Yan Han came closer and tested the temperature of Song Xiang's forehead.
Song Xiang came back to her senses, forced a smile, and stretched out her arms toward him, "No, I'm just a little sleepy listening to Auntie's story."
"What good story can she have?" Yan Han snorted and hugged him.
When I returned to the master bedroom, it was already getting late.
Yan Han turned off the light, held Song Xiang in his arms, and sighed again and again, "I lost money today, can I make up for it tomorrow?"
With a huge stone in her heart, Song Xiang turned around and kissed him on the chin.
"Double compensation tomorrow."
The man chuckled, pulled up the quilt, and closed his eyes in peace.
In the darkness, Song Xiang closed his eyes, but his mind was clear.
Recalling what An Xuyue said just now, it was all full of loopholes.
An Minmin alone could plot against An Xuyue, but he could never plot against Rong Boye, unless Rong Boye deliberately cooperated.
Yan Zhicheng deliberately let Yan Zhicheng see such a scene without explaining why afterward.
For... revenge?
But using such methods just because of some emotional entanglements before marriage is obviously unjustifiable.
Also, according to An Xuyue, Yan Zhicheng had actually given up on Nan Qing a long time ago. But after Nan Qing's death, his temperament changed drastically and he seemed to love her very much.
This is unreasonable.
Unless the cause of death is related to him.
Song Xiang shivered all over.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Han felt her trembling and opened his eyes, "Xiang Xiang?"
Song Xiang seemed frightened when he heard the sound, and suddenly hugged Yan Han tightly from under the quilt.
"Severe cold."
"Yeah. I'm here."
The man noticed her mood, turned on the bedside lamp, looked down at her, and found that her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes were trembling.
"What did An Xuyue tell you?"
Song Xiang opened her eyes and saw that he was still in front of her. She seemed to be relieved and hugged him again without speaking.
Seeing her silence, Yan Han wanted to ask but couldn't bear to ask, so he had to straighten her hair and kiss her forehead gently.
Song Xiang was quiet for a moment and suddenly asked: "Why did you suddenly think of getting married before?"
She suddenly had an intuition that Yan Han might have had the suspicion she had just made, so she felt uneasy and wanted to get married as soon as possible.
"I just think about it, there's no reason why?"
He looked natural, pinched her face, and said in a joking tone, "What? Do you want to promise me?"
Song Xiang buried herself in his arms and said in a relaxed tone, "I'll think about it again..."
She closed her eyes, suppressed those thoughts just now, and whispered: "Go to sleep."
"good."
The lights were turned off and the room became quiet again.
They could only hear each other's breathing, and they suppressed their uneasiness in a tacit understanding.
…
morning
Song Xiang fell asleep half-awake all night. When he woke up, he was dizzy and his head was swollen, and Yan Han was no longer around.
She calmed down for a while and took a shower first.
When I went downstairs with my cell phone, Yan Han was already at the dining table.
Sitting across from each other, they were silent at first, then Yan Han spoke.
"Go and see Gu Lian when you have time. She's probably in some trouble."
"What?" Song Xiang raised his head.
"Cheng Qianli, do you know?"
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "Writer?"
Yan Han nodded, "Yesterday afternoon, he posted an article on his social media account reporting Lu Zechen for imprisoning women."
Song Xiang was shocked and temporarily forgot those things.
"I remember he is already in his seventies or eighties, how could he be involved in these things?"
Yan Han explained: "This old man has a grandson named Cheng You. Gu Lian was with him when he was hiding in Jin City."