Chapter 791 The Friend of Mr. Second Personality

"elder brother……"

When she was born, her brother had skipped grades continuously and was in junior high school.

When she learned to write, it was her brother who taught her stroke by stroke.

The pen is sharp, vigorous and powerful. Reading words is like reading people, and the arrogance and arrogance come to me.

Song Yaoyao's heart sank.

Her throat was dry, she licked her lips and asked calmly, "Are you and my brother friends?"

Hearing this, Nolan coughed.

Song Yaoyao suspected that she was hallucinating, and she saw a trace of embarrassment in the young priest's eyes.

But soon, when she wanted to take a closer look, there was nothing left.

Nolan said of course: "Of course! He and I are very good friends!"

Song Yaoyao didn't read the letter immediately, "Song Wenchuan?"

She said a name.

Nolan rolled his eyes, his temperament was pure and holy. He stared at Song Yaoyao tolerantly and shook his head, "No, no, I don't look down on 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, with regret in his tone.

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes.

It hasn't appeared in a long time.

"Now, you should trust me, right? Cutie, there are many people who want to make friends with me."

"What about you? Do you have any friends you want?"

This sentence changed Nolan's expression.

The subtle expression was fleeting, and he shrugged, "Probably, maybe...there is one?"

He was a man who was both mysterious and despised him.

Song Yaoyao was silent.

There are few people she doesn't understand, Huo Yunque is one, and so is the young priest in front of her.

The breath on his body was so pure, it was too clean.

Living in such a big dye vat, no one can be spotless.

Unless, he is pretending.

"Let's talk, even if you don't believe me, don't you believe in Song? I was entrusted by him."

Song Yaoyao didn't know how much he knew, but she was surprised that her own brother was still using Song Wenchuan's body to do what.

She pursed her lips, frowned, and walked over quietly.

Sit face to face.

After a long silence, Song Yaoyao was still unable to resist the worries and doubts in her heart, "How much do you... know?"

In this regard, Nolan expressed helplessness.

Although he was curious about that man, there was too little information for him to use. He didn't believe that a car accident would make a mediocre person suddenly a genius.

Well, even though that Song Wenchuan is good enough compared to most people.

But there is always a fear of comparison.

In Nolan's eyes, a judgment is made.

Although Nolan doesn't know anything, can he tell the truth?

of course not--

Nolan smiled, "I know everything."

This is the only person that Mr. Second Personality cares about. Perhaps, he can get some interesting information from this little angel.

However--

Song Yaoyao nodded obediently, her palm-sized face was full of innocence, and her pale red lips parted lightly, "Oh."

understood.

Nolan couldn't help twitching his lips, "Oh?"

That's it?

it's over?

Don't say anything else?

As if he knew what he was thinking, Song Yaoyao lowered his head and avoided the topic completely.

She looked at the sealed letter in her hand, "Thank you very much for sending the letter for me, by the way, should I call you-sir Father?"

"Oh, that's not necessary."

The priest smiled and said, "My name is very long, so you can just call me Nolan."

how long?

Good night

Today is also the day I want a monthly pass =V=