Chapter 790： Letter from my brother

Chapter 790 Letter from My Brother

All morning, Song Yao was nestled in the flower room, closed his eyes and leisurely listening to the man reading poems for her.

He even used seven languages, and his melodious voice was incomprehensible and gentle.

Song Yaoya was not surprised at all, Huo Yunque would be so good.

This is the man she saw from the first glance.

From head to toe, even the strands of hair are pleasing to her.

Ease makes people lazy, this sentence is used to describe Song Yao's righteousness.

She didn't even remember when she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she was already on her big pink bed.

"brother?"

She rubbed her forehead and got up from the bed in a daze.

Huo Yunque's nice voice seemed to still be echoing in his mind.

Song Yaoyao couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Why forgot to record it."

It is definitely an excellent sleep ‘artifact’ before going to bed every night.

"Tuk tuk-"

The door rang, and Song Yaoya lay on the bed not wanting to move. Boringly asked: "Who?"

"Miss Song, it's me."

Uncle Zhang's voice rang through the door panel, causing Song Yaoyao to sit up all at once.

"Ah...Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"

"A visitor is visiting, would you like to see Miss Song?"

The guests?

Song Yaoya was confused.

When she walked into the study, she saw an unfamiliar face.

Song Yaoya swears that she has never seen this person.

"Oh, hello, pretty little angel."

The young priest stood up and greeted Song Yaoya with a smile.

He wore a rigorous black robe with a total of 33 buttons on his clothes, representing the 33 years that **** Christ lived. The dark golden cross hung on his chest, and he looked young, not like a priest, but like a cos with exquisite props.

"you know me?"

Song Yaoya stood at the door, tilted his head, and looked at him determinedly.

At the same time, Nolan is also looking at Song Yaoyao.

The light gold short hair is slightly curly, and the features are exquisite like angels in murals. The eye sockets are deep and the pupils are the color of the sky, clean and spotless.

Pale and fragile.

In Song Yaoyao's eyes, all this is an illusion.

No one's eyes can be as clear as glass, without any emotions.

His appearance revealed strangeness everywhere.

"Of course, I often hear about you."

Gentleman Nolan's salute, elegant and noble.

"However, I am limited to hearing that this is my first meeting with you. I hope it didn't scare you."

"Miss Song?"

Huo Jiu squinted and stared at Nolan warily, "You must be careful of this magic stick."

"God stick?"

Song Yao was dumbfounded, and looked at Nolan in surprise.

"Oh, okay, okay, maybe in the eyes of many people, I am indeed a stickman. It doesn't matter, God will forgive you."

Nolan smiled gently, "But please don't treat me as an enemy. In fact, I was only entrusted by others to bring you a letter."

"letter?"

Song Yaoyao is even more daunting. Do you still need to write letters in this age of advanced Internet?

unless--

She thought of a possibility, and it was indeed possible for a weird person like Nolan to know him.

"Huo Jiu, you are waiting for me outside."

Song Yaoya closed the door of the study and did not take the initiative to mention the name.

"Do I know the person who asked you to bring the letter?"

She fixedly stared at Nolan's blue eyes, not letting go of any clues.

"Very familiar."

Nolan smiled, took out the letter happily, and handed it to Song Yaoyao's hand.

"I think you should understand when you see this."

that's the truth.

Song Yaoya was too familiar with the writing on it.

(End of this chapter)