Song Xiang wanted to laugh when she saw Yan Han's avoidant expression. She didn't like to settle old scores, but he was so nervous.
Probably because he was worried that she would think of a certain thunder in the minefield, he frowned and stuffed two orange slices into his mouth, his expression twisted with soreness.
Song Xiang laughed so hard that her shoulders shook and she quickly took the orange away.
Holding him with both hands, eyes fell on his arms.
She stretched out her hand and clapped her fingers.
"What's that?"
"Count the number of injuries both of us have received this year."
Yan Han pursed his lips, and after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that there were indeed more.
Large and small, they look like battlefields.
Song Xiang rubbed her chin on his shoulder and whispered: "From now on, don't get hurt for me anymore."
Yan Han turned his face sideways and kissed her on the forehead, "Yes."
Song Xiang smiled and pulled him to lie down together.
Although the matter has been resolved, there are still many follow-ups. When people are exhausted, rest is the first priority.
The two of them leaned together and whispered.
Song Xiang smelled the faint smell of shampoo and relaxed all over.
I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, there was no one around me.
She walked to the window and took a look, the sun was shining brightly.
I changed into a knitted sweater and went out. Yan Bai was guarding the outside.
"The young master went to see Mr. Rong and asked you to wait for him in the room if you wake up."
Song Xiang nodded and ordered the meal to the room.
There were bodyguards all over the corridor, and security was taken to the extreme.
She set out the plate and waited for Yanhan to come back to eat together, but in the middle of the meal, she heard the sound of footsteps outside.
He opened the door and went out, looking around.
"What's going on?" she asked Yan Bai.
Yan Bai replied: "It's people from the Assis family who came to see Mr. Lan."
"What about Lan Jingyu?"
"Master Lan left early in the morning without saying hello."
Song Xiang curled his lips, Lan Jingyu really went his own way and didn't give any face to his grandfather.
When she thought of Assis, she immediately thought of the two billion, and her heart ached.
Just as I was feeling depressed, a man in black came from the end of the corridor and was interrogated before he was allowed to pass.
The other party stood in front of Song Xiang and handed an envelope to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was at a loss. He took the thing and looked at the front and back. On the seal, there was a blue character written with flying dragons and phoenixes.
"What's this?"
"You'll know just by looking at it."
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, opened the envelope, took it out and took a look.
It turned out to be...a check?!
"My young master said that he got this from an old ghost with his wisdom. I hope you will remember his great kindness and don't spend money randomly in the future." The other party repeated the words like a robot.
Song Xiang's temples twitched crazily and he was speechless for a moment.
"Thank him...for me."
"You're welcome."
Song Xiang laughed twice, looked at the check, and then at the person, with mixed emotions.
After the person on the other side left, she collected the check and turned back to continue waiting for Yan Han.
After a while, Yan Han came down from upstairs.
As soon as he entered the door, he was pulled to the table by Song Xiang, and the dishes were all ready.
Song Xiang was worried that his hands would be inconvenient, so he had to feed him himself.
Yan Han took the opportunity and pretended to be pretentious. It hurt here and there, and he ate the meal for more than an hour.
By the time it was over, Song Xiang felt exhausted.
She thought that taking care of her son was probably just that difficult.
Yan Han came close to her, hugged her and told her how to deal with the matter.
Chu Xun has disappeared without a trace since last night.
As for Nan Che, Xiao Sheng wiped out the entire line and found no trace of him.