Chapter 791 Mr. Second Personality's Friend

"brother……"

When she was born, her elder brother had skipped grades continuously and went to junior high school.

When she learned to write, her brother taught her every stroke.

The pen is sharp, vigorous and powerful. Reading words is like looking at people, and the momentum of arrogant publicity blows toward your face.

Song Yao's heart sank.

With a dry throat, she licked her lips and asked calmly, "You and my brother, are you friends?"

Hearing this, Nolan coughed.

Song Yaoya suspected that she had hallucinations. She actually saw a trace of embarrassment in the eyes of the young priest.

But soon, when she wanted to take a closer look at the past, there was nothing left.

Nolan took it for granted: "Of course! He and I are very good friends!"

Song Yaoya did not read the letter the first time, "Song Wenchuan?"

She said a name.

Nolan bent his eyes, pure and holy temperament. He stared at Song Yaoya inclusively, shook his head, "No, no, I don't look down on him."

Song Yao's heart beats.

"I'm talking about Mr. Second Personality, although he hasn't appeared for a long time."

Nolan smiled mysteriously, with regret in his tone.

Song Yao's eyelashes dropped.

It's been a long time since it appeared.

"Now, you should believe me? Little cutie, there are a lot of people who want to make friends with me."

"What about you? Do you have any friends you want?"

This sentence changed Nolan's expression.

The subtle expression was fleeting, and he shrugged, "Probably, maybe... there is one?"

He was still a mysterious man who disliked him.

Song Yao was silent.

She had few people who could not understand, Huo Yunque was one, and the young priest in front of her was also one.

The breath on his body is so pure and clean.

No one can be spotless in such a big dyeing vat.

Unless, he is pretending.

"Let's talk, even if you don't believe me, don't you believe Song? I was entrusted by him."

Song Yaoya didn't know how much he knew, but was surprised at what her brother did with Song Wenchuan's body.

She pursed her lips, sullen her face, and walked over quietly.

Sit face to face.

After a long silence, Song Yaoya still couldn't bear the worries and doubts in his heart, "How much do you... know?"

In this regard, Nolan expressed helplessness.

Although he was very curious about that man, there was too little information for him to use. He did not believe that a car accident would make a mediocre person suddenly a genius.

Well, even though that Song Wenchuan is better than most people.

But everything is always afraid of comparison.

In Nolan's eyes, the judgment was made.

Although Nolan knows nothing, can he tell the truth?

of course not--

Nolan smiled, "I know everything."

This is the only person that Mr. Second Personality cares about. Perhaps, he can get some interesting information from this little angel.

however--

Song Yaoya nodded obediently, his slap-sized face was covered with innocence, and his pale red lips lightly opened, "Oh."

understood.

Nolan couldn't help but pulled the corners of his lips, "Oh?"

That's it?

It's over?

Don't say something else?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Song Yaoya bowed his head and avoided the topic completely.

She looked at the sealed letter in her hand, "Thank you very much for sending me the letter. By the way, should I call you-Father priest?"

"Oh, that's not necessary."

The priest smiled and said: "My name is very long, so you just call me Nolan directly."

how long?

good night

Today is also the day I want a monthly pass =V=

(End of this chapter)