Nolan, who was walking quietly, suddenly turned around, "Little cutie, do you really not consider being friends with me?"
Song Yaoyao politely refused with a sullen face.
"Thank you, no."
Her brother doesn't even make friends with this man. Obviously, he is not a good person!
"Oh...that's a pity."
Nolan shrugged, "However, I won't give up."
He smiled at Song Yaoyao, harmless to humans and animals.
Nolan is gone.
Huo Jiu couldn't relax for a long time. He looked at Song Yaoyao, as if he was organizing his words, but he didn't know how to ask.
"I do not know him."
Song Yaoyao also had many doubts, "Huo Jiu, who is he?"
The person who can make Huo Jiu feel dangerous is definitely not a good person.
Huo Jiu pulled his lips, unable to smile at all.
"A bad guy."
Song Yaoyao: "..."
"In short, Miss Song, what you did was right. Don't get too close to this person. He is dangerous and not a good thing."
Song Yaoyao blinked, "Huo Jiu, you look like..."
"What?"
"A man who loves and hates his ex-boyfriend because he can't ask for it?"
Huo Jiu: "..."
This joke is not funny at all!
Thanks.
Song Yaoyao didn't read the letter.
Sometimes she paranoidly trusts her own feelings.
For example, when she touched the letter in her hand, her first feeling was that she was unhappy.
If you look at it, it may cause her more unhappiness.
Therefore, Song Yaoyao chose not to watch it.
She put the letter in the book and pressed it at the bottom of the drawer.
Let's read this letter again when she is in a super good mood one day.
Before that, let it stay here quietly.
"Miss Song, Mr. Xiao Song is here to visit you, do you want to see me?"
The servant stood outside, knocked lightly on the door, and asked in a low voice.
Song Yaoyao paused, and then closed the drawer without changing her expression.
The voice was extremely weak, "I don't see you."
There is no need to see.
"Okay, then I'll go down and reply to him."
downstairs.
Song Wenchuan saw the servant coming downstairs, and asked expectantly, "Where's Yaoyao? Did she agree to see me?"
"Feel sorry."
The servant shook his head, "Miss Song is not feeling well and is resting in her room. So I can't see you in person, please ask Mr. Song to come back."
"Is she sick? Is it serious? Can you let me go up and see her?"
"Feel sorry."
The servant was very distressed, "Please don't embarrass me, Mr. Song, Miss Song doesn't want to see you, please go back."
Song Wenchuan could actually jump over the servants and rush upstairs, but he did not choose to do so in the end.
He didn't know which room Song Yaoyao lived in, and it was even possible that he would be stopped the moment he rushed up.
"Then... I'll come back tomorrow."
"Mr. Xiao Song."
The servant sent Song Wenchuan to the door, "I don't know what happened between you and Miss Song, but I think Miss Song doesn't want to see you in a short time."
Song Wenchuan paused, then turned to look at the servant who was speaking.
She looked young, in her early twenties. Ordinary in appearance, barely handsome, thin and weak, with a very flat tone of voice.
He took a breath and his voice was low, "Did Yaoyao say this herself? She doesn't want to see me again?"
The servant looked at him quietly, acquiescing.
"I see."
Song Wenchuan twitched the corners of his lips, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.
"Then I'll wait until she calms down, and I'll trouble you."
After he finished speaking, he bent over and got into the car, and left quickly.
The servant stood at the door, watching the car go away and disappear.