Chapter 905 Meeting Song Wenchuan

Hearing this, Song Yaoyao felt a little better.

She curled up her crimson lips and scratched her mindless chin. The kitten that was trying to escape just now was nestled in her arms, and soon it was purring and squinting its eyes comfortably.

"But now that the medical level is so advanced, the Song family is not short of money. It is not impossible to recover."

Tang Xinrou shrugged and said casually.

She didn't feel gloating about Song Jingwan's misfortune. At most, she just felt that she had done too many bad things and was getting retribution.

Song Yaoyao's dark eyelashes were lowered, and the indoor light passed through the gaps of her eyelashes, casting a row of radiating light and shadow under her eyes.

Quiet and tranquil.

His whole body exuded an aura of joy.

That night, she felt someone push her hard from behind. Her head hit the stone, and her whole body stung. Under the pale lightning, Song Yaoyao saw a familiar face.

Therefore, the reason why Song Jingwan appeared on the mountain was not accidental, but deliberate——

It's a pity that you will suffer the consequences.

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"Miss Song, Mr. Song wants to see you."

The weather was perfect, and Song Yaoyao was squatting in the flower room tending to the flowers and plants. Her ankle was still injured and she couldn't move around.

These days, Huo Yunque completely treats his home as his second office, and all the documents that need to be processed are moved to his home. Keep Song Yaoyao within his sight at all times. Once Song Yaoyao disappears for more than five minutes, he will feel uneasy.

Probably, it was the aftermath of that night.

The man who was once aloof and arrogant has a weakness and can never return to the altar.

"Song Wenchuan?"

Song Yaoyao raised her head.

She held a small hoe in her hand and was wearing a bright yellow housecoat with a soft texture. Her black hair was tied loosely behind her head, with a few strands of hair hanging playfully on her cheeks.

Her lips are red, her teeth are white, and her eyes are like autumn water.

Huo Jiu lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, glanced at Huo Yunche, and nodded, "You can ask him to come directly to the flower room."

This greenhouse is very large, and a small office area has been specially opened up inside.

Song Yaoyao got into the wheelchair and asked Huo Si to push her over.

Seeing Song Yaoyao again, Song Wenchuan's face showed a moment of astonishment, as if it was a lifetime ago.

In less than a year, everything has changed.

Song Wenchuan's throat felt dry. He looked at Song Yaoyao. She seemed to be doing well. Huo Yunque made up for the love she had lost for more than ten years.

"Yaoyao, are your injuries okay?"

His concerned look made Song Yaoyao lower her eyes and hide away.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

After such an alienated conversation, Song Wenchuan twitched his lips, but he had no idea of ​​resentment against Song Yaoyao. It was his own fault. The Song family owed it to her, and Song Jingwan owed it to her.

Even he was guilty of standing by and watching.

"I..." Song Wenchuan spoke dryly, "I came here two days ago when I heard something happened to you, but..."

He smiled bitterly and said nothing.

It is not easy to enter the Huo family.

"Have you been here?" Song Yaoyao was surprised, "Sorry, I don't know."

"fine."

Song Yaoyao was injured at the beginning, so it was normal for her not to see guests.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and the slight relationship they had managed to cultivate at first became alienated again over time.

After a long time, Song Wenchuan finally said softly: "Yaoyao, can I ask you something?"

"no."

Song Yaoyao simply refused decisively.

She held the cat in her arms and looked at Song Wenchuan quietly, with a pair of black and clear eyes that clearly showed love and hate.