Song Xiang returned to the second floor. A group of people upstairs also knew that Yan Han had arrived, so they encouraged her to go to the small building next to the main house, where they could see the whole scene.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, my dad is so handsome, among this group of people, he is simply the most beautiful!"
Li Ying held a telescope and made a boast, which attracted a group of people to gather around the window to take a look.
Song Xiang suppressed her curiosity and pretended to drink water calmly.
Suman couldn't stand it anymore and gave her a telescope, "Stop pretending, Mr. Yan is extraordinary today. You will show up with him on your arm later. It will definitely look good."
Song Xiang couldn't hold himself any longer, so he raised the camera and looked towards the small lake.
It's very far away, but it's very clear in the lens.
Yan Han is wearing a royal blue suit with a striped tie and two black diamonds on the cuffs, which shine in the sun. His face is exquisite and three-dimensional, with smooth lines. He takes a sip of champagne from his thin lips. His posture is very elegant and noble, which makes his white face and red lips stand out.
.The aura of keeping away from strangers around him was obviously restrained. Several leaders came over to propose a toast, and he raised his hand to signal. There were many children from aristocratic families behind him, but they all deliberately stayed away from him, so as not to be dwarfed by them.
"You don't have to look at it for so long, do you?" Suman pushed Song Xiang hard and teased her with a longer tone.
Song Xiang blushed and quickly put away the telescope.
"How many hours will it take for the banquet to start?" Wang Fuxue came over and said with a smile: "Don't be upset, let's go out and meet."
Song Xiang: "..."
The upstairs was full of girls laughing, endlessly.
Song Xiang was the key target of teasing. It was difficult for him to fight with two fists. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he quickly slipped downstairs when no one was paying attention.
The place where Yan Han was was separated from her by half a garden, and there was an entire rockery in the middle. She had already changed into her dress and had to carry it while walking.
It was quiet all the way, except for the sound of her high heels.
Halfway through, I stopped to take a breath, holding onto the rocks with one hand and fanning myself with the other.
His breath softened and he was about to turn around and continue walking.
Suddenly, a hand came around behind him.
She exclaimed and subconsciously hit her back with her elbow, but someone skillfully grabbed her wrist.
"It's me."
He paused, turned his face sideways, and met a pair of smiling eyes.
Song Xiang bit her lip and couldn't help but give him an elbow, "Idiot, you're trying to scare me again."
"This is your home, what are you afraid of?"
Song Xiang snorted and struggled in his arms, "You know this is my house, and you don't even have a self-reflection letter, yet you dare to come here so shamelessly."
Yan Yan smiled coldly and kissed her hair gently, "I've written it, do you want to read it now?"
Song Xiang: "Take it out."
Yan Han held her with one hand, took out a folded paper from his pocket with the other, opened it in front of her, cleared his throat, "Shall I read it to you?"
Song Xiang looked at the words above, holding back a smile and pretending to be fierce, "Have you ever seen anyone standing up to do self-examination?"
"Then kneeling?" Yan Yanhan asked.
Song Xiang thought for a while, "It's a pity. It's not popular to use washboards now, so there is no tool for you to kneel on."
Yan Han happily followed her, glanced at the ground next to him, and said, "If that doesn't work, I have to satisfy you. I'll give you a pebble on my knees?"
Song Xiang shrugged his shoulders, "It's up to you."
Yan Han let go of her, supported her with both hands, and made her sit on the stone. He took a step back and actually knelt down on one knee.
Song Xiang was surprised and hurried to stop him.
"What are you doing, you're really kneeling down!"
She looked around, but luckily there was no one there.
"Get up quickly."
Yan Han kept on one knee and stretched out his arms to hug her, "It's not a shame to prostrate yourself under the pomegranate skirt."