"She's not pregnant?!" Song Xiang raised her voice.
"How can it be possible that the person Lan Jingyu is looking for has no sense of propriety in doing things?" Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang was speechless, she didn't expect the mother and daughter to be so capable.
I guess I wanted to stimulate the old man and make him be cruel, but I didn't expect that the old man had already given everything to Yan Han and just called Yan Zhicheng back to deal with the matter.
Yan Zhicheng had no feelings for Yan Zhenzhen, so he found out everything at once.
No wonder the old man's attitude at the table was up and down just now. He probably couldn't control himself. He told himself to calm down, but also remembered that the girl in front of him had harmed his own daughter.
Yan Han was not touched at all, so he took Song Xiang a little further and introduced her to every plant and tree in the old house.
It was not until nine o'clock that they walked back. As soon as they entered the flower house, they heard An Xuyue's voice.
"You were beaten? Who beat you?"
"Yan Zhicheng, can't you even beat a patient?"
Song Xiang and Yan Han looked at each other, frowned at the same time, and walked into the greenhouse side by side.
The two of them walked lightly and stopped near the flower stand.
Across a large field of flowers, only An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng's backs could be seen.
An Xuyue squatted next to Yan Zhicheng. She could laugh at him at first, but she started to choke up more as she spoke.
"He also hit you in the stomach!"
"Okay, why are you crying? It's not a big deal."
Song Xiang listened and thought that Rong Boye's body could not possibly hurt Yan Zhicheng. Without hesitation, he quickly turned around and walked out.
Severe cold followed closely behind.
The two of them arrived at the door one after another, and saw Rong Boye sitting in the car, leaning against him with his eyes closed.
Song Xiang's heart sank, and Yan Han also frowned.
"dad!"
Rong Boye heard the sound, opened his eyes and looked out.
"Are you okay?" Song Xiang was lying at the window with a worried look on his face.
"What can I do if I eat a meal from my in-laws?" Rong Boye raised the corner of his mouth slightly and saw the severe cold behind Song Xiang.
"The wedding planning was well done. It can be seen that you put your heart into it."
Yan Han walked up behind Song Xiang and held her shoulder with one hand, "I am happy to devote my heart to her."
Rong Boye's brows relaxed and a look of relief appeared on his face, "I will always remember what you said today."
"must."
Song Xiang bent over, still scanning Rong Boye, worried that he had any invisible injuries, and completely ignored the conversation between the two men.
Inadvertently, Yan Han helped her up and opened the car door for her.
Song Xiang sat in and exchanged glances with him.
"See you tomorrow."
Song Xiang nodded, "Okay."
Yan Han straightened up and took a step back.
The car window rolls up.
Song Xiang looked out the window. Yan Han's figure gradually disappeared from sight, and she finally looked away.
"Dad, did you fight with Yan Dong?"
"That's what you do when you are young."
Song Xiang: "Then..."
"He deserves it."
Song Xiang's eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, he asked bluntly: "Dad, do you and Dong Yan have any serious disputes?"
"No." Rong Boye said without hesitation, "It's not a holiday."
Song Xiang opened her mouth and wanted to ask again. Rong Boye turned to look at her and said, "You're getting married, so don't think too much."
Song Xiang nodded blankly, feeling even more uneasy.
The car drove all the way back to Rong's house, and she went upstairs to wash up.
I fell on the bed and received a message from Yan Han.
——Go home and have a good rest, waiting for me to go to the next appointment.