Chapter 905 Do You Know That My Heart Can Hurt Too

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and threw the two little kittens out.

He turned around and suddenly grabbed her chin.

Then, my dear student Song Yaoyao, can you be careful? My heart can hurt too.

Since his heart was beating only for her, Song Yaoyao had the obligation to take responsibility for him.

Song Yaoyaos heart trembled. She quickly looked up and met the mans deep eyes.

There seemed to be a black fog surging within, hiding emotions that made ones heart sink.

Her nose became sore and her heart ached even more.

Im sorry Gege.

Song Yaoyao started her life of recuperating at home. Although she regretted missing out on many new activities, she could tell what was most important.

In ones life, there would always be many regrets, no matter who it was.

It was not until the fourth day after she woke up that Song Yaoyao was allowed to touch her phone.

There was no news about her on the internet. It must have been suppressed.

But soon, a topic that interested Song Yaoyao entered her eyes.

[Song Jingwans face disfigured]

What happened during the few days she was away?

In a bedroom on the second floor of Song Manor.

The maid stood outside the door in fear and trepidation as soup seeped out beneath the door.

Inside, a girls sharp roar could be heard.

Get lost! All of you get lost! I dont want to see anyone. Get lost, get lost!

Miss, you havent eaten for a day

Bang!

A heavy object hit the door.

The servant was instantly silenced.

Get lost!

The voice inside was almost hoa.r.s.e.

Song Wenchuan pressed his temples and held onto the handrail of the stairs. He stood where he was and waited for the dizziness to pa.s.s.

The entire Song Manor was now frighteningly empty. After Mu Wei graduated from high school, she had chosen to go abroad.

Meanwhile, Song Rui was still in prison, waiting for his judgment, and Zhou Manli had also gone abroad. This was her own insistence.

She had never believed in the medical skills of the country, so she went on a hunger strike to protest and demanded to go abroad.

Since that was the case, Song Wenchuan hired a professional bodyguard to accompany Zhou Manli.

In the past, the family might not have been happy, but they could still maintain their superficial prosperity. But now, even Song Wenchuan felt that the pressure of life was like a huge rock, pressing down on him, making him unable to breathe.

At times like this, Song Wenchuan often had a thought.

If only the other personality in his body could come out and help him.

He admitted that he was a coward and wanted to escape.

Young Master.

The maid squatted on the ground to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain. When she heard footsteps, she turned around and shook her head. The Young Miss still refuses to eat.

I understand.

Song Wenchuan took a deep breath and managed to pull himself together.

You go and rest first. Ill go and see her.

After sending the maid downstairs, Song Wenchuan raised his hand.

Knock, knock, knock.

I told you to get lost. Are you deaf? Scram!

Jingwan, its me.

The room was silent for a few minutes. Song Wenchuan stood outside the door and waited quietly.

After a long time

Song Jingwan said in a low voice, I dont want to see anyone right now. Wenchuan, you should leave too.

Then Song Wenchuan closed his eyes. If youre ever hungry or you want to talk to me, remember to come out.

Okay.

The lights were not turned on in the room. Only the pale moonlight shone through the gla.s.s.

There were many shadows.

The girl sat in front of the dressing table and opened her mouth gently.

Her eyes were malicious. She suddenly reached out and pulled off the gauze on her face.

On her cheek, there was a hideous wound that had been st.i.tched up!