But no if

  "Ow......" Fang Zhuo yelled out in pain, covering his head with his hands, "Sister, don't hit so hard, I haven't found a girlfriend yet, if I become stupid, I'll never find one!"

  "Shut up!" Yu Luo's face turned cold and he suddenly became serious.

  Fang Zhuo knew he had misspoken, and with a wronged expression, rubbed the back of his head, and couldn't help but say that his future sister-in-law was indeed ruthless. He didn't dare to disobey her, or else he feared his brother would skin him alive. Fang Zhuo tried to appease Yu Luo: "Okay, okay, I won't call out anymore, is that alright? Don't be angry."

  Fang Zhuo suddenly remembered that he had just said something, but it was only in his mind. He looked at Song Min with an awkward expression, his eyes full of sincerity: "Song Song, I'm really sorry, I didn't think before speaking earlier."

  "It doesn't matter." Song Min forced a smile, with this kind of intelligence, it's better not to interact with him...

  Fang Zhuo paused, why did he see disdain on Song Song's face... He really just focused too much on the photo and spoke without thinking, it really had nothing to do with his IQ!!!

  Song Min's mouth twitched again, and he hastily lowered his head to take a sip of milk.

  "Afterwards, Song Song's column will have photos." Fang Zhuo continued to look at the photos with his head down and only came out with this sentence after a long time. Before that, Song Song refused to provide photos, resulting in her column always having cartoon characters, but finally got the photos this time.

  Song Min was speechless, and she knew he took her picture for his column... Song Min suddenly wasn't angry anymore.

  ……

  "Song Song, I'm seriously asking you to consider writing an autobiography," Yu Luo said very solemnly to Song Min at the end of their conversation. "Just change the names and locations, it won't be exposed."

  Yu Luo clearly understood Song Min's concerns. This little girl was not eager for quick success or profit, nor was she frivolous. The words she wrote were all in line with her heart, without a hint of pretentiousness. Although the output was not high, the quality of each piece was very high, and it could be called a masterpiece. This is also the reason why he has so many fans even though his works are not that many.

  Nowadays, autobiographical romance is so popular, Yu Luo really wants Song Min to try it out.

  "Hmm, I'll think about it then." As Song Min left, he felt a bit relieved, thinking that sharing his story with others might not be so bad after all, just like Yu Luo said, she had already shared a lot on Weibo without realizing it.

  "Hey, this Song Song is probably the best-looking among all our signed authors, right?" After Song Min left, Fang Zhuo looked through all the photos again. The ones that were taken weren't bad, but Song Song had no expression on his face...

  Yu Luo said coolly: "Unfortunately, she has a boyfriend."

  Fang Zhuo: "......"

  Millions of grass mud horses whizzing by in his mind, Fang Zhuo thought that if he looked good, the post-editing wouldn't be so troublesome...

  After leaving the cafe, Song Min thought of finding a place to eat. He originally wanted to invite Yu Luo for a meal, but she and Fang Zhuo had something on in the afternoon and couldn't have dinner together.

  Song Min was browsing for good food near his location on Meituan when Yu Jingran called him.

  "Hello?"

  "Where are you?" Yu Jingran asked where Song Min was as soon as he came up.

  "Xi Fu Road." Song Min searched around for the name of the store, although it was a workday, there were still quite a few people in this commercial district, and she had no idea why Yu Jingran would suddenly call her.

  "Look across the street."

  Song Min looked across the street, Yu Jingran was dressed neatly, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a phone, waving at Song Min.

  It's human-like and dog-like, full of elite temperament.

  Song Min drew a few black lines on his forehead, hung up the phone and crossed the road to stand in front of Yu Jingran, who was indeed wealthy, yet still made a call over such a short distance.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Why don't we just have dinner together when we meet?" Yu Jingran was really quite helpless. Among the few of them, Song Min was the only one who didn't take him seriously, but their grudge had been formed since childhood, and it was all because he used to bully Song Min too much when they were young, although he always ended up getting bullied back by Qu Ran and Song Qing.

  "Oh." Song Min responded with a sound, anyway she was eating alone too, might as well eat with Yu Jingran together, at least there's someone to accompany her.

  "What's wrong with your hand?" In the elevator, Yu Jingran pressed the floor button and saw Song Min's bandaged hand, asking a question.

  There were also a few little girls sitting in the elevator, whispering to each other in the corner and occasionally glancing at Yu Jingran.

  Song Min was already very used to it, after all Song Qing and Wen Yan's value were all online, every time they went out they couldn't help but be looked at by little girls, looking at Yu Jingran's angular profile, Song Min silently mocked in his heart: It's just that Yu Jingran's face is seriously mismatched with his IQ.

  Song Min averted her gaze before Yu Jingran noticed she was looking at him with an idiotic expression, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and said lightly, "Oh, I got bitten by a dog."

  "Hmm, didn't bite back?" Yu Jingran snorted with laughter. For Song Min, who remembered grudges, he always had to retaliate, and even small matters could be remembered for a very long time.

  Song Min's face turned dark, and Bai Yu Jingran gave him a glance, "My second brother took the blame for me."

  Yu Jingran was speechless and choked with emotion.

  The restaurant we're going to is on the top floor of the building, it's a whole floor, and I've heard it's one of the highest-end places in F City.

  Yu Jingran led Song Min into a private room, with an air of familiarity that suggested he was a regular.

  Tsk tsk...... The evil capitalist. Song Min sighed in his heart, seemingly completely forgetting that his own family was also capitalists.

  Yu Jingran opened the door and Song Min saw the person sitting inside, suddenly didn't want to go in.

  Yán Lí

  If he knew Yan Li was also there, Song Min would definitely not come up with Yu Jingran together.

  Seeing Song Min, a flash of light passed through Yan Li's eyes. He was worried before and didn't know how to ask Song Qinghe for help, letting his sister help him with this favor. Unexpectedly, Yu Jingran actually helped himself out.

  "I'm so sorry, I'm late. I met a little tail on the way down." Yu Jingran saw Song Min retreating and refusing to enter, quickly pulled her in and pressed her into the seat beside him.

  The light in Yan's eyes flashed on and off a few times, he picked up his phone and typed out a few words to send.

  The dishes came up one after another.

  Song Min silently ate his meal without saying a word.

  Yu Jingran clearly felt that the air pressure around Song Min had dropped a lot and was very oppressive.

  "Song Min, that thing I told you last time..." Yan Li's tone was sincere, with a hint of pleading, "Can you help me out?"

  Yu Jingran and Yan Li have known each other for so long, but he has never seen him ask someone with such a low voice and humility. After all, he has been proud since childhood, and his pride is still there.

  Yu Jingran took another look at Song Min's gloomy face and thought to himself that things didn't look good, so he quickly smoothed things over, "Let's talk about everything after dinner."

  But it's too late.

  Song Min put down his chopsticks and looked at Yan Li, "Yan Zong, I'm not interested in knowing your family affairs, why force me? Besides, we've only met a few times, what kind of relationship do we have?"

  Yan Li sighed, the little girl's mouth was indeed sharp, and she had a few similarities with Yan Ran. "It's my fault for not thinking it through, I'm sorry, but the old man at home can't wait any longer..."

  There is a hint of heartache in his voice.

  What does it have to do with her? Song Min thought he didn't look like the Virgin Mary, what did their family's affairs have to do with her? Besides, there was no regret medicine in this world, now that things had turned out this way, where were they going back then? They weren't kids anymore, could they still be placated with a slap on the wrist and a sweet treat?

  Yan Song is not an idiot either.

  "A Li, don't drag Song Min into your family affairs." Yu Jingran became serious and served a bowl of tofu soup to Song Min, telling her to eat and not worry about so much.

  Yan Li's words made Song Min lose his appetite for dinner. He stirred the food in his bowl a couple of times, and was about to put down his spoon and leave.

  The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a boy wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses on his nose came in. He was tall and thin, and he pulled Song Min up and shielded her behind him.

  Yan Song? Song Min felt like it was Yan Song, after all, he had seen him dressed like this before.

  As expected, Yan Song's voice rang out: "Yan Li, I won't go back. Don't think about harming the people around me."

  The tone is very cold.

  "Xiao Cong, Grandfather... doesn't have many days left..." Yan Li's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with guilt and sorrow intertwined, heart-wrenching. Indeed, back then it was their Yan family who wronged Yan Ran and his siblings."

  Yan Song took off his sunglasses and looked at Yan Li coldly. "What does it have to do with me? Just because I'm surnamed Yan doesn't mean I'm a member of the Yan family."

  "Xiao Sheng, Grandpa knows he was wrong and he's very regretful."

  "What's the use, will my mother come back to life?" Yan Song's eyes flashed with sorrow, and his voice became even colder. "My sister and I will never forgive the Yan family, forever."

  If it weren't for the Yan family blaming Mom for Dad's death, how could Mom have become so depressed and left this world so early?

  "Xiao Shang you......" Yan Li's eyebrows furrowed, his expression turning stern. Didn't everything that happened back then already pass? He had been trying to make up for it all these years, so why couldn't Xiao Shang see that at all?

  Yan Song stopped talking, put on sunglasses and pulled Song Min away.

  "Bye, Brother Jingran. I'm leaving." Song Min only managed to bid farewell to Yu Jingran before being pulled away by Yan Song.

  In the stroller.

  Yan Cong took off his sunglasses and mask, holding a hat in his hand, leaning back against the chair, closing his eyes, with his eyebrows furrowed.

  "Are you all right?" Song Min asked with concern.

  Yan Song opened his eyes, turned to look at Song Min, with deep sorrow in his eyes, and then again a surge of thick apology, "I'm fine, sorry, dragged you into this again."

  For some reason, Song Min felt that Yan Song was very fragile at this moment, as if he had shed all his armor and lost his usual sunny disposition, but it made Song Min feel very real.

  "There's no need to say such things between friends." Song Min shook his head, Yan Cen was really pitiful.

  Friend? Just friend?

  Yan Sheng slightly twitched the corner of his lips, but still couldn't smile. He was thinking that if the Yan family had acknowledged him and his sister from the start, would he have been able to recognize Song Min earlier? Would he not have had to hide his true feelings in silence?

  If...

  If...

  But there is no if.

  Mom still passed away, sister alone in foreign land struggling and helpless, Song Min's eyes still didn't have him.