Song Xiang thought Yan Han was coming, but when he got closer, it was Zhao Zhe who got out of the car.
"Sister Xiang, Mr. Yan asked me to pick you up."
Song Xiang glanced at the car, but there was no sign of Yan Han.
Tsk——
This seemingly nonexistent sense of distance made her feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratching her heart.
"No, I'm driving."
"It's raining, let the driver take you off." Zhao Zhe chased after him.
Song Xiang: "You question my driving skills?"
Zhao Zhe: "..."
"No, Mr. Yan has a gift for you."
whispering sound.
Who cares about his gifts.
Song Xiang cleared her throat and took a look into the car, and sure enough she saw a quite large box on the seat.
Okay, give him some face.
She took the key to her car and handed it to Zhao Zhe, "Please help me find someone to drive the car back."
"OK."
Song Xiang got into the car, and Zhao Zhe soon followed.
"Can the gift be opened?"
"As you wish."
Song Xiang's heart was pounding as she slowly opened the gift box and opened the lid. The faint scent of roses hit her face.
Looking inside, it was a gray striped suit, not a dress. The upper body had work-style suspenders, and the lower part was a pair of loose nine-point trousers.
She picked it up and looked at it and liked it very much.
"And this." Zhao Zhe handed her something else.
It's an envelope.
Song Xiang opened it and saw that there was only one...ship ticket?
Passenger number 520.
The specifications are nondescript and don't look like real ferry tickets.
Zhao Zhe: "At eight o'clock tomorrow night in Beigang, please use this ticket to board the ship on time."
Song Xiang was surprised, "A real ship?"
Zhao Zhe smiled helplessly, "I don't know."
Quite mysterious.
Song Xiang was in a good mood. She closed the box carefully and put the ticket in it.
It was almost time, she should go back to Chu Xun's class.
The driver drove all the way to the door of Rong's house. There were people waiting outside. The servant wanted to help Song Xiang move things, but Song Xiang refused with a smile. She struggled to pick up the big gift box and ran inside quickly, although there were people there.
I held an umbrella behind me, but she was still wet.
When we arrived at the hall, we didn't see Rong Boye.
It was late, so she could only lock her things back in her room first, and then go to the room where class was held.
Chu Xun noticed that her mood was a little jumpy, so he ended the class early.
"Is there something good?" Chu Xun asked with a faint smile before going out.
Song Xiang put his hands behind his back, "Maybe..."
"That's it."
Song Xiang couldn't help laughing.
"You're not planning to get married, are you?" Chu Xun suddenly looked up.
Song Xiang was shocked. He didn't expect this person to be so sensitive and his guess was so accurate.
She didn't respond directly, she just said it was late and she needed to go back to her room to review.
Tan Shu took classes today, which just gave her some buffering time.
Chu Xun smiled and said nothing and let her go.
Song Xiang exited the room, returned to his room, took out his clothes and looked at them again.
Gently stroking the ticket, anticipation mixed with joy, I became quiet, but also a little uneasy.
She knew in her heart that why she was so anxious was not because she and Yan Han had really gone that far.
I took a look at the time, got up and went out, walked to the corridor, and saw the lights on the third floor.
He quietly went up to the master bedroom and saw Rong Boye wiping the dressing table inside.
Hearing the noise, he immediately looked in the direction of the door.
Song Xiang didn't hide, opened the door and walked in.
"Did you drink ginger soup after being caught in the rain?" Rong Boye asked.
Song Xiang shook his head, "The smell is too unpleasant."
Rong Boye raised his eyebrows, put down what he was holding, and glanced in the mirror, "This is just like your mother, she doesn't like to drink either."