CHAPTER IX
Everyone looked at Song Luoluo in surprise, and Su Qiaoqiao couldn't help asking, "Luoluo, don't you remember us?"
"Did you recognize the wrong person? Song Luoluo asked.
Yan Weichen glanced at Song Luoluo, and then said, "You get out of the airport and take No. 14 directly to Shanghai University." β
Song Luoluo nodded and said, "Okay, thank you." β
After the hurried parting that day, Song Luoluo's shadow often appeared in front of Yan Weichen's eyes, to be honest, he hated her, he hated her ruthlessness at that time!
γNanjing Roadγ
Yan Weichen was sitting in the garden of the welfare home, and the new director, Ding Lin, led a little girl over and said, "Mr. Yan, Xiaoya, I brought it to you." β
Yan Weichen smiled gently, he looked at Xiao Ya and asked, "Xiao Ya, are you willing to go home with me?" After that, Xiao Ya let go of Ding Lin's hand and approached Yan Weichen's arms, "Dad." β
As soon as the words fell, Song Luoluo came in with a bag of books, Ding Lin hurriedly stepped forward, took the things in Song Luoluo's hand, and said enthusiastically: "Miss Song, you haven't been here for a while." β
"I had something to do the other day. Song Luoluo responded with a smile.
At this time, Xiao Ya in Yan Weichen's arms pointed at Song Luoluo and asked softly, "Dad, is she her mother?"
"Daddy will find you a good mother. Yan Weichen explained. Just as Yan Weichen was about to leave, he was stopped by Song Luoluo, "It's you! Thank you for showing me the way that day." β
What! Does she remember me?
Yan Weichen was very surprised, but he still didn't change his face and said, "It turned out to be you." You don't have to be so polite. β
"My name is Song Luoluo, what about you?"
β...... Yan Weichen. β
"Is this your daughter? so cute, your wife must be beautiful. β
"My daughter Xiaoya. "Her mother is very beautiful, but she is not in good health, and she died just after giving birth to her three years ago!"
Song Luoluo was instantly embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." β
"He who does not know is not guilty. β
As soon as the words fell, Xiaoya stretched out her hands to Song Luoluo, "Mom, hug!"
Song Luoluo was very surprised, she looked at Yan Weichen puzzled, but she got an even more puzzled answer, "You can be her mother." However, Song Luoluo subconsciously took Xiao Ya in Yan Weichen's arms, but she looked embarrassed, she didn't know what to say.
Yan Weichen's face suddenly sank, he snatched Xiao Ya from Song Luoluo's arms, and then left in stride, leaving Song Luoluo who was still confused, at this time Ding Lin suddenly said: "Miss Song, Mr. Yan is a good person." β
At this moment, Song Luoluo just wanted to say: What kind of fairy plot is this!
That night, Song Luoluo sat at the desk, took the last pill, and then wrote down: I have thought about a lot of things recently, but I still can't remember the man in my dream, I always feel that he has always been by my side. Should I take the initiative to look for it, but in this vast sea of people, where do I go to find it?
The next day, a 24-hour convenience store opened opposite the [People's Hospital], and Yan Weichen had just parked the car at this time, and when he was about to go to work, he almost knocked down Song Luoluo, who was looking down at the newspaper.
"Mr. Yan, it's you!"
Yan Weichen glanced at the newspaper in Song Luoluo's hand, which was marked with a red pen, so he asked, "Are you looking for a job?"
"yes!"
As soon as the words fell, Xiaoya in Yan Weichen's arms cried and said, "I don't want to go to the hospital, it doesn't smell good there." β
"Be good, obedient, my aunt is sick and can't take care of you, follow Dad. Yan Weichen coaxed gently, but he couldn't stop Xiao Ya, Song Luoluo suddenly said: "Xiao Ya, follow me, okay?"
Xiaoya immediately stopped crying, and reached out to go to Song Luoluo's arms, but Yan Weichen was obviously unwilling, and then Song Luoluo asked, "Can you let me be your nanny?"
As soon as the words fell, Yan Weichen looked at Song Luoluo in surprise, and said after a while: "Jintai Mansion, the west house on the third floor of Building 5." I'll negotiate my salary after work. β
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Yan!"