Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1001: Yaoyao: Are You Surprised?

Translator: Yunyi

She pressed the answer button and did not make a sound. Instead, she found a book and sat at the table to read it.

“Hello? Is that Jenny?”

“Hello? Why aren’t you saying anything!”

At first, the other party was able to remain calm. After a long period of silence, she gradually broke down.

“What kind of medicine did you give me? Do you know what I’ve become now? Do you know that you’ve made me miserable?”

“I know you’re there. Say something! What should I do?”

“Tsk—”

The cat with the small crescent moon on its forehead was chubby from eating. It swayed its small body and rubbed against Song Yaoyao’s toes.

Song Yaoyao threw the book down and bent down to pick it up.

“Unhappy, you’ve gained weight again. You need to go on a diet.”

Song Jingwan was stunned.

In a quiet room in a foreign country, she suddenly felt a chill all over her body.

“Song Yaoyao?”

“Ah...”

Song Yaoyao mumbled lazily, “It’s been so long. I’m glad you can still recognize my voice.”

“You!” Song Jingwan gritted her teeth to suppress the shock in her voice. “Why is it you? Isn’t this Jenny’s phone number?”

Song Jingwan smiled with her eyes curved. She was extremely happy.

“You’re really interesting. Don’t you understand yet? There are many people called Jenny in this world, but the one you’re looking for doesn’t exist.”

The girl’s tone was light, and her soft voice was filled with joy.

Song Jingwan shook her head. She gripped the phone so hard that her fingers were pale. “Impossible, I don’t believe it, it’s impossible!”

She suddenly screamed and hung up the phone.

Song Yaoyao shrugged. “No fun at all.”

She scratched Unhappy’s belly. “Unhappy, where’s your friend? Come, I’ll find him for you!”

Just as she took two steps, the phone rang again.

This time, Song Yaoyao left the room without looking back, ignoring it.

Song Jingwan seemed to be possessed as she continued to call persistently. Her face was frighteningly pale, and her lips were trembling.

“Pick up the phone... Pick up the phone... Song Yaoyao! Pick up the phone!”

She seemed to have gone mad as she kept muttering, cursing, and screaming.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her.

...

Song Wenchuan worked for most of the night before returning home in the early hours of the morning.

He was so tired that he didn’t even have the time to lift his eyelids.

As soon as he entered the hall, he realized that the lights in the hall were on. A thin and small figure was nestled on the sofa. She was wrapped in a blanket, unable to sleep well.

Song Wenchuan’s heart sank.

Song Weiwei wasn’t a heavy sleeper to begin with. When she heard the sound of footsteps, she suddenly woke up. When she saw Song Wenchuan, a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

“Brother, you’re back!”

Song Wenchuan stared at her blankly. After a long while, he softly said, “Yes.”.

He didn’t seem to feel tired anymore.

“Brother, have you eaten? I left you some soup. I made it tonight and I’ve been keeping it warm. Have a bowl before you rest?”

As Song Weiwei spoke, she moved the blanket away and walked to the kitchen.

Song Wenchuan wanted to say that there was no need, but seeing Song Weiwei’s enthusiastic look, he paused and swallowed his refusal.

The girl’s figure was slender and graceful, and she was dressed in simple loungewear. It was also because of her presence that this huge house gained some life.

“It’s still very hot. Be careful.”

Song Weiwei put the soup on the table with a smile and looked at Song Wenchuan expectantly. “Try it and give me some suggestions.”