Song Xiang slept in a daze for a few hours. She vaguely felt someone pushing open the door to her room. She turned over, ignored it, and continued to sleep.
Until six o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang as usual. Song Xiang muttered and fumbled for the mobile phone with his eyes closed.
However, I didn't touch the phone, but I touched something furry.
She was startled for a moment, her thoughts quickly came back to her, she opened her eyes and leaned half of her body sideways.
His eyes moved down, and finally locked on the head lying beside her bed...
Song Xiang took a breath, almost thinking that she was dreaming, and rubbed her eyes several times to confirm that it was real.
"Mr. Yan?"
She called out tentatively, but the lying man made no move.
When did this guy come back? He made no sound at all, just like a ghost.
Also, why is he back?
Song Xiang was confused, but she didn't dare to speak too loudly. She could tell by looking at Shun Han that half of his face was exposed outside his arm. He must have not slept all night, and he was very bruised at the moment.
She curled her lips, glanced around twice, and suddenly found a lunch box on the bedside table.
Shibisi?
Song Xiang sniffed her nose, and her eyes immediately lit up, confirming that this was the smell she imagined.
Despite the excitement, doubts came again.
It takes one night to buy some noodles?
Yan Han was lying next to her. If she moved too much, Yan Han would be woken up. The aroma of noodles spread to every corner around her, reminding Song Xiang that she might get lumpy if she didn't eat.
Song Xiang licked her lips, moved her body slowly, and sat up carefully.
Yan Han kept the same movement and was not woken up, which showed how sleepy he was.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the noodle box over, and opened it little by little along the edge.
As soon as a small gap was opened, the aroma came out.
There was a growling sound in my stomach, and my appetite, which had been completely unresponsive yesterday, suddenly came to life.
Song Xiang was a little excited, so she opened the lid with her hands a little loudly, and with a tearing sound, the entire lid was lifted.
However, the movement was too loud and woke up the "beast" nearby.
Yan Han let out an impatient sigh of relief, slowly raised his head and looked towards Song Xiang.
His eyes were bloodshot, mixed with a little irritability from being woken up, and he stared at the person fiercely, and he almost swallowed Song Xiang live with his blood spurting out from his mouth.
Song Xiang glanced at the sloppy noodles in the lunch box, then looked at Yan Han's sinister eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched wildly.
She forced out a dry smile and looked at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, good morning~~"
Yan Han only slept for two hours. Even if he exercised regularly, his body still couldn't bear it.
What's more, he said the wrong thing and angered the old man, so he received two crutches on the spot, and his back still hurts.
I was suddenly woken up by Song Xiang, and I was already in a very unhappy mood. Suddenly I heard Song Xiang's good morning, and my heart felt as if someone had swept it with a feather.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Song Xiang to make sure that he was not awake.
More than a month ago, Song Xiang woke up next to him and could say good morning, but without emotion, not even the fake smile like now.
Song Xiang found that Yan Han had been staring at her, feeling uneasy and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, "Mr. Yan, when did you come?"
Yan Han heard her voice, his mind cleared, and he scratched his hair slightly unhappily, "When you started snoring."
Song Xiang was shocked, "No way, I never snore!"
Yan Han snorted and reached for his mobile phone, "I recorded it."
Song Xiang: "..."
She still didn't believe it, and looked at Yan Han's cell phone.
Yan Han opened his mouth tiredly, looking unhappy. When he noticed Song Xiang peeking, he put away the phone again.
"What are you looking at? Don't you want to eat noodles?"
Song Xiang lowered his head and glanced at the noodles, hehehe, "Mr. Yan, what time did you buy this noodles?"
Yan Han: "One or two points."
Song Xiang: "..."
It's already six o'clock in the morning, and this noodle is almost back to its original state and turned into dough!
"I'm not hungry now, why don't you, Mr. Yan, eat first?" Song Xiang smiled slightly.
Yan Han held his chin with one hand and squinted his eyes lazily, "If you don't wash up, I won't eat."
Song Xiang: "Then I also..."
"You shouldn't be so particular." Yan Han interrupted Song Xiang's retreat and said coolly: "You used to go downstairs to eat leftovers in the middle of the night."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth. It was not good for his opponent to be someone he had slept with before. He knew everything too well.
She was holding the lunch box, unable to eat.
Yan Yanhan smacked his lips and looked at her sideways, "What? I spent so much time buying it for you, and you don't plan to eat it?"
Song Xiang was in a complicated mood. She actually felt a little comforted that Yan Han actually bought noodles. After all, he had not lost his humanity, but now that his noodles were lumpy like this, it was simply a disguised form of punishment.
Yan Han urged: "Eat quickly."
Song Xiang raised her face and suddenly found that it was still hot. She glanced at Yan Han doubtfully.
Yan Han leaned back, crossed his arms across his chest, and said slightly proudly, "I asked the nurse to heat it up half an hour ago."