Madam, president loves you secrectly

Wenbo looked at her in the rearview mirror, and then he even smiled low and said, "Miss sissy, do you have a different feeling for young master Junxiao? From what you told me, the theme of none of your words is not on young master Junxiao."

Song Manxi was slightly stunned. There was a slight ripple in his heart. It was gentle and soft. I don't know why.

Is she really like that? No, it's just concern.

Her stunned eyes also fell on the bottom of Wenbo's eyes: "Miss sissy, can you tell Wenbo why you care so much about young master Junxiao, young master Junlin? It's said that you grew up together before you left Jiangcheng at the age of eight. Do you only sympathize with young master Junxiao? What's your feeling about young master Junlin?"

sympathy? Feeling?

Song Manxi never thought that Wenbo would ask himself this: should a 15-year-old child care for his childhood playmates be related to sympathy? Even sympathy, shouldn't it?

Shouldn't he care when he is down?

At that time, song Manxi didn't understand the reason why Wen Bo asked this sentence, and didn't understand whether there was only sympathy. In fact, many years later, she knew later that she was always much slower than Jun Xiao. She loved him, supported him, cared for him at the most lost time of his life, and retained happiness earlier.

Song Manxi bit her lips, and her hair fell on her cheeks. The cool wind blew, and even the hesitation at the bottom of her eyes was covered. She stopped talking, like thinking, more like acquiescence.

Wenbo's smile at the bottom of his eyes was stiff. He continued to drive with his head down, but his voice changed and was a little dumb: "Miss sissy, if that's really the case, I think you'd better not help him. Maybe if you don't help him, you'll be better for him. Maybe young master Junxiao will come back one day after he thinks through."

Song Manxi clenched his fist and was disappointed. It was the embarrassment after the teacher criticized him for not doing his homework well. In fact, she wanted to help, but now Wenbo said so, and aunt Yao became a lobbyist, which hurt her confidence.

Help or not? She suddenly found that the distance between herself and her two little brothers was not seven years, but 70000 light-years.

We are separated too much, but we always don't care. We think it can be regarded as not happening, but at some time, the distance will be mentioned by others.

She bowed her head, stirred her fingers, and nodded, "well, I see."

If you don't help, don't help. Maybe Wenbo is right. Since brother Junxiao is so unhappy in Jun's house, why should she let him give up himself for the appearance she imagined in her heart? Maybe if you don't get involved, Grandpa Jun can talk to brother Jun Xiao earlier.

She grew up in the countryside when she was eight years old. Many people there would have different views when looking at her. Perhaps it was because her mother married a powerful man. She was often stopped by those people outside school to ask for insurance premiums. At first, she would go up like a little old tiger and shout for a fight and be beaten all over with blood, After beating others all over with blood, he didn't know what was wrong and caused trouble for grandma again and again.

On several occasions, she was admitted to the hospital, so that she was the most worried person before grandma died.

At the beginning, she would complain to her father and mother. Her father smashed the money into the school. Things calmed down, but later it let those people advance an inch.

I don't know when she began to pester others like when she was a child, and she also began to learn to gradually bury her mind.