Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby-Chapter 1136 - I’m Willing To Trade

In the novel, Huo Ningxi was the head of the Huo Family. So where was Huo Yunque?

Why was the author so stingy as to leave out such an impressive character?

Huo Yunque was young. If he was around, Huo Ningxi would never get the chance to be the head of the family.

No matter what, Huo Yunque was much better than Huo Ningxi.

Moreover…

Huo Ningxi didn’t even have the Huo Family’s bloodline in him.

Yet, he still became the family head, and everything that belonged to the Huos became his.

Why?

Song Yaoyao did not dare to think about it. She thought about the accident from before. Because of her dream, she had blocked Huo Yunque from leaving the house.

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This time, she did not know if he was dead or alive.

The answer was right on the tip of her tongue, but Song Yaoyao had to suppress all those thoughts.

She walked to the futon and knelt down, putting her palms together.

“If it’s possible, I’m willing…”

…

When it was time for dinner, the maid came to Uncle Zhang in a panic, saying that she didn’t see Miss Song in her room.

Song Yaoyao was gone!

Uncle Zhang turned pale with fright. The whole house was thrown into chaos, and everyone went looking for her.

But this living person seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

“Uncle Zhang, please calm down. Let me ask you.” Huo Jiu had arrived. He had been very busy these days. Since the Master was nowhere to be seen, people were beginning to spread rumors on the outside. He looked at the servants coldly. “Are you sure Miss Song did not come downstairs?”

“Yes, because of Uncle Zhang’s orders, we have been guarding.”

“I understand.”

Huo Jiu nodded and went upstairs. There must be somewhere they hadn’t looked yet.

Song Yaoyao curled up on the ground, her head dizzy. It was as if a big hand was dragging her into the abyss.

A moment later, she appeared in front of a gray building. There were people coming and going and she saw the culprits in black suits walking past. She hurriedly avoided them but realized they couldn’t see her as they directly passed through her body.

Song Yaoyao spread her palms and looked at her almost transparent hands.

Had she died again?

She stood in a daze, and those men in black quickly walked away. Suddenly, she saw a man wearing a hat pressing down on the brim of his hat, carrying something and limping towards her.

“Huo Qi?”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes lit up. Huo Qi didn’t die? Then did that mean Gege also…

She ran in front of Huo Qi, but Huo Qi limped past her.

“Huo Qi…”

Song Yaoyao didn’t have time to think. She followed behind Huo Qi and watched him walk down a small street into a dark alley.

Finally, he knocked on the door of a shabby house.

A cough sounded, and an old voice sounded from inside. “Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and Huo Qi quickly rushed in.

Song Yaoyao’s heart was beating wildly as her eyebrows raised in joy.

Her Gege was definitely inside, so she followed Huo Qi and ran inside quickly.

“How is the Master today?”

What did he mean? What was wrong with her Gege?

Song Yaoyao was puzzled. She looked at the hunched old man and frowned.

But soon, her doubts were answered.

It was a relatively clean room. The man had lost a lot of weight. His upper body was naked, and there were still wounds that had not healed. The most serious wound was his forehead, which was also wrapped in bandages.

His eyes were tightly shut. Huo Qi’s pushing of the door did not disturb him at all.

It was as if he was dead.

Song Yaoyao’s throat tightened. She quickly floated over, wanting to test if his breathing was still there.

However, just as she was about to approach him, a strong suction force suddenly pulled her back quickly.

“Gege!”

She was dragged out of the house. Song Yaoyao stared fixedly at that house, as the scenes beside her quickly flew past.

“Gege!”

Song Yaoyao’s body shook violently as she opened her eyes that were still filled with fear.

The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood. It was as if she had just had a ridiculous dream.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she crawled up and ran out of the house in a fluster.

What if… What if the dream was real?

At the same time, Huo Jiu heard a faint sound.

He turned around and quickly walked towards the source of the sound.

A petite black figure appeared. Her steps were messy, and she wore a large coat that could be used as a skirt. Huo Jiu felt bitter. He had never seen Miss Song in such a helpless and flustered state.

“Miss Song, are you okay…?”

“Huo Jiu! Come with me!”

Song Yaoyao was simply taking a gamble, but what if her deal with the heavens succeeded? Why else would she have that dream?

Huo Jiu’s words were interrupted. He looked worriedly at Miss Song, who had a strange expression on her face, and noticed the joy in her eyes.

Joy?

In the study. After Huo Jiu entered, she quickly closed the door and locked it.

“Miss Song?” Huo Jiu was stunned.

Song Yaoyao’s behavior was too abnormal. He looked at her, but couldn’t tell what was wrong.

Song Yaoyao ignored Huo Jiu. After calling him in, she left him there.

She found the piece of paper that she usually used to draw storyboards and found a pen.

She then closed her eyes and carefully recalled what she saw. A few minutes later, she lowered her head and quickly started drawing on the piece of paper.

In a normal person’s dream, they would always wake up with missing details. However, Song Yaoyao’s dream was different. When she closed her eyes, it appeared clearly in her mind.

Even the house number and what was at the door could be seen clearly.

Huo Jiu walked over quietly. When he saw Song Yaoyao drawing, he was stunned.

His palms were cold. He wondered if he should call Liu Yu over to check on Miss Song.

Obviously, he thought that Song Yaoyao was agitated and could not accept Huo Yunque’s disappearance.

Song Yaoyao was in deep thought as she drew. Half an hour later, when she had restored the image in her mind, she handed the painting to Huo Jiu.

“Miss Song, what are you… ?” Huo Jiu looked at the painting. The buildings in the painting were old, but he could vaguely tell that they were not from this country.

Song Yaoyao was about to say something, but for some reason, she did not say it.

Instead, she wrote what she wanted to say on a piece of paper.

Huo Jiu watched silently. As Song Yaoyao gave him more and more information, the worry in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise.

After reading it, he quickly looked up and met Song Yaoyao’s eyes.

Song Yaoyao nodded gently at him.

“Let’s try it.”

At this moment, the picture in his hand was as heavy as a thousand gold pieces.

“Okay.”

…

That night, Huo Jiu caught a flight with his men.

No one noticed that among the people he was traveling with, Liu Yu was one of them, and he was disguised as an ordinary subordinate.

Other than Huo Jiu, Song Yaoyao did not reveal this news to anyone else.

If there was anyone else in the family that she could trust other than Huo Yunque, it would be the twelve guards.

They had been instilled with a strong belief from the moment that they were first trained.

And Huo Yunque was a qualified head of the family.

She did not know whether the dream was real or fake, but she did not trust anyone else and could only trust Huo Jiu. Song Yaoyao could not figure out why Huo Qi did not contact their own people.

Now, she could only pray that everything went smoothly.