Song Xiang was sitting in the first-class cabin, waiting for news from outside.
She held her chin and looked out the window. People on the plane got off the plane one by one, but the figure just now was not there.
Recalling the other party's voice in my mind, I couldn't sit still.
Footsteps approached, it was Yan Han and Xiao Sheng coming back from the front.
"Didn't find it?" Gong Shiheng asked.
Yan Han responded and walked to Song Xiang's side.
Song Xiang stood up and hugged his arm, "What should we do?"
Xiao Sheng's expression was complicated and he added, "What can I do? He came after you and will come again sooner or later."
After she finished speaking, Yan Han gave her a displeased look.
"Mr. Yan, it's better to speak clearly. If you hide it from her, it will only make her relax her guard." Xiao Sheng ignored Yan Han's warning, went to his seat, took his backpack, and turned around.
Song Xiang stood beside Yan Han and felt a little irritated after listening to Xiao Sheng's words.
Yan Han held her hand and comforted her silently.
"Okay, don't be so nervous. The other party didn't seem to show any malice." Gong Shiheng only understood the general idea, and smiled to comfort Song Xiang and changed the subject, "When they knew we were back, Axue prepared a party at Zijin Jiayue's house.
, please come over tonight."
Song Xiang knew that he meant well and nodded, "Brother Shiheng is tired too. Let's go back first. See you in the evening."
"good."
Gong Shiheng left.
Song Xiang rubbed Yan Yanhan's arm and whispered, "Go home."
Yan Han led her off the plane, and as soon as she got outside, he immediately protected her with one hand. It wasn't until she got into the car that the whooshing cold wind was blocked outside.
After not seeing each other for several months, the imperial capital seemed to have become a stranger.
"Send you home?" Yan Han asked.
Song Xiang pouted, "I'm the only one at home."
Yan Han's expression softened and he could still tease her, "Then... go to my house?"
Song Xiang narrowed his eyes and spoke with emphasis, "Your home?"
Yan Han quickly changed his words, "Wrong, it's our family."
Song Xiang snorted and relaxed a little.
The car drove all the way to Mufu Villa, and when we arrived at the gate of the courtyard, the old housekeeper and others were waiting outside.
The north wind was blowing, and the old man's face was red with cold. When he saw Song Xiang, his eyes were so moved that he almost shed tears on the spot, as if Song Xiang had been gone for three to five years.
"While you were away, the young master couldn't sleep well, and the food wasn't delicious. He lost weight thinking about you."
Yan Han coughed lightly.
The old housekeeper selectively turned his back and continued to talk, trying his best to prove to Song Xiang that during her absence, Yan Han had protected her like a jade.
Song Xiang was very happy to hear it and kept suppressing laughter.
Yan Han couldn't make the old housekeeper shut up, so he could only drag Song Xiang back to the room quickly. If he couldn't beat him, he could avoid it.
After returning to the room and before lying down, Wang Fuxue sent a message about the dinner time in the evening so that they wouldn't miss it.
They were so tired that they had no choice but to lie down and take a nap.
At five or six o'clock, when the sky darkened outside, Song Xiang woke up in Shun Han's arms.
Yan Han closed his eyes and rubbed the crook of her neck, "Don't go, I'm sleepy."
Song Xiang raised her hand and pinched his earlobe, "No, Axue is preparing it for us."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue and held her still.
Song Xiang turned around with difficulty and glanced at the time. There was only one hour left.
She moved her neck and said, "Get up quickly and take a shower."
Yan Han: "I can't move my arm, can you help me wash it?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, "Then you didn't wash yourself in the past few days?"