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Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 783 - Not Like Gege
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Chapter 783: Not Like Gege

Translator: Yunyi

Song Yaoyao did not like to fuss over many things, but that did not mean that she could really shake hands with Song Jingwan and make peace.

Especially since Song Jingwan even acted like a tolerant big sister.

“Yaoaoy... if you have something to say, let’s sit down and talk, okay?”

Song Wenchuan chased after her. He pulled Song Yaoyao’s arm and gently coaxed her, “If you don’t want to see Jingwan, I’ll tell her to go, okay? It’s my fault for what happened today. I’m sorry, don’t be angry.”

“I’m not angry.”

She suddenly felt amused.

Sometimes, she hated her rationality. She should have been more unreasonable.

Or she should have acted like Song Jingwan who was so selfish that she couldn’t see anyone but herself.

But she wasn’t Song Jingwan.

“You go back and eat. I’m leaving.”

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She was so strong that Song Wenchuan couldn’t hold her back. He watched helplessly as she brushed off his hand and turned around to leave.

For some reason, he began to panic.

It was as if she wasn’t just leaving this restaurant, but was leaving his life completely.

“Yaoyao, don’t do this!”

Song Jingwan quickly chased after her. She held back her tears and grabbed the bag in her hand. “If you don’t want to see me, I’ll just leave. This has nothing to do with Brother. I insisted on coming here. You guys eat, I’ll leave.”

After saying that, she said something to Song Wenchuan and quickly walked away with her head lowered.

“Jingwan...”

Song Wenchuan felt a splitting headache. He rubbed his forehead. “Yaoyao, do you have to do this?”

Both girls were his younger sisters. Humans weren’t plants. How could he be so heartless?

“Maybe.”

The young girl’s curly eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her eyes were misty, and her light red lips parted slightly. The words she said were exceptionally cold and indifferent.

“I won’t forgive her, never.”

Why did she have to pretend to be a close sister? Did she look like a good person? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ (f)ire

Song Jingwan owed her a life, and she would get it back sooner or later.

“Okay, okay, okay, if you don’t want to forgive her, then don’t.” Song Wenchuan knew that he had no position to interfere in Song Yaoyao’s matters, so he lowered his head and said, “Let’s go back for dinner, okay? This time, it’s my fault.”

He was extremely regretful. He shouldn’t have agreed to Song Jingwan’s request so easily.

When Song Yaoyao entered the private room and saw Song Jingwan’s smirk, Song Wenchuan realized that something was wrong.

But it was too late.

The young girl was delicate and beautiful. It was unknown when the baby fat on her face had faded. When she didn’t smile, she gave off a strong sense of coldness.

“No.”

Song Yaoyao forced a smile and the corners of her lips curled up.

How could she have felt that he resembled her brother?

He did treat her well, but that was all. If it was her brother, he would not tolerate anyone else in his heart.

The current situation would not even have the possibility of happening.

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Because her brother would have already dealt with all the things that she hated before this.

In fact, he would never let this annoying thing appear in front of her eyes.

“Yaoyao...”

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes and took a step back to avoid Song Wenchuan’s hand.

She smiled very gently. “I don’t owe anyone anything.”

Song Wenchuan treated her well, so she snatched back Song Wenchuan’s life.

But from now on, she was a stranger again.

She really hated sharing with others.

On this point, she might have something in common with Song Jingwan.

Song Wenchuan was completely flustered. He stared blankly at his empty palm, as if he had lost something.

“Yaoyao, listen to me. Yaoyao...”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Song.”

Huo Si was like a wall of meat, blocking in front of Song Wenchuan.