Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and threw the two round little milk cats out.
Turning around, he suddenly grabbed her chin.
"Then dear student Song Yaoyao, can you also be careful, my heart will hurt too."
Since his heart beats only for her, Song Yaoyao is obliged to be responsible for him.
Song Yaoyao's heart trembled, she quickly raised her eyes, and instantly bumped into the man's deep and deep eyes.
Among them, there seems to be a black mist surging, hiding heavy emotions.
Her nose was sour, and her heart ached even more.
"I'm sorry... brother."
Song Yaoyao started a life of recuperating at home, although she regretted missing many freshman activities. But Song Yaoyao can tell clearly what is the most important thing.
There will always be many regrets in a person's life, and no one can escape.
Song Yaoyao was not allowed to touch the phone until the fourth day after waking up.
There is no news about her on the Internet, so she should be suppressed.
But soon, a topic that interested Song Yaoyao jumped into Song Yaoyao's eyes.
#Song Jingwan disfigured
What happened during the few days she was away
Song's house, a bedroom on the second floor.
The servant stood outside the door tremblingly, and soup and water meandered out along the crack of the door.
Inside, the girl's sharp roar sounded.
"Get out! Get out of here! I don't want to see anyone, get out, get out!!"
"Miss, you haven't eaten all day..."
"boom!"
A heavy object hit the door panel.
The servant fell silent for a moment.
"roll!"
The voice inside was almost hoarse.
Song Wenchuan pressed his temples, held on to the handrail of the stairs, and stood there waiting for the dizziness to pass.
The entire Song family is now a bit terribly empty. After graduating from high school, Mu Wei chose to go abroad.
Song Rui is still in prison, waiting for the law to rule on him. Zhou Manli also went abroad, this is her own insistence.
She never believed in domestic medical skills, and protested on hunger strike to go abroad.
That being the case, Song Wenchuan hired a professional escort to accompany Zhou Manli.
The original family may not be happy, but it can still maintain the prosperity on the surface. But now, even Song Wenchuan felt that the pressure of life was like a huge stone, pressing on him, making him unable to breathe.
At such times, Song Wenchuan often thought about it.
It would be great if another personality in him could come out and help him.
He admitted that he was a coward, and he wanted to run away.
"Master."
The servant squatted on the ground to clean up the broken tiles. When he heard footsteps, he turned around and shook his head, "Miss, she still refuses to eat."
"I see."
Song Wenchuan took a deep breath and managed to pull himself together.
"Go and rest first, I'll go see her."
Watching the servant go downstairs, Song Wenchuan raised his hand.
"Tuk tuk."
"I tell you to get out, are you deaf? Get out!"
"Jing Wan, it's me."
The room was quiet for several minutes, Song Wenchuan stood quietly outside the door and waited.
a long time…
Song Jingwan said in a low voice: "I don't want to see anyone now, brother, you can go too."
"Then..." Song Wenchuan closed his eyes, "If you ever get hungry, or want to talk to brother, remember to come out."
"good."
There was no light in the room, only the pale moonlight shining in through the glass.
There are many shadows.
The girl sat in front of the dressing table and gently opened her lips.
Her eyes were cloudy, and she suddenly reached out to tear off the gauze from her face.
On her cheek, there was a hideous wound that had been stitched up!