Chapter 793 He Is a Bad Guy

Nolan, who was walking quietly, suddenly turned his head, "Little cute, do you really not consider being my friend?"

Song Yaoyao had a sullen face and politely refused.

"Thank you, no."

Her brother doesn't even make friends with this person. Obviously, he is not a good person!

"Oh...that's a pity."

Nolan shrugged, "However, I won't give up."

He smiled at Song Yaoyao, harmless to humans and animals.

Nolan is gone.

Huo Jiu couldn't relax for a long time. He looked at Song Yaoyao and seemed to be organizing the language, but he didn't know how to ask.

"I do not know him."

Song Yaoyao himself had many doubts, "Huo Jiu, who is he?"

People who can make Huo Jiu feel dangerous are definitely not good people.

Huo Jiu twitched his lips, unable to smile at all.

"A bad guy."

Song Yaoyao: "..."

"In short, Miss Song, you are right. Don't get too close to this person. He is very dangerous and not a good thing."

Song Yaoyao blinked, "Huo Jiu, you look like..."

"what?"

"A man who can't beg for his ex-boyfriend, and thus turns from love to hate...a man?"

Huo Jiu: "..."

This joke is not funny at all!

thanks.

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Xin Song Yaoyao didn't read it.

Sometimes she paranoid to believe their own feelings.

For example, when she touched the letter in her hand, the first feeling was that she was unhappy.

If you look at it, it may cause her to be more unhappy.

Therefore, Song Yaoyao chose not to watch it.

She put the letter into the book and pressed it to the bottom of the drawer.

When she is in a super good mood, she will read this letter again.

Until then, let it stay here quietly.

"Miss Song, Mr. Song has come to visit you, do you want to see me?"

The servant stood outside, knocked on the door lightly, and asked in a low voice.

Song Yaoyao paused, and then closed the drawer without changing her color.

The voice was very low, "No."

No need to see.

"Okay, then I'll go down and reply to him."

downstairs.

Song Wenchuan saw the servant coming downstairs, and asked expectantly, "Where's Miaoyao? Did she agree with me?"

"Feel sorry."

The servant shook his head, "Miss Song is unwell and is resting in her room. So there is no way to see you in person, please ask Mr. Song to come back."

"She's sick? Is it serious? Can you let me go up and see her?"

"Feel sorry."

The servant was very distressed, "I also ask Mr. Song not to make things difficult for me. Miss Song doesn't want to see you. Please come back."

Song Wenchuan could actually rush upstairs directly over the servant, but he did not choose to do so in the end.

He didn't know which room Song Yaoyao lived in, and it was even possible that he would be stopped the moment he rushed up.

"Then... I'll come back tomorrow."

"Mr. Xiao Song."

The servant took Song Wenchuan to the door, "I don't know what happened between you and Miss Song, but I don't think Miss Song wants to see you in a short time."

Song Wenchuan paused and turned to look at the talking servant.

She looked young, in her early twenties. He was ordinary in appearance, barely fair, thin and frail, and his tone of voice was flat.

He took a breath and said in a low voice, "Is this what Miaoyao said? She doesn't want to see me again?"

The servant looked at him quietly, acquiescing.

"I see."

Song Wenchuan twitched the corners of his lips, the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

"Then I'll wait for her to calm down, please."

After he finished speaking, he bent over to get into the car and left quickly.

The servant stood at the door, watching the car go away and disappear.