At nine o'clock, Song Xiang got in the car and headed to the airport.
"Have you made an appointment with Mr. Yan?" Rong Zhe asked.
Song Xiang nodded, "I left him a message."
In fact, it didn't matter if she saw him or not. She had said enough things last night, but she had never been on such a long trip. She always felt a little uneasy if she didn't see him before boarding the plane.
When they arrived at the airport, Rong Zhe booked a restaurant for Song Xiang to rest for a while. In fact, he was just waiting for Yan Han.
Suman brought a small suitcase and drank milk tea leisurely, "Love is indeed artificial. It's not like you two can't afford air tickets. You can see each other in every corner of the earth, but you still have to say goodbye?"
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, "...you don't understand."
According to her and Yan Han's situation, I'm afraid neither of them has the time to travel across the country to see the other.
What's more, the reason why she agreed to go to country m and inspect Europe by the way was because she wanted to give each other a buffer.
The matter of Nanqing still formed a knot invisibly, so it would be better to separate for a while.
Flight calls started coming over the radio.
Suman clicked his tongue and said, "It's over. According to the plot, you two probably won't see each other today."
Song Xiang frowned, "How do you know?"
Suman took a sip of milk tea and blinked, "Experience in the world."
Song Xiang: "..."
She was already worried, but when Suman said this, she felt even more unsure.
Severe cold...
…
On the elevated road, a black Bentley was overtaking.
Yan Han was sitting in the back seat, his face covered with frost.
He woke up not long after Song Xiang left. He could have gone to see her off safely, but he was tripped up by two idiots on the board of directors.
"It's too late to go over now." Yan Song reminded.
There was plenty of time, but the severe cold face was so stinky that the driver was so frightened that he had to step on the accelerator all the way.
A bell rang.
"Master, your call is from my wife."
With a stern and cold face, he pressed answer.
On the phone, An Xuyue had nothing to say and cried whenever she spoke.
Yan Song sat in front and saw Yan Han's expression in the mirror. He was impatient and tired at first.
"Say, talk!" a low growl came.
The phone seems to be quiet.
Yan Han frowned and listened, but after a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed.
"Master?"
Yan Song noticed something was wrong and asked the driver to slow down.
Yan Han stared at the time, his jaw tightened, and there was obvious confusion in his eyes, "Turn around and go to the Lu family's hospital."
Yan Song was surprised, "Then it's too late..."
"Turn around!"
"yes……"
…
Airport
Song Xiang stood beside the bed in the dining room and kept looking at her phone.
"Miss, if you don't check in before boarding, you will really miss your flight," Rong Zhe reminded.
The time is indeed coming.
Suman could still joke at first, but when she saw that the plot was right, she quietly made a gesture of sealing her mouth, biting the straw and stopped talking.
Song Xiang hesitated for two minutes and then called Yan Han directly, but the call there showed that he was still on a call.
"It doesn't matter how big the deal is. Once it's over, you can just call him again." Suman said.
There is no other way, this is the only way.
Song Xiang took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."
The group of people left the restaurant in a grand manner, and the check-in procedures were quickly completed.
The first-class cabin was very quiet. Song Xiang clutched her cell phone, but felt uncomfortable in her chest.
Following the flight attendant's reminder, the plane took off.
She looked out the window and closed her eyes.
He pursed his lips, feeling a little aggrieved, and said something in his heart.