After Song Xiang threw away her phone, she turned around and walked back, when she came face to face with Gu Wanru's smiling face.
A chill ran down her spine, feeling that Gu Wanru was paying too much attention to her and made eye contact several times throughout the afternoon.
However, Gu Wanru smiled faintly at her, turned around and continued talking to the customer.
Song Xiang felt that he was thinking too much again and shook his head.
Just then Yang Liu called and said that Wang Yong had a slight concussion and was expected to be hospitalized.
Song Xiang found it funny and said to Yang Liu on the phone: "This guy is probably not doing well recently. He was not hospitalized for long last time."
Yang Liu complained over the phone, saying that evil people have their own destiny, and she was not willing to accompany him in the hospital, so she ran away midway.
Song Xiang didn't want to worry about it. He just bought a fruit basket and went to visit her after the car show tomorrow. He didn't want to accompany her so late at night.
She walked around the venue, made sure nothing happened, and left quietly.
Gu Lian usually comes home very late, and Song Xiang doesn't want to be alone. Besides, the injury on her face has healed a lot and she can go out for a walk.
She had dinner in the mall and went out with milk tea.
As soon as I walked out, I heard a surprise cheer, which came from the direction of the electronic screen in the mall.
Song Xiang rarely wanted to join in the fun and looked in the direction of the crowd.
An interview with a female star was playing on the electronic screen.
In front of the camera, the woman who is nearly fifty years old is still radiant and looks like she is in her thirties.
"Hey An Xuyue, she hasn't appeared for a long time."
"If you marry into a wealthy family and your career is so good, of course you won't be exposed to the public."
Song Xiang listened twice, then quietly withdrew from the crowd, taking the subway with milk tea in hand.
An Xuyue is Yan Han's mother. She has been lucky enough to meet her once or twice. She is indeed a goddess-level figure.
Unfortunately, the rumors in the media about Yan Zhengcheng, a wife-loving maniac, are false. Yan Zhenhan's parents have been divorced for more than ten years.
With something in her mind, she got out of the subway and walked slowly to Gu Lian's house.
Walking downstairs, the lights in Gu Lian's house were actually on.
Song Xiang's thoughts returned, his vigilance increased, and he opened the courtyard door with a gentle step.
Gu Lian's house is a single-family villa. The back window of the master bedroom is in the backyard and can easily be climbed in.
Song Xiang was worried that there was someone in the house, so he planned to quietly climb through the window in the backyard and take a look.
Before she even reached the backyard, she vaguely heard the sound of things being thrown inside the house.
"Lu Zechen, you bastard... um..."
"You went to Tsu City for a few days and you forgot your last name, right?"
"Am I allowed to flirt with a man?"
"Which eye of yours...um...are you blind?"
Gu Lian spoke intermittently, with a bit of unspeakable shame and indignation in his anger. He could curse at the front, but he was obviously suppressed at the back, and Mian Riwei's voice came one after another.
Song Xiang stood under the window, his whole body instantly turned to stone, he took a deep breath to recover, and his face immediately turned red.
The sounds in the bedroom became more and more arrogant. Gu Lian held back his strength and occasionally cursed a word or two, but Lu Zechen looked like he was enjoying it.
Song Xiang clenched her fists and went to the front door with a cold face.
She raised her hand and hesitated again and again, with various thoughts running through her mind.
Suddenly, courage rushed up.
Bang bang bang!
Three times in a row.
There was a loud knock on the door. There seemed to be no movement in the house, but there was no soft sound coming from the backyard.
Song Xiang snorted, put one hand on his hip, and continued to knock on the door with the other hand.
"Master Lu, good evening"
"Open the door quickly! We haven't seen each other for a long time."
As she knocked, she yelled in a teasing tone, almost calling out Lu Zechen's name.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, rapid footsteps came from the house.
Then, with a flick of the brush, the main door was opened.
At the entrance, Lu Zechen's shirt was messy, and the woman's bright lipstick was still on his lips. His usually charming eyes were brewing with raging anger, and he stared at Song Xiang at the door.
Song Xiang was so courageous that he dared to offend her even if he was harsh and cold. How could he still be afraid of Lu Zechen?
With a smile on her face, she winked at Lu Zechen and said, "What a coincidence. Mr. Lu also came to see Sister Lian?"
Lu Zechen stared at her, extremely angry, and suddenly smiled twistedly.
"Didn't Yan Han buy you a house? You came to see Gu Lian at night?"
Song Xiang shrugged, walked forward, knocked Lu Zechen aside and walked directly inside.
"Whether or not I have a house doesn't matter if I like to live with Sister Lian."
After saying that, she turned around and spread her hands to Lu Zechen, "Young Master Lu also has a house, right?"
Lu Zechen snorted coldly, his face turned livid with anger, and when he turned around to look at Song Xiang, there was still a scary smile on his lips.
"Song Xiang, for Li Han's sake I won't embarrass you, get out of here right now!"
"Impossible." Song Xiang crossed his arms and smiled, "I'm determined to stay here today."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Lian walked out of the bedroom wearing a coat.
"This house is in my name, Lu Zechen, you have no right to evict people."
The two women stood together, as if they were fighting against the enemy together.
Lu Zechen was completely angered. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, then pointed at the two women and said, "You two are very capable."
After saying that, he looked at Song Xiang and sneered: "Song Xiang, I can't deal with you, someone can."