Song Xiang felt sorry for her parents, and she couldn't accept what Yan Zhicheng had done just now.
After a few months of settling down, she knew that Rong Boye had let go of him, and her resentment was reduced a lot.
Think about Yan Han again, he has always been Yan Zhicheng's son, and her hatred will only make it difficult for Yan Han.
Yan Han hugged her and remained speechless.
He knew who she was for.
Song Xiang clapped his hand and expressed his emotions silently.
Passing a boutique supermarket on the roadside, she asked Yan Song to stop the car and go down to select fruits herself.
I picked a few items, bought two copies of them all, checked out and went out.
As soon as she reached the door, she raised her head and glanced across the way, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure.
Gu Lian?
Just as she was about to step forward, a car stopped, blocking her view.
When the car left, there was no trace of him.
Seeing that she hadn't come back for a long time, Yan Han got out of the car to look for her in person.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiang shook his head, probably because he saw it wrong.
Get back in the car and continue to the hospital.
When she arrived at the door, she handed one to Yan Han and carried the other herself, preparing to wait to see Xu Shuyan.
Yan Han led her to the floor where Yan Zhengcheng lived. After getting out of the elevator, everything was quiet.
When we arrived outside the ward, we saw the scene inside through the glass.
Yan Zhicheng leaned on the head of the bed, and An Xuyue sat on the edge of the bed.
One watched quietly, while the other foolishly struggled with the apple.
Song Xiang looked at An Xuyue's technique and raised her eyebrows at Yan Han, "So it's your family's tradition to peel apples and leave only the core?"
Yan Han: "..."
He cleared his throat and raised his hand to knock on the door.
The door opens automatically.
After pushing the door open and entering, An Xuyue looked up and saw that it was them, her eyes shining with surprise.
"Daughter-in-law!"
"Knife!" Yan Zhicheng covered his chest, nervous as he watched her wield the fruit knife.
An Xuyue thought about it, stuck out her tongue at him, and put the knife back into the fruit plate. The half apple in her hand was not peeled yet, so she planned to throw it away.
Seeing this, Yan Zhicheng quickly snatched it away and happily searched for the meat on the core.
Song Xiang walked in, put the fruit basket on the bedside, opened her mouth, but had nothing to say.
Yan Zhicheng glanced at her, and the chewing movement paused slightly.
Song Xiang looked so much like Nan Qing. Looking into these eyes, he felt that the pain that Zi Gongdan had scratched his heart seemed to have returned.
An Xuyue didn't notice the difference between them and was busy going next door to get delicious food for Song Xiang.
Yan Han stood aside, his eyes always fixed on Song Xiang.
"You look like you're recovering well."
"It's just that I can't die."
"It's a good thing that you can't die, otherwise, in addition to the revenge of killing my mother, we would also have to indirectly have the revenge of killing my father." Song Xiang said calmly.
Yan Zhicheng's eyebrows tightened.
"Logically speaking, at your age, you shouldn't be so irrational."
Yan Zhicheng raised his hand and covered his chest calmly.
Song Xiang: "But don't worry, he and I will be fine, and we won't change because of what you did."
"It's just." She paused and then said, "Even if I get married to him, I'm afraid I won't be able to call you daddy."
Yan Zhicheng turned away, with a cold face, but his tone was still arrogant, "I have a son."
There is no need for you to call me daddy.
Song Xiang smiled and looked back at Yan Han, "Yeah, but he listens to me the most now."
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
He turned his head and took a serious look at Song Xiang.
This girl's personality is completely different from Nan Qing's.
Nanqing did not have her decisiveness, let alone come to ridicule the "enemy".