Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 905: See Song Wenchuan

Chapter 905 See Song Wenchuan

Hearing this, Song Yaoya felt better.

She curled her crimson lips and scratched her mindless chin. The kitten who was about to slip away just now nestled in her arms, and quickly snored and narrowed her eyes comfortably.

"But now the medical level is so advanced, and 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 experience, at most she just felt that she had done too many bad things and received retribution.

Song Yao's black eyelashes were drooping, and the light in the room passed through the gap between her eyelashes, casting a beam of light and shadow on the bottom of her eyes.

Quiet and calm.

There was a pleasant atmosphere all over.

That night, she felt someone pushed her hard from behind. Bumping his head on the stone, his whole body stabbed, and under the pale lightning, Song Yaoya saw a familiar face.

Therefore, Song Jingwan appeared on the mountain, not accidentally, but deliberately——

It's a pity, it's self-sufficient.

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

The weather was just right, and Song Yaoya squatted in the flower room to care for the flowers and plants. Her ankle was still hurt and she couldn't walk around.

These days, Huo Yunque completely regarded his home as his second office location, and moved all the documents that needed to be processed to his home. Always keep Song Yaoya within his sight. Once Song Yaoya disappeared for more than five minutes, he would feel uneasy.

Probably, it was a sequelae left to him that night.

The man who was once aloof and invincible, with weakness, can never return to the altar.

"Song Wenchuan?"

Song Yao raised his head.

She was holding a small **** in her hand, and she was wearing a bright yellow house coat with soft texture. A jet-black hair was loosely tied behind his head, and a few strands of broken hair hung playfully on his cheeks.

The lips are red and the teeth are white, and the eyes are like autumn water.

Huo Jiu bowed his head, "Yes."

Song Yao pressed his lips, glanced at Huo Yunque, and nodded, "Let him come directly to the flower room."

This flower room is very large, and a small office area is specially opened inside.

Song Yaoya got on the wheelchair and let Huo Si push her over.

Seeing Song Yaoyao again, Song Wenchuan's face appeared for a moment, as if he had passed away.

In less than a year, everything is wrong.

Song Wenchuan's throat was dry, and he looked at Song Yaoyao, she seemed to be doing well. Huo Yunque compensated for her lack of love for more than ten years.

"Faint, is your injury okay?"

His caring eyes made Song Yaoyao lower his eyes and avoid it.

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

Song Wenchuan pulled his lips at such an alienated conversation, but he could not feel resentful against Song Yao at all. It was he who made it up for himself, the Song family owed her, Song Jingwan owed her.

Even he was charged with the crime of sitting idly by.

"I..." Song Wenchuan spoke dryly, "I was here when I heard that you had an accident two days ago, but..."

He gave a wry smile and didn't say anything.

It is not easy to join the Huo family.

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

"It's okay."

When Song Yaoyao was injured, it was normal not to see guests.

The two were relatively speechless, and the slight feelings that they had finally cultivated at the beginning have become alienated again over time.

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

"No way."

Song Yaoyao resolutely refused.

She held the cat in her arms, and looked at Song Wenchuan quietly, her black and clear eyes clearly distinguished between love and hatred.