Chapter 793
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He's a bad guy.
Nolan, who was walking quietly, suddenly turned around. "Little cutie, are you really not going to consider being friends with me?"
Song Yaoyao pulled a long face and politely refused.
"Thank you, but no."
Her brother didn't even want to be friends with this person. Obviously, he wasn't a good person!
"Oh … That's a pity."
Nolan shrugged. "But I won't give up."
He flashed a harmless smile at Song Yaoyao.
Nolan left.
Hou Jiu couldn't relax for a long time. He looked at Song Yaoyao and seemed to be organizing his words, but he didn't know how to ask.
"I don't know him."
Song Yaoyao also had a lot of doubts. "Hou Jiu, who is he?"
Someone who could make Hou Jiu feel danger was definitely not a good person.
Hou Jiu's lips twitched, but he couldn't smile at all.
"A bad guy."
Song Yaoyao: "…"
"In short, Miss Song, you did the right thing. Don't get too close to this person. He's dangerous. He's not a good person. "
Song Yaoyao blinked. "Hou Jiu, you look like …"
"What?"
"A man who couldn't get his ex-boyfriend, and love turned into hate …?"
Hou Jiu: "…"
This joke wasn't funny at all!
Thank you.
She didn't read the letter Song Yaoyao.
Sometimes, she believed in her own feelings.
For example, when she touched the letter in her hand, her first feeling was unhappiness.
If he did, it might make her even more unhappy.
Therefore, Song Yaoyao chose not to watch it.
She tucked the letter into the book and pressed it in the bottom drawer.
She would read the letter again when she was in a good mood.
Before that, he decided to let it stay here quietly for the time being.
"Miss Song, Mr. Song is here to visit you. Do you want to see him?"
The servant stood outside and gently knocked on the door, asking in a low voice.
Song Yaoyao paused and closed the drawer without a change in expression.
Her voice was very faint. "No."
There was no need to see him.
"Okay, I'll go down and reply to him."
Downstairs.
Song Wen-chuan saw the servant coming downstairs and asked expectantly, "Where's Yaoyao? Did she agree to see me? "
"Sorry."
The maid shook her head. "Miss Song is not feeling well and is resting in her room. So, she can't see you in person. to.
"Is she sick? Is it serious? Can I go up and see her? "
"Sorry.
The servant was very distressed. "Mr. Song, please don't make things difficult for me. Miss Song doesn't want to see you. Please leave."
Song Wenchuan could have just run past the servants and run upstairs, but in the end, he chose not to do so.
He didn't know which room Song Yaoyao was staying in. In fact, there was a possibility that he would be stopped as soon as he rushed up.
"Then … I'll come back tomorrow."
"Mr. Song."
The servant sent Song Wen-chuan to the door. "I don't know what happened between you and Miss Song, but I think Miss Song won't want to see you for a while."
Song Wen-chuan paused and turned to look at the servant who spoke.
She looked very young, in her early twenties. She looked ordinary and could barely be considered delicate. She was thin and weak, and her tone was very flat.
He took a breath and said in a low voice, "Did Yaoyao say this herself? She doesn't want to see me again? "
The servant looked at him quietly and silently admitted it.
"I got it."
Song Wen-chuan pursed his lips and the light in his eyes dimmed.
"Then I'll wait until she calms down. Sorry to trouble you."
After he finished speaking, he bent down to get into the car and left quickly.
The servant stood at the door and watched the car disappear into the distance.
(End of Chapter)
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