Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

In the kitchen, Song Ning was busy, Huo Yao walked over and asked casually, "Mom, has the old man gone?"

Song Ning glanced back at her daughter, did not correct her name, only said: "Probably I had a cold last night, and I was sluggish for a whole day today. I just took medicine and went back to the room to rest."

When Huo Yao heard the words, his brows were twisted.

What tricks is this old liar playing?

"I'll go up and take a look." Huo Yao said.

Song Ning waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Soon, Huo Yao went upstairs, the room door was not locked, she unscrewed the door handle, pushed the door and walked in.

The curtains of the room were closed, and no light penetrated, so the whole room was dark and there was no air circulation, which was very stuffy.

Huo Yao turned on the chandelier switch, her eyes fell on the big bed, and after a pause, she walked over and saw the old man who was asleep with his eyes closed. His face was not very pretty.

Really sick?

The old man didn’t fall asleep at first, but his mental state was not good. Then he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Huo Yao staring at him for a moment, he said with little energy, “Why, I’m sick, you Are you happy?"

Huo Yao glanced at him, "If I have the strength to speak, it doesn't seem to be too serious."

When the old man heard this, he only felt that his head became more dizzy, "Really a person without love."

"Heh, you don't need to be caring for you, a liar who comes across porcelain home." Huo Yao's voice is still cold and cold.

The old man simply covered his head with a quilt and said, "You go quickly, don't make my anger worse, or make me worse. I will really rely on your house to stop leaving."

Huo Yao shook his head speechlessly, then walked to the window and pushed the closed window open. Suddenly, air circulated in, diminishing the dullness of the room.

The old man tore off the quilt he was holding again. Seeing that Huo Yao hadn't left, he barely felt more comfortable, but he still groaned, "Why are you still not leaving?"

Huo Yao walked back to the bed again, did not bother to talk to him, stretched out his hand, and directly held his wrist on the outside of the quilt.

"What are you doing?" The old man was taken aback by her sudden movement, and he subconsciously pulled his hand out, but when he met Huo Yao's gaze, there was an instant that he didn't dare to resist.

Did not dare to speak any more, nor dared to move his hands.

The old man was very depressed, he actually kind of counseled the little girl.

Huo Yao retracted his hand and said in a playful manner: "He is flustered, chest tight, body weak, typical unacceptable, old man, where are you from?"

The old man hurriedly put his hands back in the quilt, he didn't know if he was not convinced, but... "How do you know that I am flustered, chest tight, and weak?"

Huo Yao glanced at him, "I want to know it naturally."

He squeezed his hand and judged his physical condition. In this situation, the old man suddenly widened his eyes, "Do you still get your pulse?"

"I will go more, especially the best at fist. Would you like to try?" Huo Yao squeezed his fist and said lightly.

Father: "."

Look, this is brightly threatening, right?

It looks so good, so it's not cute at all! !

Seeing that the old man did not dare to speak, Huo Yao gave a soft voice, turned around and walked out without speaking.

When the old man saw that she had left like this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, so he shouted at her back, "Hey, you unscrupulous girl, don't you care about me?"