"You've been tricked." Song Xiang dodged and giggled, "Even if you don't want his gift, you can't get it back. Don't take advantage of the bastard."
Yan Han stopped, pulled her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her neck.
"Isn't this the only advantage uncle has?"
"ah?"
"Why didn't you show that gift in the car?" The man raised his body and looked at her with a narrow smile.
Song Xiang reacted and raised his hand to hit him.
The man held her hand and pressed it on top of his head easily, "I brought it back. Let's try it now. Uncle's love cannot be wasted."
Song Xiang kicked him and wanted to talk to him, but she didn't expect him to come over and unbutton her bathrobe.
"No, no, no, no."
I don't care about Yan Han, he has been idle for a week and should ask for some interest.
"Wait a minute!"
Seeing that he could not escape, Song Xiang had no choice but to brake.
Yan Yanhan leaned on her body and stopped with difficulty, "Baby, you'd better have something big in mind."
Song Xiang smiled and moved his body, "Get up, I really have something big to do."
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief and half-propelled his body, "What?"
"I'm going to call Sister Lian. She looks bad today. I'm a little worried."
Yan Han pressed his temples and cursed in his mind that Lu Zechen couldn't even take care of Gu Lian and ruined his night.
He leaned over, took the mobile phone from the bedside, put it into Song Xiang's hand, and urged, "Hurry up and call."
Seeing his anxious look, Song Xiang smiled lowly, raised her cell phone, and dialed Gu Lian's number.
Yan Han propped himself up and played with her hair out of boredom.
Song Xiang listened to the voice on the phone and whispered: "Don't make trouble, it will be over soon."
Yan Han snorted.
beep--
The voice on the phone came out, and even Yan Han heard it.
"No one answered?"
Song Xiang frowned, a little alert, and quickly dialed again.
Yan Han looked at her face and noticed something was wrong.
"You... call Lu Zechen quickly and find out what's going on."
Hearing this, Yan Han quickly took his cell phone and comforted her while looking through his address book.
"Don't be afraid, Gu Lian may be resting."
Song Xiang was silent, she had an ominous premonition.
…
On the highway.
Lu Zechen was driving fast and left his cell phone in the back seat.
Gu Lian was all on his mind, and he had one or two phone calls, but he didn't care about it at all.
The heartache was unbearable, so I stopped on the roadside to rest.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang over and over again.
He pounded the steering wheel twice irritably, took a deep breath, turned around and took the phone over. He was about to smash it directly under his feet, but he saw that the call came from Yan Han.
"Hello."
"Are you dead?!" A roar came from the other side of the phone.
Lu Zechen frowned. He was already angry, but being shouted at like this made him even more angry.
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Song Xiang's voice came from inside.
"Lu Zechen! Where is Sister Lian?! What's going on? She doesn't answer the phone?!"
boom--
There was a thunder in my mind.
Lu Zechen's eyes flickered and he glanced at the dashboard.
At least a quarter of an hour passed before he left.
"Lu Zechen?! Talk!" Song Xiang's voice continued.
He only paused for a moment, quickly threw away the phone, started the engine, turned around, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
A rumbling sound was heard rushing by on the road.
Gu Lian's expression, as well as the details of her holding her stomach, all exploded in an instant.