yaoya shook her little hand without looking back, "Uncle Zhang~~"

Uncle Zhang knew, "Come here, take Miss Song to see her husband."

Jiang Tao watched Song Yaoya leave with a brisk pace, an arrogant and proud atmosphere filled his body.

She turned black with hate, and asked inexplicably, "Uncle Zhang, did you let her go like this? What if Mr. becomes angry?"

Patriarchs rarely get angry, most of them are calm and calm, and don't take anything in their hearts. But once he gets angry, the consequences are not something anyone can bear.

Of course, more of it comes from her inner unwillingness.

Uncle Zhang with his hands behind his back, glanced at Jiang Tao without a smile, and a trace of shrewdness crossed his eyes.

"Jian Tao, in the Huo's family, it doesn't matter whether you have a brain or not. The important thing is your vision." He asked her meaningfully: "And Miss Song's position in her husband's heart is the same as others?"

The little girl looks pretty, like the morning sun, always vivid and full of vigor.

He speaks nicely and smartly, and the most important thing is that the husband likes it, which is more important than anything else.

"This person, you have to recognize your own position. Anyone who is equal is a lie to the children." Uncle Zhang raised his foot and walked in, the seemingly gentle tone of coldness that can not be ignored. "Some people are born to be likable, just to be a master. But some people are like you and me, slaves, how can they have so much thoughts, serve the master, and the master is happy, and we will be happy too. Isn't it?"

He babbled and walked like an old man.

But the entire Huo family is under his control. He is the son of the old housekeeper of the previous generation and has dedicated his life to the Huo family. He waited for the master of the Huo family to grow up, and managed the Huo family like an iron bucket when the master was away.

(End of this chapter)