Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Nolan, who was walking quietly, suddenly turned around. “Little Cutie, will you really not consider being my friend?”

Song Yaoyao’s small face tensed up as she politely refused.

“Thank you, but no.”

Her brother did not even want to be friends with this person. It was obvious that he was not a good person!

“Oh… that’s a pity.”

Nolan shrugged. “But I won’t give up.”

He smiled at Song Yaoyao harmlessly and left.

Huo Jiu could not relax for a long time afterwards. He looked at Song Yaoyao as if he was trying to organize his words, but he did not know how to ask her what he wanted to know.

“I don’t know him.”

Song Yaoyao had many questions of her own. “Huo Jiu, who… who is he?”

Someone who could make Huo Jiu feel threatened was definitely not a good person.

Huo Jiu pursed his lips, unable to laugh at all.

“A bad person.”

Song Yaoyao: “…”

“In short, Miss Song, you did the right thing. Don’t get too close to this person. He’s very dangerous and not a good person.”

Song Yaoyao blinked. “Huo Jiu, you look like…”

“What?”

“A man who can’t get his ex-boyfriend, so his love has gradually transformed into hatred…”

Huo Jiu: “…”

This joke was not funny at all!

…

Song Yaoyao did not read the letter.

Sometimes, she was determined to trust her own feelings.

For example, when she touched the letter in her hand, she felt a sense of unhappiness.

If she read it, it might cause her to be even more unhappy.

Therefore, Song Yaoyao chose not to read it.

She put the letter into a book and placed it in the bottom of her drawer.

One day, when she was in a good mood, she would take this letter out again and read it.

Before that, she would let it stay there quietly.

“Miss Song, Young Master Song is here to visit you. Do you want to see him?”

The maid stood outside and gently knocked on the door, asking in a low voice.

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

Her voice was very faint. “No.”

There was no need to see him.

“Alright, I’ll go down and reply to him right away.”

Downstairs.

Song Wenchuan saw the maid come downstairs and asked expectantly, “Where’s Yaoyao? Did she agree to see me?”

“I’m sorry.”

The maid shook her head. “Miss Song is not feeling well and is resting in her room. Therefore, she can’t see you personally. Please return, Mr. Song.”

“Is she sick? Is it serious? Can I go up to see her?”

“I’m sorry.”

The maid was very distressed. “Please don’t make things difficult for me, Young Master Song. Miss Song doesn’t want to see you. Please go back.”

Song Wenchuan could have directly bypassed the maid and rushed upstairs, but he did not choose to do so in the end.

He did not know which room Song Yaoyao was staying in, and there was even a possibility that he would be stopped the moment he rushed up.

“Then… I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Young Master Song.”

The maid sent Song Wenchuan to the door. “I don’t know what happened between you and Miss Song, but I don’t think Miss Song will be willing to see you for a while.”

Song Wenchuan stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the maid who spoke.

She looked very young, in her early twenties. She had an ordinary appearance and could barely be considered delicate and pretty. She was thin and weak, and her tone was very flat.

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Did Yaoyao say this herself? She doesn’t want to see me again?”

The maid looked at him quietly and silently agreed.

“I got it.”

Song Wenchuan’s lips twitched, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

“Then I’ll talk to her after she calms down. Sorry to trouble you.”

After he finished speaking, he bent down and got into the car, leaving very quickly.

The maid stood at the door, watching the car disappear into the distance.