Wen Wen wore a pink over-the-knee skirt and crystal high heels as she got out of the car. Her face was sweet and delicate, and she was completely non-aggressive from head to toe. She even nodded slightly to Wang Yong.
Song Xiang was sitting on the motorcycle, her heart skipped a beat, and she had an indescribable feeling.
The warmth seemed different, making her feel a chill down her spine.
While she was lost in thought, the bodyguard walked to the other side of the car and opened the door for the man sitting inside.
"Pretending."
Duan Ge muttered something in front of Song Xiang, and probably turned the accelerator and turned the motorcycle's roar to maximum.
Motorcycles and Bentleys are not compatible in any way, but they are both leaders in their fields, and the visual impact is very strong.
The car door opened, and Yan Han's profile was revealed. The sun shone through, and half of his profile was covered with gold. His face was looming, noble and arrogant.
Song Xiang sat in the back seat and saw a limited scene until the man stepped out of the car with black leather shoes, his handsome face completely exposed in the sun, and the restrained screams of girls surrounded him.
She couldn't help but clicked her tongue, reached out and poked Duan Ge on the back, "Didn't I tell you not to go through the south gate?"
Duan Ge: "..."
He opened his mouth, realized that he had heard wrong, and regretted it endlessly.
However, we were already facing him head-on. It would be too embarrassing to turn around, so we had no choice but to face him head-on.
What's more, in the eyes of Young Master Duan, Yan Han is only a little higher than Lin Cong.
"Mr. Yan is here, and we failed to entertain him well."
Wang Yong had just eaten up. When he saw Yan Han getting out of the car, he still approached him with a shy face and smiled like a pug.
Yan Han didn't even look at him. He glanced around indifferently, and finally landed on the deliberately lowered head behind Duan Ge.
Wenxin noticed his gaze, walked to him, and said in a gentle voice, "Mr. Yan, let's go in first, it's a bit hot outside."
Wang Yong quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, come in quickly, there is air conditioning inside."
Song Xiang was not far away, and he was thinking silently in his heart. You should hurry in and stop drying. Who will be responsible for it then?
Yan Han withdrew his gaze, put one hand in his pocket, and walked towards the venue.
Song Xiang watched him walk away, heaving a sigh of relief and chanting Amitabha in his heart.
Duan Ge pulled the accelerator several times in a playful manner, making a loud noise, and his attention, which had been following Yan Han, was drawn back a lot.
Song Xiang was so frightened that he quickly patted him on the shoulder, "What are you doing?!"
Duan Ge clicked his tongue, "Just pull the accelerator, what are you afraid of?"
Song Xiang had a big head and quickly glanced in the direction of the crowd. Fortunately, Yan Han had no intention of looking back.
She was afraid that something would happen again, so she urged Duan Ge, "Hurry and leave."
Duan Ge knew that she was afraid of the severe cold, so she couldn't help but snort, muttering in her mouth, and holding her breath while kicking the car.
He suddenly started, without even saying hello to Song Xiang, who was so frightened that Song Xiang almost fell back.
"Hello!"
Song Xiang opened her mouth, and the whooshing cold wind rushed in, and her words became a grunting sound, which was completely inaudible.
She was so angry that she didn't even hug Duan Ge, but held on to the back seat to hold on throughout the entire journey.
When they arrived outside the racing track, Duan Ge deliberately braked suddenly again.
Song Xiang was so childish that his head hurt. He seized the opportunity and quickly got out of the car, feeling dizzy and dizzy.
"You are also... capable. This is the first time in my life that I have fainted on a motorcycle!"
She put her hands on her waist and sat down directly on the curb outside the racing track, breathing heavily.
Duan Ge was standing on one leg, trimming his hair in front of the car mirror. He looked very beautiful. He only responded to Song Xiang's complaints with two cold snorts.
"Get in the car and I'll take you in for a couple of laps."
Song Xiang waved his hands repeatedly as if facing a formidable enemy, "I can't do it anymore."
Duan Ge frowned, "What's wrong with you? You're so disappointing."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, "You go in first, I'll rest for a while, and I'll go in later."
"Can you do it alone?" Duan Ge looked around to determine whether it was safe or not.
Song Xiang nodded, "I'm fine, just go in quickly."
Duan Ge hadn't been in a racing car for a long time, and his hands were really itchy. He made sure that Song Xiang was okay, and then drove the car to the racing track by himself.
It wasn't during a race, so there wasn't a single car around and it was very quiet.
Song Xiang sat on the roadside to rest, closing his eyes and raising his head, his breathing gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
She slowly took out her phone and glanced at the message. It was from Yangliu.
"Song Xiang, why are you leaving?"
Song Xiang hasn't replied yet, and the other party sent several messages in succession.
"You are so lucky, Yan Han is so handsome!"
"Where do you think we're going next? I'm going to give you the cold shoulder!"
Song Xiang frowned and typed: "What kind of event are you planning?"
She sent the message, but there was no reply. She was probably too excited to take oxygen.
Song Xiang snorted, thinking that being harsh and cold had nothing to do with him, so he continued to blow the wind with peace of mind.