Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Huo Tingrui was carrying a paper bag in his hand, and when he saw his sister, he put it behind him, blocking his vision, "Ah, I'm not going out, just going for a walk in the community."

Hearing this, Huo Yao showed a suspicious look on his delicate face, his gaze swept over his hands behind his back, and then he said, "Oh, then you can go around."

After speaking, she stood aside and took the initiative to make way for him. She looked so considerate and well-behaved.

Huo Tingrui stood in place, neither walking nor going, after all, he didn't want to go out for a walk.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Huo Yao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look at him, "Second brother?"

"Suddenly, I don't want to take a walk anymore." Huo Tingrui said, turning back and walking in.

Huo Yao: "."

Walking back to the hall, Dad Huo saw his son coming back so soon. After putting down the tea cup in his hand, he asked strangely: "Didn't you say to visit the neighbor next door?"

Huo Yao, who was walking behind Huo Tingrui, paused slightly, looked at someone's back, narrowed his eyes, and landed on the paper bag in his hand.

Not going for a walk?

Huo Tingrui noticed the line of sight behind him, and a guilty conscience flashed across his eyes, without turning his head back, only vaguely replied to his father: "It's too late, let's make another day."

"I just told you it was a bit late, and you didn't listen." Father Huo shook his head and said something.

Huo Tingrui: "..."

Yes, his father came to professionally tear down the stage.

Huo Yao walked up to Huo Tingrui with a smile. She was not short, and she stood beside him without a delicate aura. She raised her hand and placed it lazily on his shoulder, "Second brother, Otherwise I will accompany you to visit next door?"

Huo Tingrui shook his shoulders almost reflexively after being so matched.

Turning his head to look at the sister who was close at hand, the face was quite harmless, but it was inexplicably frightening, "...still not."

Huo Tingrui smiled back without a smile.

Who can imagine that he actually kind of counseled his sister who has always been well-behaved and cute?

I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Song Ning, who came out carrying a plate of freshly cut fruits, saw her daughter and son standing together, smiling and looking very close. After putting the fruit plate on the coffee table, she sighed with her husband. : "The relationship between the second child and the siblings is getting better and better."

Hearing this, Huo Tingrui, with a melancholy face, stopped talking.

The baby feels bitter, but the baby does not say.

And Father Huo, who had just blanched two tea cups, put one of the cups back on the tea tray. He looked at his daughter with a gentle expression, "Hey, come and drink tea."

"Yeah." Huo Yao nodded obediently, retracted his hand on his second brother's shoulder, walked over, and sat down beside his father.

Papa Huo poured the tea, and then poured another cup for himself and his wife, without any further action.

Standing next to him for a while, Huo Tingrui, who later realized that something was wrong, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "..."

Did his dad forget something?

Doesn't my son need to drink tea?

Huo's father completely ignored the gaze his son was looking at. Thinking of something, he stood up again, walked to the cabinet next to him and took out a square box.

"Yao Yao, you bring this thing to the father of your classmate who gave you the painting last time." Father Huo handed the box over.

Huo Yao took the box, but didn't open it. He only asked, "What is this?"