Song Qingchun's fingers holding the phone, trembling slightly because of excitement, after a while, she lowered her head and replied to a message that she had sent to this number many times: "Excuse me, who are you?" ”

This time, as before, the text message was sent like a stone in the sea, and there was no response.

Song Qingchun stared at the phone screen and waited for a long time, she knew that the owner of this number would not reply to her text message at all, but she still stubbornly sent another message: "Who are you?" ”

She has changed her phone many times in the past two years, but each time she will channel the content sent to her by this number into a new phone.

At this time, she waited for a reply with a glimmer of hope, and she was a little bored waiting, so she read the messages sent to her by this number over the years from beginning to end.

After counting it carefully, the text messages sent by the two people together were only more than 20, and most of them were still asked by her who he was.

Each of his text messages is simple and straightforward, straight to the point, as if he is afraid that if he says more, people will find out who he is.

In the past, when she was the high-ranking eldest lady of the Song family, her life was always colorful and glamorous, and she was always surrounded by friends who praised her true or false.

At that time, she was not without curiosity about this number, but it was only a brief curiosity, and then she left it behind.

But now, there are only a handful of friends around her, many of whom have asked her for help, but now that she goes to them for help, they can hide and push, and they wish to be strangers who have nothing to do with her.

In the past, she had heard a lot of beautiful words, but at this time, in the dead of night, she thought of the changes in the Song family in the past few months, and looked at the boring text messages sent to her by this number that had no human touch at all, but a trace of emotion appeared in her heart inexplicably.

In fact, in this world...... At her most downfall...... She wasn't really abandoned......

She has never been a strong person, she has always lived under the protection of Song Menghua and Song Cheng, but the reality forced her to be strong.

She once stood so humbly downstairs in Su Zhinian's company, waiting for him day after day, she also allowed the other party to say extremely insulting words in order to retain investment for Song's enterprise, and she even traded herself as a commodity for Song's enterprise.

She didn't care about it, but she was always sad in her heart, and many times when she couldn't sleep alone in the dead of night, she would feel very lonely.

However, this text message, at this moment, made her feel warm.

This kind of warmth made Song Qingchun's heart soften a lot, she looked at the mobile phone screen that had never waited for a reply, pondered for a while, and finally sent another text message: "Thank you." ”

Whoever you are, whatever your purpose is, I'm so grateful that you have kept me from despairing in my darkest moments.

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"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Thank you."

This is the first time...... He texted her, and she actually replied with three.

Su Zhinian stood in front of the bookcase, staring at the three text messages received intermittently on his mobile phone for a long time before turning off the mobile phone, putting it back in the original drawer, and locking it.