Song Wenchuan's eyes flickered slightly, and Song Jingwan quickly captured just a moment of compassion.
She suddenly threw herself into Song Wenchuan's arms and hugged his waist tightly. Hot tears kept gushing out of his eyes, soaking his thin shirt.
It seems that the hot skin is hurting.
"Brother, please forgive me for once... I really know I was wrong, I have nothing left. Mom, Dad, and brother, it seems that the family doesn't need me anymore. If this is the case, what else do I have alive? significance?"
Her tone was desperate.
Song Wenchuan's brows twitched, his thin lips were pursed tightly, "Don't talk nonsense."
He has moved out of the Song family now, but he also vaguely knows how good Zhou Manli is to Song Weiwei. She feels guilty, so it's normal to want to make amends.
But for some reason, Song Wenchuan thought of Song Yaoyao inexplicably.
What is the difference between Song Jingwan now and Song Yaoyao who was neglected back then
Could it be that he wants to let the tragedy repeat itself
"Woo, brother..."
Song Jingwan was buried in Song Wenchuan's arms, her lips curled up silently.
But whatever she wants, she can get.
Take your time, take your time...
Song Jingwan comforted herself like this.
Song Yaoyao left the Song family and went to Yulan Culture.
She has been busy for so long, and it is time to prepare for the lock palace wall.
During this time, Song Yaoyao did not forget to communicate with Yun Shuihan. Now Yun Shuihan has resigned from her previous job, and has devoted herself to participating in the modification of the script.
Without changing the character design and general direction, the content has been modified a lot.
When strengthening the contradictions of the characters, we also don't forget to add some love that the audience loves to watch.
However, this love is not pure. So every viewer will get a different answer when watching.
After a busy morning, if Song Wenchuan hadn't called, she would have forgotten her previous appointment.
But when she entered the box and saw the girl sitting next to Song Wenchuan talking and laughing, she was happy.
Song Jingwan—
But it really lingers.
"Hi Yaoyao," Song Jingwan greeted Song Yaoyao enthusiastically. Not only that, she also took the initiative to get up and open the chair for Song Yaoyao.
"Yaoyao, I used to be ignorant and jealous, so I did a lot of bad things to you. I don't ask you to forgive me, but let's put aside our prejudices for a while, shall we?"
Song Yaoyao didn't sit in the chair that Song Jingwan had pulled, but sat on the edge.
She raised her eyes and saw that Song Jingwan's face was full of sincerity.
She laughed out loud, softly and softly, "Why?"
Song Yaoyao propped her chin and asked back.
The girl's wrist was so thin that it would break if it was folded, and the red mole on it was particularly conspicuous under the light.
Song Wenchuan wasn't surprised. In fact, he didn't intend to participate either.
Song Jingwan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.
"Don't be angry, I won't say anything."
The attitude is very good, even the eyes are full of sincerity and guilt.
It seems that he has really changed his mind.
Song Yaoyao looked into her eyes firmly, and after a while, she snorted lightly.
Suddenly stood up, picked up the backpack, turned around and left.
"Yoyy—"
Song Wenchuan was stunned, and quickly realized, "I haven't eaten yet, where are you going?"
"Don't eat, it's disgusting."
Song Yaoyao's tone was extremely indifferent, and she looked at Song Wenchuan very calmly, without any smile, "This is my date with you."
But without her consent, she brought someone she hated to the appointment.