Chapter 905
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See Song Wen-chuan
Upon hearing this, Song Yaoyao felt a little better.
She pouted her red lips and scratched her brainless chin. The kitten, which had wanted to slip away just now, was nestled in her arms. Soon, it was purring and squinting its eyes comfortably.
"However, medical standards are so advanced now, and the Song family doesn't lack money. It's not impossible to recover. "
Tang Xinrou shrugged and said casually.
She didn't gloat over Song Jingwan's misfortune. At most, she just felt that she had done too many bad things and had received retribution.
Song Yaoyao's dark eyelashes drooped, and the light in the room passed through the gaps in her eyelashes, casting a row of radiant shadows in her eyes.
Quiet and tranquil.
His entire body exuded a joyful aura.
That night, she felt someone push her hard from behind. Her head hit a rock and her body hurt. Under the white lightning, Song Yaoyao saw a familiar face.
Therefore, the reason why Song Jingwan appeared on the mountain was not by chance, but on purpose.
Unfortunately, he suffered the consequences of his own actions.
"Miss Song, Mr. Song wants to see you."
The weather was good. Song Yaoyao squatted in the greenhouse to tend to the flowers and plants. Her ankle was still injured, so she couldn't walk around.
These days, Huo Yunque treated his home as his second office. All the documents that needed to be processed were moved to his home. He had to keep Song Yaoyao in his line of sight at all times. Once Song Yaoyao disappeared for more than five minutes, he would feel uneasy.
It was probably the aftereffects of that night.
The man who used to be high and mighty and insufferably arrogant now had a weakness and could no longer return to the altar.
"Song Wen-chuan?"
Song Yaoyao raised her head.
She held a small hoe in her hand and wore a set of soft, light yellow home clothes. Her jet-black hair was tied loosely behind her head, and a few strands of hair hung by the side of her face.
Red lips, white teeth, and limpid eyes.
Hou Jiu lowered his head. "Yes."
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, glanced at Huo Yunque, and nodded. "Tell him to come directly to the greenhouse."
The greenhouse was very big, and there was even a small office area inside.
Song Yaoyao sat in the wheelchair and let Ho Si push her over.
Seeing Song Yaoyao again, Song Wen-chuan's face showed a moment of realization, as if a lifetime had passed.
In less than a year, things had changed.
Song Wen-chuan's throat was dry. He looked at Song Yaoyao. She seemed to be doing well. Huo Yunque had made up for the love she had missed for more than ten years.
"Yaoyao, are you alright?"
His concerned gaze made Song Yaoyao lower her eyes and avert her gaze.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."
Such a distant conversation made Song Wen-chuan's lips twitch, but he didn't resent Song Yaoyao at all. He deserved it. The Song family owed her. Song Jingwan owed her.
Even he had to bear the crime of being a bystander.
"I …" Song Wen-chuan's words were dry. "I heard that you had an accident two days ago, so I came over, but …"
He smiled bitterly and didn't continue.
It wasn't easy to enter the Huo family.
"You've been here before?" Song Yaoyao was surprised. "Sorry, I didn't know."
"It's okay."
Back then, Song Yaoyao was injured, so it was normal for her not to see guests.
The two of them were speechless. It wasn't easy to cultivate some feelings for each other back then, but as time passed, they became estranged again.
After a long time, Song Wen-chuan finally said softly, "Yaoyao, can I ask you for a favor?"
"No."
Song Yaoyao refused decisively.
She held the cat in her arms and looked at Song Wen-chuan quietly. Her clear black eyes were clear with love and hatred.
(End of chapter)
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