Chapter 392
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His voice was calm, and there was a gentleness and tolerance in his eyes that only appeared when he was facing Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao did not move. For the first time, she ignored Huo Yunque and stared blankly at Song Wen-chuan.
"What's wrong? You don't recognize me? "
Song Wen-chuan chuckled. He turned his head and asked Huo Yunque, "Mr. Huo, can I borrow your office for a while? Don't worry, I won't touch anything in your office. Or … I can take her out too. "
Song Yaoyao came back to her senses, but she was still a little confused.
She blinked and looked at Huo Yunque.
Huo Yunque was straightforward. He got up, threw down the chess piece, and walked in front of Song Yaoyao.
He wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his slightly calloused fingers. He said helplessly, "Why are you crying again? You're so delicate. "He patted her head and reminded her like an elder," Calm down, okay? "
Song Yaoyao was uneasy. She looked at Song Wen-chuan timidly. For the first time, she felt flustered and helpless.
She wanted to get closer to Song Wen-chuan, but she was also a little afraid.
However, for some reason, Song Wen-chuan looked as if he had not seen her for a few lifetimes. He was focused, and his doting eyes made Song Yaoyao want to rush into his arms and cry.
Huo Yunque laughed when she tugged at the corner of his shirt.
His thin lips curved slightly. "Be good. I'll wait for you outside."
He squeezed the girl's little hand, which had turned white, and pulled her away. He quickly walked out of the office.
The door closed quickly.
The office was quiet. Only Song Yaoyao and Song Wen-chuan were left in it.
Song Wen-chuan looked unhappy. He sighed and opened his arms to Song Yaoyao.
His tone was natural, intimate, and familiar.
Where was the coldness in the hospital?
"Why do you still cry so much? Come here, let me hug you … "
Song Yaoyao's eyes stung, and she was extremely flustered. She burst into tears and rushed into Song Wen-chuan's arms, hugging his waist tightly. Choking with sobs, she asked in despair, "Why are you here too?"
It was such a familiar temperament and the way he looked at her.
Song Yaoyao was very familiar with his habit of silently playing his favorite songs with his fingers when he was bored.
Other than her own brother, there was no one else!
Song Yaoyao cried until she was out of breath. The man leaned back in the chair with a smile. His handsome and thin hands were densely covered with needle marks. He lovingly combed her soft long hair with his fingers.
As usual.
"Sigh, how can I be at ease when you cry so much?" Song Wen-chuan laughed and teased, "So, I was sleeping at home, but I was summoned by a crybaby?"
"You —"
Song Yaoyao had tears in her eyes. "Really? Just sleeping? "
"What else?" Song Wen-chuan raised his eyebrows. "Silly girl, what nonsense are you thinking? If your brother dies, what will happen to Mom and Dad? But you, where are we? Is this the world in your dreams? Or — "
"I don't know."
Song Yaoyao wiped her tears. The red mole on her wrist was washed by her tears, and it looked even more vibrant.
She pursed her lips. "I woke up here. You might not believe me, but I might be living in a book …"
Song Yaoyao sobbed, crying so much that Song Wen-chuan's heart ached.
He stroked Song Yaoyao's black hair, hugged her, and sighed contentedly. "The nun didn't lie to me. Our little baby is still alive and well …"
"Nun? Nun Mingxin? "
Song Wen-chuan smiled but didn't say anything. He narrowed his eyes, and his gaze became more and more unfocused, but he still persisted.
The hand stroking Song Yaoyao's hair became more and more sluggish. Of course, he wouldn't tell Song Yaoyao.
For the sake of that illusory possibility, the house had almost been turned into a large altar.
"Brother? Brother? "
That hand suddenly dropped down, and the weight on his shoulder dropped. Mobile users, please browse and read. A better reading experience comes from Love Network.
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