Song Xiang only occupied a little space on the edge of the sofa. She was dizzy now and her whole body was about to fall apart.
There was a light and refreshing fragrance next to her. It was the men's perfume that Yan Han usually used. She used to find it sexy, but now she found it pungent and incense.
"Ms. Song, Huanhuan has a short temper. I offended you today. I offer you a glass of wine and please forgive me."
Zhao Jinxuan's attitude was gentle and he was about to pour himself a drink.
Lin Yihuan held his hand and said angrily: "What are you apologizing for? It's not your fault."
"It's not his fault, it's your fault?" Lu Zechen hugged Gu Lian and looked at Lin Yihuan as if joking.
Lin Yihuan opened his mouth, wanting to argue again, but when he suddenly raised his head, he was met with stern and cold eyes.
She shuddered, and her voice got stuck in her throat and couldn't come out. In the eyes of ordinary people like them, Shuanghan was the living king of hell. Unless they wanted to die, no one would mess with him.
"No need to apologize."
Song Xiang left the sofa, squatted in front of the coffee table, and reached out to take the wine bottle in Zhao Jinxuan's hand.
Her voice was hoarse, a bit unpleasant, and very uncomfortable.
"I was standing in a bad place and made Miss Lin misunderstood. I will punish myself with a drink."
There was dead silence in the box, except for the sound of Song Xiang pouring wine.
Lin Yihuan opened his mouth and suddenly felt a little at a loss, "Who told you to..."
Before she could find anything to say, Song Xiang had already drank a glass of wine.
"I've disturbed everyone's interest. I'll punish you with another drink. Let's let this matter go."
Song Xiang poured another glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp, as if he was drinking water instead of wine.
Zhao Jinxuan looked complicated and tried to stop him several times.
Gu Lian clenched his fists, and Lu Zechen let out a light chuckle.
Only Yan Han stared at Song Xiang's side face with a heavy look, as if there was no such madman around him.
Song Xiang drank two glasses of wine, but her chest felt much smoother. She stood up and looked at Gu Lian, "Sister Lian, can you lend me your place to clean up?"
Gu Lian was afraid that she would fall and wanted to go with her, but Song Xiang insisted on going by herself.
"Then go by yourself and wait for me in the room. We will go back together later."
Song Xiang asked for the password and went out on his own.
The moment she closed the door, she heard Lu Zechen's playful words.
"Why is she living with you?"
"Someone is cruel. Xiangxiang worked hard for five years, but in the end he was kicked out."
The door was closed, and Song Xiang didn't hear Yan Han's reply.
She walked to Gu Lian's room holding on to the wall, closed the door, and found silence all around. Then she leaned on the door and slid down, falling heavily to the ground.
There was still a buzzing sound in my ears, mixed with those unpleasant words, cruelly smashing my eardrums and pouring straight into my brain.
Song Xiang touched his face, it was so hot that his hands were burning.
Something in her chest felt like it was about to explode. She grabbed a small table next to her and there happened to be a wine glass on the table.
A light flashed in her mind, and she threw the wine glass directly without thinking.
There was a clang and the glass shattered, which was very clear in the silent environment.
Song Xiang opened his mouth and began to breathe heavily, even panting a little.
Unable to breathe for a long time, she slapped herself and finally calmed down.
Her mind was too confused, so she stood up and supported the wall, walked slowly into the bathroom, and turned on the showerhead without taking off her clothes.
The cold water washed down and the tinnitus disappeared temporarily.
The voice in her heart kept yelling.
Song Xiang, Song Xiang, you have to make a name for yourself even if you die, so you have to pay back this beating today no matter what.
My heart gradually calmed down, leaving only a cold feeling.
Song Xiang had tortured herself enough. When she was taking off her wet clothes, she remembered that she had no clean clothes.
She breathed a sigh of relief, opened the bathroom door without hesitation, and walked into the room naked.
The room was dark, and Song Xiang walked to the closet, ready to find two pieces of Gu Lian's clothes to wear first.
While she was looking for clothes, Yan Han's face that had nothing to do with her came to mind again, and she couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"The Yan family members all have brain diseases. How come they are not physically ill? They must have hereditary terminal diseases."
"Man, you'd better go bankrupt tomorrow!"
The more she scolded, the more comfortable she became, and she did not notice the extra breath on the sofa not far away.
The man made a deliberate noise.
Song Xiang was startled, her movements froze for a moment, and she stared at the dark wardrobe with wide eyes.
"If I go bankrupt, don't even think about running away from those two houses of yours."
Song Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, reacted, and immediately took a piece of clothing to put on her body.
Turning his head, he saw Yan Han sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.