Chapter 83 The Slut Has His Own Money (3)

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

This time, it was the same as before, when the text message was sent, there was no response.

Song Qingchun stared at the phone screen and waited for a while. She knew that the owner of this number would never reply to her text messages, but she still stubbornly sent another message: "Who the hell are you?"

She has changed her mobile phone many times in the past two years, but every time she will import the content sent to her by this number to the new mobile phone.

At this moment, she waited for a reply with a glimmer of hope. Waiting was a bit boring, so she read all the messages sent to herself by this number over the years from beginning to end.

Counting them down, the sum of the text messages sent by the two of them is only more than 20, and more than half of them are about her asking who he is.

Every text message he sent was simple and straightforward, straight to the point, as if he was afraid that if he said more, people would find out who he was.

When she was the high-ranking young lady of the Song family in the past, 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 after a short period of curiosity, and then she left it behind.

But now, there are only a handful of friends left around her, and many of them have asked her for help, but now she asks them for help, but they can hide and push as they can, wishing to have nothing to do with her unrelated strangers.

She had heard many beautiful words before, but at this time, in the dead of night, thinking about the changes in the Song family in the past few months, and looking at the boring text messages sent to her by this number, a touch of emotion emerged in her heart for no reason. .

In fact, in this world... when she was at her worst... 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 become strong.

She used to stand so humble downstairs in Su Zhinian's company, waiting for him day after day. She also used to let the other party say extremely insulting words in order to retain investment for Song's enterprise. Treat yourself as a commodity.

She looked very indifferent, but she was always very sad in her heart. Many times when she was alone in the dead of night and couldn't sleep, 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 phone screen that hadn't received a reply, pondered for a while, and finally sent another text message: "Thank you."

No matter who you are, no matter what purpose you have, I am very grateful, thank you for making me not so desperate in my darkest time.

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"Excuse me, who are you?"

"who are you?"

"Thanks."

This is the first time... He sent her a text message, but she replied three times.

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