Chapter 790
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For the whole morning, Song Yaoyao nestled in the greenhouse, closed her eyes and leisurely listened to the man reading poems for her.
He even used seven languages, and his melodious voice was indescribably gentle and affectionate.
Song Yaoyao was not surprised at all that Huo Yunque was so outstanding.
This was the man she liked from the first time she saw him.
From head to toe, even his hair was pleasing to her eyes.
Ease makes people lazy. This sentence was appropriate to describe Song Yaoyao.
She didn't even remember when she fell asleep.
When she woke up, she was already on her pink big bed.
"Brother?"
She rubbed her forehead and got up from the bed in a daze.
Huo Yunque's pleasant voice seemed to still echo in her mind.
Song Yaoyao couldn't help but be annoyed.
"How could I forget to record it?"
It was definitely the best 'divine weapon' to coax her to sleep every night.
"Knock knock knock —"
The door rang. Song Yaoyao lay on the bed and didn't want to move. She asked sullenly, "Who is it?"
"Miss Song, it's me."
Uncle Zhang's voice sounded through the door, making Song Yaoyao sit up immediately.
"Ah … Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"
"There's a guest. Miss Song, do you want to see him?"
Guest?
Song Yaoyao was confused.
When she walked into the study, she saw an unfamiliar face.
Song Yaoyao swore that she had never seen this person before.
"Oh, hello, beautiful little angel."
The young priest stood up and greeted Song Yaoyao with a smile.
He was wearing a strict black robe with a total of 33 buttons, representing the 33 years that Jesus Christ lived. A dark golden cross hung in front of his chest. He was so young that he didn't look like a priest, but like an exquisite cosplay prop.
"You know me?"
Song Yaoyao stood at the door, tilted her head, and stared at him.
At the same time, Nolan was sizing up Song Yaoyao.
Her light blonde hair was slightly curly, and her facial features were exquisite like those of an angel in a painting. His eye sockets were deep, and his pupils were the color of the sky, clean and spotless.
Pale and fragile.
In Song Yaoyao's eyes, this was all an illusion.
No one's eyes could be as clear as glass without any emotions.
His appearance was strange in every way.
"Of course, I've heard a lot about you."
Nolan's gentlemanly salute was elegant and noble.
"However, it's only limited to what I've heard. This is the first time I've met you. I hope I didn't scare you."
"Miss Song?"
Hou Jiu narrowed his eyes and stared at Nolan warily. "You have to be careful of this fraud."
"Divine … rod?"
Song Yaoyao was stunned and looked at Nolan in surprise.
"Oh, alright, alright. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, I am indeed a fraud. It's okay, God will forgive you. "
Nolan smiled gently. "But please don't treat me as an enemy. In fact, I was asked by someone to bring you a letter."
"A letter?"
Song Yaoyao was even more confused. In this era of advanced Internet, was there still a need to write a letter?
Unless …
She thought of a possibility. Moreover, a strange person like Nolan might really know him.
"Hou Jiu, wait for me outside."
Song Yaoyao closed the door of the study and didn't take the initiative to mention his name.
"Do I know the person who asked you to bring me a letter?"
She fixed her gaze on Nolan's pair of blue eyes, not letting go of the slightest clue.
"Very familiar."
Nolan smiled, took out the letter, and handed it to Song Yaoyao.
"I think, when you see this, you should understand."
That was indeed the case.
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