Hearing this, Song Yaoyao felt a little better.
She curled up her crimson lips and scratched her thoughtless chin. The kitten, who was about to slip away just now, nestled in her arms, and soon purred and narrowed her eyes comfortably.
"However, the medical level is so advanced now, and the Song family is not short of money. It is not impossible to recover."
Tang Xinrou shrugged and said casually.
She didn't feel gloating about what happened to Song Jingwan, at most she just felt that she had done too many bad things and suffered retribution.
Song Yaoyao's black eyelashes drooped, and the indoor light passed through the gaps between her eyelashes, casting a ray of light and shadow under her eyes.
Quiet and serene.
The whole body exudes a pleasant atmosphere.
That night, she felt someone push her hard from behind. When her head hit the stone, her whole body was stabbed in pain, and under the pale lightning, Song Yaoyao saw a familiar face.
Therefore, the reason why Song Jingwan appeared on the mountain was not accidental, but deliberate—
It's a pity that you will reap the consequences.
"Miss Song, Mr. Xiao Song wants to see you."
The weather was just right, and Song Yaoyao squatted in the greenhouse tending to the flowers and plants. Her ankle was still hurt and she couldn't walk around carelessly.
These days, Huo Yunque completely regards his home as a second office, and all the documents that need to be processed are moved to his home. Keep Song Yaoyao within his sight at all times, and once Song Yaoyao disappears for more than five minutes, he will feel uneasy.
Probably, it was the sequelae left to him that night.
The man who was once high and mighty, now has a weakness and can never return to the altar.
"Song Wenchuan?"
Song Yaoyao raised her head.
She was holding a small hoe in her hand, and she was wearing a bright yellow home clothes with a soft texture. A head of jet-black hair was loosely tied behind his head, and a few strands of hair were playfully hanging down his cheeks.
Red lips and white teeth, eyes like autumn water.
Huo Jiu bowed his head, "Yes."
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, glanced at Huo Yunque, and nodded, "Let him come directly to the greenhouse."
This greenhouse is very large, and a small office area has been specially opened up inside.
Song Yaoyao got into the wheelchair and asked Huo Si to push her over.
Seeing Song Yaoyao again, Song Wenchuan's face was stunned for a moment, as if in a lifetime.
In less than a year, things have changed.
Song Wenchuan's throat felt dry, he looked at Song Yaoyao, she seemed to be doing well. Huo Yunque made up for the love she had lost for more than ten years.
"Yaoyao, are your injuries okay?"
His concerned eyes made Song Yaoyao lower her eyes and avoid them.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
In such a distant conversation, Song Wenchuan pulled his lips, but he couldn't think of resentment against Song Yaoyao at all. It was his own fault, the Song family owed her, and Song Jingwan owed her.
Even he was guilty of standing idly by.
"I..." Song Wenchuan said dryly, "I came here two days ago when I heard that something happened to you, but..."
He smiled wryly and didn't continue.
It's not easy to get into Huo's house.
"Have you been here?" Song Yaoyao was surprised, "Sorry, I didn't know."
"fine."
Back when Song Yaoyao was injured, it was normal not to see guests.
The two were relatively speechless, and the slight feelings that had been cultivated with great difficulty at the beginning became alienated again with time.
After a long time, Song Wenchuan finally said in a soft voice, "Yaoyao, can I ask you something?"
"no."
Song Yaoyao flatly refused.
She held the cat in her arms, and looked at Song Wenchuan quietly, with a pair of black and clear pupils clearly distinguishing love and hatred.