Surprise! Tyrant’s Little Crybaby Went on a Killing Spree After Being Reborn

  Chapter 283 Junhan, I’m sorry

  Shen Yao's pale and tender face was stained with a touching blush, she was too shy to look into Huo Junhan's eyes, and leaned her little head into his arms: "I like it..."

  There was a smile in Huo Junhan's eyes, and after drinking the remaining soup, he hugged Shen Yao slightly and went back to the room.

After being stuffed under the quilt, Shen Yaowei's little hand stretched out from the quilt unwillingly, and grabbed Huo Junhan's hand: "Junhan, I'm sorry. I didn't make the food like that on purpose, and I also caused you and me to have a stomachache." ..."

   When it came to the end, Shen Yaowei almost wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in.

  Huo Junhan didn't mind at all, his eyes lightly fell on Shen Yaowei's little face full of guilt: "Why do you suddenly feel free to cook today?"

  Shen Yaowei just looked at him, and said softly: "After returning from the National Teacher's Mansion, I always feel that you are a little unhappy, so I want to make you happy."

   Unexpectedly, her cooking skills were so bad that she messed up in the end.

  Huo Junhan's gaze fluctuated for a moment, and the emotional change was fleeting. He helped Shen Yao cover the quilt slightly again: "Yaoyao, you are worrying too much. Don't think so much, rest early."

  Seeing that Huo Junhan didn't want to dwell on this topic, Shen Yao simply took his hand and said, "Then you stay here with me for a while, okay?"

   Facing Shen Yao's slightly clear gaze, Huo Junhan couldn't refuse, so he nodded and sat beside her bed.

  Shen Yao smiled sweetly, grabbed Huo Junhan's hand happily, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

   Time flies, that night, midnight.

   On the long, silent street in the past, the sound of opera music suddenly sounded.

The melodious sound of erhu and pipa complement each other, and the melancholy melody blends into one. It looks particularly bleak in this dark night, as if a gust of cold wind blows, making a few homeless people leaning against the corner of the road stretch their heads forward frequently. Look.

Among them, Lai Qi, who was the shortest, huddled into a ball and fell asleep in a corner, but was kicked by his companion, and his chubby body rolled twice on the ground: "I'm so annoying, I'm sleeping soundly, what are you doing?" Kick me!"

   "I kicked you for your own good, my brothers told you to get up and listen to the opera." The tallest among the homeless, the big head pointed to the stage not far away, "Listen, this little opera singer is really good at singing."

  In the night, there was a faint light on the stage not far away, and it was not clear from where they were, only the actor was waving his snow-white sleeves, as if calling them to go together.

   "Yeah...!" The actor's singing voice was very sad and melodious, and there was a little bit of crying in it, which made Lai Qi shiver.

"Why do I feel so terrified? I haven't seen anyone set up a stage here during the day. Besides, this man who can't see his fingers, who is he going to sing for?" To listen to the cold singing.

   As a result, a slap sentence from the big head lined up on the back of his head: "If there is something worthless, don't take advantage of it! This opera singer sings beautifully. I think he is a beauty. Anyway, I am going to see it."

  The big head took the lead, and the rest of the tramps couldn't wait.

   "Yeah—!"

  The actor's sharp singing came, and a gust of cold wind blew across the back of Lai Qi's neck. Lai Qi was so frightened that he shivered and had to resign himself to his fate to follow.

   Here comes the excitement, ask for a monthly pass

  (end of this chapter)