Song Xiang arrived at the door of his house and walked around twice before he was basically sure that it was the house he rented.
Yan Han stood behind her, waiting for her reaction.
"Did you bring the key?" he asked deliberately.
Song Xiang looked serious and nodded.
"Then open the door."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, raised a finger and poked the keyhole with his nail.
Yan Han covered his mouth with one hand and frowned to hold back laughter.
When his index finger failed to penetrate, Song Xiang switched to his middle finger and tried the remaining fingers.
Yan Han coughed slightly, "How is it?"
Song Xiang shook his head and straightened up, swaying.
Yan Han quickly supported her.
Song Xiang: "Don't be afraid, this key is wrong, I have another key."
As he spoke, he raised his other hand.
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang shook off his hand and continued to try the "key", but found that this key didn't work either.
She stared at the keyhole, confused for a moment.
Turning her head to see Yan Han, her eyes fell on his hand. She swallowed, reached out to take his hand, and poked his fingers into the keyhole one by one.
No, none of it is right.
"Damn it, I think I lost my key."
Yan Han held back her laughter for a long time and was so happy that she raised Song Xiang's hand and pressed her index finger on the electronic screen.
drop--
The door opened.
Song Xiang blinked, took back his hand, and glanced at his index finger.
"I just said, this is the key."
Yan Han: "..."
She was a little confused and wanted to close the door and try again.
Yan Han quickly hugged her and quickly entered the door, "Be good and try again tomorrow."
Song Xiang didn't show any stubbornness and nodded, very obedient.
Yan Han carried the person into the room, quickly found the sheets in the cabinet, first changed the ones on the bed in the master bedroom, and then put the person on the bed.
Song Xiang sat by the window and smacked her lips stupidly, "Water."
Yan Han touched her face and said, "Okay."
With that said, he went to the kitchen to find a kettle to boil water.
Song Xiang was sitting in the kitchen, kicking her legs gently and humming a song obediently.
After Yanhan had boiled the water, he carefully held the bottom of the cup and let her drink a little.
Song Xiang patted the empty seat next to him and motioned for him to sit over.
Yan Han sat down and let her lean against him.
"Shan Han, you are so kind."
"Um."
Song Xiang took a breath and said, "When we get married, you can do the same to me."
"certainly."
Song Xiang was satisfied and smacked his lips, "When I get married, I want to get a dog."
"What to raise?"
"Bian Mu, Bian Mu is smart, just like you."
Yan Han's expression was complicated, and he felt that these words did not seem to be a compliment to him.
"Then raise a border collie."
Song Xiang nodded and thought again, "I want to name it Xiao Yan, so that when you go to work, let him accompany me, just like you accompany me."
Yan Han: "..."
The more I hear it, the more wrong it becomes.
Song Xiang swallowed and leaned on his shoulder, "Are you still going to buy that?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that she was still thinking about it.
"It's quite late." He teased her.
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "Go ahead and buy it, I'll wait for you."
Yan Han laughed softly and wanted to help her take off her coat.
Song Xiang grabbed his hand with a serious expression, "You haven't bought that one yet."
"Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Song Xiang hummed twice, raised his hand, opened his eyelids with his fingers, and looked at the opposite wall with wide eyes.
"I'll wait."
Yan Han looked at her like that and thought she would collapse in two minutes.