When Yan Zhenhan said this, Song Xiang started to get worried again. It wasn't because he was afraid, but because he was really tired of meeting people like Yan Zhenzhen. He couldn't beat her to death, and occasionally kicked her once or twice but couldn't make her calm down.
"Then you can give your grandpa a hint that I have a bad temper now and ask him to restrain himself, otherwise..."
"What else?" Yan Han was curious.
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "...otherwise his grandson will have to marry into his wife!"
Yan Han laughed softly.
Song Xiang pouted, "Don't laugh, my dad said it today, seriously."
Yan Han's laughter stopped abruptly.
"Then...it's you who must marry me?"
Song Xiang didn't seem to be unhappy hearing this tone.
"Are you willing to marry into your wife?"
"Yes." Someone said without hesitation.
Song Xiang was confused.
Yan Han: "Then you have to propose to me once according to my specifications."
Song Xiang: "...What a beautiful thought!"
The two laughed softly.
It was getting late, Song Xiang was so sleepy that his eyelids drooped, and his speaking voice gradually became lower.
Yan Han reminded her in a low voice to cover herself up, and then quietly hung up the phone.
Song Xiang rolled up the quilt on his side and fell asleep in a daze without even taking off his shoes.
…
The meeting between the two families was quickly put on the agenda, and Yan Zhenting personally sent the invitation.
Rong Boye had a deep historical prejudice against this old man. He probably didn't give Song Xiang any good things before, so he acted in a high-spirited manner and didn't give him any face.
Yan Zhicheng and his wife were originally traveling abroad, but Yan Zhenting called them back urgently.
Song Xiang repeatedly worked on herself mentally, and when meeting her parents was put on the agenda, she couldn't help but start to get nervous.
Yan Zhenting set a time at his old house, six o'clock in the evening.
On that day, Song Xiang specially asked someone from Wang Zheng's shop to do the styling to avoid being rude.
When I went downstairs, I found that Rong Boye hadn't arrived yet, but it was almost time.
"Don't worry, miss. Even if you are late, it is still Zhong's fault."
Song Xiang smiled slightly.
Having said that, she didn't want to disgrace Yan Zhenting, because that would also make Yan Han lose face.
Pacing back and forth, a little anxious.
Finally, the sound of footsteps coming downstairs appeared from behind.
She turned around and saw Rong Boye slowing down and still adjusting the cufflinks on his wrists.
"Are you anxious?"
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, "It's not good to be late."
Rong Boye walked up to her, moved his shoulders to make the suit fit better, and then bent his arms towards Song Xiang.
Song Xiang took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and took her father's arm.
The father and daughter went out together, and four cars were waiting at the door.
After getting in the car, Song Xiang looked down at her skirt and smiled inexplicably.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "It feels like a dream."
Coming this far with Yan Han is like a dream, and going to Yan's house with his father is also like a dream.
Rong Boye was silent for a moment, then reached out and held her hand.
"Dad is here."
Song Xiang nodded heavily and held his father's hand tightly.
"Let's go." Rong Boye ordered.
"OK."
The car started and headed all the way to Yan's house.
The driver knew the time very accurately and was not late.
As soon as the car stopped, Song Xiang saw the battle outside.
The old housekeeper beside Yan Zhenting led people outside to greet him.
She laughed in her heart. Sure enough, she thought too much at first and thought Yan Zhenting really disliked her vision. Now it seems that having a good father is better than anything else.
He breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the negative emotions.
Someone came to open the door, she nodded slightly and got out of the car gracefully.