Chapter 790 Letter From My Brother

All morning, Song Yaoyao lay in the flower room, closed her eyes and leisurely listened to the man reading poems for her.

He even speaks seven languages, and his voice is as sweet as a harp, which is indescribably gentle.

Song Yaoyao was not surprised at all, Huo Yunque would be so good.

This is the man she has seen from the first sight.

From head to toe, even the hair is pleasing to her eyes.

Ease makes people lazy, and this sentence is apt to describe Song Yaoyao.

She didn't even remember when she fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she was already in her big pink bed.

"elder brother?"

She rubbed her forehead and got up from the bed in a daze.

Huo Yunque's pleasant voice seemed to still reverberate in his mind.

Song Yaoyao couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Why did you forget to record it?"

It is definitely an excellent "artifact" for coaxing sleep before going to bed every night.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The door rang, Song Yaoyao lay on the bed and didn't want to move. "Who is it?" he asked sullenly.

"Miss Song, it's me."

Uncle Zhang's voice sounded through the door, causing Song Yaoyao to sit up at once.

"Ah... Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"

"There are guests visiting, Miss Song, do you want to see me?"

guest?

Song Yaoyao was confused.

When she walked into the study, what she saw was an unfamiliar face.

Song Yaoyao swore that she had never seen this person.

"Oh, hello pretty little angel."

The young priest stood up and greeted Song Yaoyao with a smile.

He wears a strict black robe with a total of 33 buttons, representing the 33 years of Jesus Christ's life. The dark golden cross hangs on his chest. He doesn't look like a priest when he is young, but like a cos with exquisite props.

"you know me?"

Song Yaoyao stood at the door, tilted her head, and looked at him fixedly.

At the same time, Nolan was also looking at Song Yaoyao.

The light gold short hair is slightly curly, and the facial features are exquisite like the angels in the murals. The eye sockets are deep, and the pupils are the color of the sky, clean and spotless.

Pale and fragile.

In Song Yaoyao's view, all this is an illusion.

No one's eyes can be as clear as glass, without any emotion.

His appearance is full of strangeness.

"Of course, I often hear about you."

Nolan gentleman's salute is elegant and extravagant.

"However, it's limited to what I heard. This is my first meeting with you, I hope I didn't scare you."

"Miss Song?"

Huo Jiu squinted and stared at Nolan vigilantly, "You have to be careful of this magic stick."

"God stick?"

Song Yaoyao was stunned and looked at Nolan in surprise.

"Oh, well, well, maybe in the eyes of many people, I am indeed a magician. It's okay, God will forgive you."

Nolan smiled gently, "But please don't treat me as an enemy. In fact, I was just entrusted by others to bring you a letter."

"letter?"

Song Yaoyao is even more confused. In this age of Internet development, do you still need to write letters?

unless--

She thought of a possibility, and a weird person like Nolan might indeed know him.

"Huo Jiu, wait for me outside."

Song Yaoyao closed the door of the study and did not take the initiative to mention her name.

"Do I know the person who asked you to carry the letter?"

She fixedly stared at Nolan's blue eyes, not letting go of any clues.

"Very familiar."

Nolan smiled, took out the letter and handed it to Song Yaoyao.

"I think, seeing this, you should understand."

that's the truth.

Song Yaoyao was all too familiar with the handwriting on it.