Chapter 791
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"Brother …"
When she was born, her brother had already skipped grades consecutively and was in junior high school.
When she learned how to write, it was her brother who taught her stroke by stroke.
The strokes were sharp and vigorous. Looking at the words was like looking at the person, arrogant and brash.
Song Yaoyao's heart sank.
Her throat was dry. She licked her lips and asked calmly, "Are you friends with my brother?"
Hearing this, Nolan coughed.
Song Yaoyao suspected that she was hallucinating. She actually saw a trace of awkwardness in the young priest's eyes.
But soon, when she wanted to take a closer look, there was nothing left.
Nolan said matter-of-factly, "Of course! I'm very, very good friends with him! "
Song Yaoyao did not read the letter immediately. "Song Wen-chuan?"
She said a name.
Nolan's eyes curved. His temperament was pure and holy. He stared at Song Yaoyao with tolerance and shook his head. "No, no, I don't like him."
Song Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.
"I'm talking about Mr. Second Personality, although he hasn't appeared for a long time."
Nolan smiled mysteriously. His tone was regretful.
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes.
He hadn't appeared for a long time.
"Now, you should believe me, right? Little cutie, there are many people who want to be friends with me. "
"What about you? Do you have any friends you want? "
This sentence made Nolan's expression change.
The subtle expression disappeared in an instant. He shrugged. "Probably, maybe … there's one?"
And it was a man who was both mysterious and especially disliked him.
Song Yaoyao was silent.
There were very few people she could not understand. Huo Yunque was one, and the young priest in front of her was also one.
The aura on his body was so pure, so clean that it was beyond clean.
Living in such a big dye vat, no one could be clean.
Unless he was faking it all along.
"Let's talk. Even if you don't believe me, don't you believe Song? I came at his behest. "
Song Yaoyao didn't know how much he knew. She was surprised by what her brother had done with Song Wen-chuan's body.
She pursed her lips and walked over quietly with a taut face.
They sat facing each other.
After a long silence, Song Yaoyao still couldn't resist the worry and doubt in her heart. "How much … do you know?"
Nolan felt helpless about this.
Although he was very curious about that man, there was too little information that he could use. He didn't believe that a car accident could turn a mediocre person into a genius.
Even though Song Wenchuan was outstanding compared to most people, he was still a genius.
But there was always a fear of comparison.
In Nolan's eyes, the difference between them was obvious.
Although Nolan didn't know anything, would he tell the truth?
Of course not —
Nolan smiled. "I know everything."
She was the only person the second personality cared about. Perhaps he could get some interesting information from this little angel.
However —
Song Yaoyao nodded obediently. Her palm-sized face was filled with innocence. Her light red lips parted slightly. "Oh."
Got it.
Nolan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips. "Oh?"
That's it?
That's it?
Don't you want to say anything else?
As if knowing what he was thinking, Song Yaoyao lowered her head and completely avoided the topic.
She looked at the sealed letter in her hand. "Thank you very much for delivering the letter for me. By the way, should I call you — Father?"
"Oh, that's not necessary."
The priest smiled and said, "My name is very long, so you can just call me Nolan."
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