Chapter 778
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Song Yaoyao shook her head and sat in the chair, shaking her legs in boredom.
"No need to trouble yourself." Her voice was soft and gentle.
However, Song Wen-chuan was not used to it. He felt that she was being too polite.
"Yaoyao …"
He slowly walked to Song Yaoyao's side and squatted down. From bottom to top, he looked into Song Yaoyao's eyes.
"Whether you believe it or not, in my heart, you will always be my sister."
She had been his sister for more than ten years. How could it be so easily erased by saying that they were not related by blood?
Perhaps the other members of the Song family could easily end all of this, but Song Wen-chuan could not.
The man's eyes were clear and bright. When he was not smiling, his facial features were slightly sharp.
Song Yaoyao nodded. "I know."
Song Wen-chuan smiled bitterly. "It's right for you to blame us. After all, you have suffered a lot in the Song family all these years. Even if it's me, it's the same. "
In the past, Song Yaoyao was afraid of him. Before he could say anything, she would quickly run away.
And he was older than Song Jingwan and Song Yaoyao. When they were in junior high school, Song Wen-chuan had already joined the company to help. Therefore, he didn't know much about the relationship between the two sisters.
Even if he wanted to interfere, he was powerless.
Unless he could completely isolate Song Yaoyao and Song Jingwan, and then let Song Yaoyao leave her parents and live somewhere else to study.
But this was obviously unrealistic.
"I don't blame you, really."
Song Yaoyao was very sincere. As for the past Song Yaoyao, whether she blamed the Song family or Song Wen-chuan, Song Yaoyao did not know.
She would remember clearly whether it was good or bad to her.
"Forget it."
Song Wen-chuan smiled and rubbed his eyebrows as he stood up. "Why don't you stay? Let's have lunch together later, okay? "
"Okay, but I have other things to do. Call me when you're done with your work ~"
Song Yaoyao tilted her head and jumped off the chair.
She took out a gift box from her bag and handed it to Song Wen-chuan. "Here, this is for you to play with."
"For me?"
Song Wen-chuan was flattered and took it. "Can I open it?"
"Of course."
Song Yaoyao put her hands behind her back and smiled sweetly.
The gift box was gray, and there was actually a Rubik's Cube inside. It was cold to the touch and had a very good texture.
Even though Song Wen-chuan rarely played with this thing since he was young, it was given to him by Song Yaoyao. Naturally, it had a different meaning.
"Thank you. I like it very much."
"I'm glad you like it ~ I'll be leaving first ~"
Song Yaoyao waved and walked out of the office with light steps.
Song Wen-chuan watched her leave. He looked at the Rubik's Cube in his hand and couldn't help but smile.
This was given to him by Yaoyao …
He played with the Rubik's Cube with anticipation and excitement.
A few minutes later …
Song Wen-chuan put the Rubik's Cube back into the box with a numb expression.
He decided to just treat it as an ornament.
This thing didn't suit him!
Song Yaoyao walked out of the Song Corporation with light steps.
The sky was blue and the wind was cool.
"Miss Song."
"Go to Yulan Company."
A luxurious car stopped at the entrance of the Song Corporation.
Song Jingwan stepped on the ground and saw a familiar figure from the corner of her eye. However, the other party didn't notice her at all. She got into the car and left quickly.
Her gaze turned cold as she confirmed that she hadn't seen wrongly.
Song Yaoyao. What was she doing at the Song Corporation?
"Good morning, Miss."
"Miss."
Song Jingwan wore high heels and an aqua green dress. She looked demure and elegant.
Wherever she went, people would greet her. Mobile users, please browse for a better reading experience from Love Net.
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