There was the sound of flipping through papers on the table, and Song Xiang was also reading carefully.
Halfway through, she suddenly pulled Yan Han's sleeves and spoke in a breathy voice.
"How many times have you been married?"
Just this planning project, how can I come up with this without having the experience of five, six, seven or eight weddings!
Yan Han: "...it all depends on talent."
Song Xiang: "..."
Snap!
Yan Zhenting threw the plan on the table, "You already have a plan, so you don't need me to worry about it."
"How could it be unnecessary?" An Xuyue opened the plan and pushed it in front of the old man, "There are several links where you are required to speak. You are very useful!"
Everyone: "..."
Yan Zhenting took a deep breath and was about to have an attack when there was some movement outside.
The old housekeeper walked in and hesitated to speak.
"I'm tired." Yan Zhenting stood up with a cane and said to Rong Boye, "Director Rong, please forgive me."
"As you please."
Yan Zhenting left, and the two remaining accomplices did not intend to sit down. They said a few words of courtesy and said they wanted to see the old man.
A moment of silence.
An Xuyue stood up and told the servant behind her, "Help me go upstairs and get two packets of snail noodles, and we'll make them right away."
"And you." She pointed to another person, "Two more lobsters, please bake them with salt."
With that said, she crossed the table and poured half of the crab meat on her plate to Song Xiang, "Daughter-in-law, give me half of it!"
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Thank you, Auntie."
"You're welcome, just treat it as your own home."
Song Xiang put away her wedding plans and settled down to eat.
In the middle of the journey, Yan Zhicheng got up and went to the wine cellar. Rong Boye also said he wanted to go out for a walk, but there were only three people left at the table.
Yan Han sat next to Song Xiang, quietly arranging the puffer fish meat for her, picked a plate and handed it to her.
An Xuyue sat opposite and curled her lips, "Er, I'm your mother."
Song Xiang laughed out loud, divided the fish into half and pushed it over.
An Xuyue sighed, "Looking at the situation, I should have a second child."
"Second child?" Yan Han frowned, looking shocked, "Are you sure you still have this function?"
puff!
Song Xiang couldn't hold it back and squirted out a mouthful of juice.
He coughed twice and kicked Yan Han hard under the table.
What to say!
Sure enough, stepping on An Xuyue's Achilles' heel instantly caused his hair to stand on end.
"I'm still young!"
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth twitched, and he moved a little farther away from Yan Han.
"Unfilial son!"
"Why don't you peel the crabs for me!"
…
After having a hearty meal in the greenhouse, Song Xiang was led out to eat by Yan Han, which made Song Xiang's ears buzz.
"I've gotten older, but I haven't changed at all!" Yan Yanhan complained.
Song Xiang laughed, let go of his hand, and leaned against a nearby tree, giggling.
"You have no conscience. You didn't even say a word to help me just now." Yan Han approached and said coolly.
Song Xiang stopped laughing and said, "I don't dare to say it. If I do, it will become a crisis for the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."
Yan Han snorted, stretched out his hand to pull her, and helped her pick the leaves from her hair.
Song Xiang leaned against him and wanted to talk about the plan just now. When he was about to speak, he heard a scream.
Her body trembled and she immediately raised her head, "Who?"
"Who else could it be?" Yan Yanhan said calmly.
Song Xiang was surprised, "Yan Zhenzhen?"
She glanced in the direction of the sound. It was a room on the second floor.