Chapter 780
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Song Wen-chuan's eyes flashed. It was just a moment of compassion, but Song Jingwan had already caught it.
She suddenly threw herself into Song Wen-chuan's arms and hugged his waist tightly. Hot tears kept flowing out of her eyes, wetting his thin shirt.
It was as if his skin was burning.
"Brother, please forgive me this once … I really know I was wrong. I have nothing left. Dad, Mom, and Brother, that family doesn't need me anymore. If that's the case, what's the point of living? "
Her tone was full of despair.
Song Wen-chuan's eyebrows twitched. He pursed his lips and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
He had already moved out of the Song family, but he vaguely knew how well Zhou Manli treated Song Weiwei. She felt guilty, so it was normal for her to want to make up for it.
But for some reason, Song Wen-chuan inexplicably thought of Song Yaoyao.
What was the difference between the Song Jingwan now and the Song Yaoyao who had been neglected in the past?
Did he want to let the tragedy repeat itself?
"Huhu, Brother …"
Song Jingwan buried herself in Song Wen-chuan's arms and smiled silently.
She could get whatever she wanted.
Take it slow, there was no rush …
Song Jingwan comforted herself.
Song Yaoyao left the Song Corporation and went to Yulan Culture.
She had been busy for so long, and it was time to prepare for the palace walls.
During this time, Song Yaoyao didn't forget to communicate with Yun Shuihan. Now that Yun Shuihan had quit her previous job, she was fully involved in the changes to the script.
Without changing the characters and the general direction, the content was revised quite a bit.
While strengthening the conflicts between the characters, she didn't forget to add in some love that the audience liked.
But this love wasn't pure. So every audience member would get a different answer when they watched it.
She had been busy all morning. If it weren't for Song Wen-chuan's call, she would have forgotten about her appointment.
However, when she entered the private room and saw the girls sitting beside Song Wen-chuan, chatting and laughing, she was amused.
Song Jingwan — —
He was really like a ghost that refused to leave.
"Hi, Yaoyao," Song Jingwan greeted Song Yaoyao enthusiastically. Not only that, she even took the initiative to get up and pull out a chair for Song Yaoyao.
"Yaoyao, I was ignorant and jealous in the past, so I did a lot of bad things to you. I don't expect you to forgive me, but let's put aside our prejudices for now, okay? "
Song Yaoyao did not sit in the chair that Song Jingwan had pulled out. She sat at the very edge.
She looked up and saw the sincerity on Song Jingwan's face.
She suddenly laughed softly. "Why should I?"
Song Yaoyao retorted with her chin resting on her hand.
The girl's wrist was so thin that it looked like it would break with a snap. The red mole on her wrist was particularly conspicuous under the light.
Song Wen-chuan was not surprised. In fact, he didn't intend to participate in it.
Song Jingwan was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.
"Don't be angry. I won't say anything."
Her attitude was very good. Even her eyes were full of sincerity and guilt.
It was as if she had really turned over a new leaf.
Song Yaoyao looked into her eyes steadily. After a moment, she sneered.
Suddenly, she stood up, picked up her backpack, and turned to leave.
"Yaoyao — —"
Song Wen-chuan was startled. He quickly reacted and said, "We haven't eaten. Where are you going?"
"I'm not eating. I lost my appetite."
Song Yaoyao's tone was extremely indifferent. She looked at Song Wen-chuan with a very cold gaze. There was no trace of a smile in her eyes. "This is my date with you."
But without her consent, he had brought someone she hated to this date. Mobile users, please browse for a better reading experience from Love Network.
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