The flight attendant politely said things to note in fluent English and was very respectful and careful.
"Mrs. Yan, do you need anything else?"
The young woman smiled and shook her head, "No need, thank you."
"Okay, I wish you a pleasant journey."
The stewardess leaves.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and looked at the man next to him who was wearing a blindfold, but whose body was obviously tense with anger.
She pursed her lips, quietly leaned over, raised her orchid fingers with both hands, pinched the edge of the man's blindfold with her thumb and index finger, and pulled it off sharply.
"Hi--!"
Yan Han: "..."
Eyes facing each other.
With an expression on his face, the man breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to take off his mask.
"Baby, if you want to comfort me, can you use the earthly method?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She sighed, leaned over and hugged his arm, then raised her hand to pinch his face.
"Be happy. I just have a younger brother or sister. This is a good thing. Think about it, you are twenty-eight now. When he is born and can talk, you will be almost thirty. There are still people who call you thirty.
Brother, take advantage of it, okay?"
Yan Han: "...ha."
Song Xiang leaned on his shoulder and glanced at the phone, "Also, even if you want to go back, there's no need to be in such a hurry, right?"
When we arrived at the Imperial Capital, it was two o'clock in the morning.
She looked up at Yan Han and said with a frown: "I told Yingzi that we would arrive at two o'clock in the afternoon, and she also said that she would pick us up. When we land, do we have to stay on the plane for more than ten hours?
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Yan Han pulled a face and didn't really want to talk.
Seeing his reaction, Song Xiang was helpless.
Originally, we had planned to leave later and the flight tickets were already booked, but this guy was pacing back and forth in the hotel, making a face as if the world was going to end. He had no choice but to change the time.
Song Xiang thought, and his head suddenly felt a little heavier.
She guessed that someone turned his face and pressed his chin on her head.
"Okay." She hugged his neck and rubbed it with her arms, "Don't lose your temper."
Yan Han: "Humph."
Song Xiang laughed, straightened up, and teased him, "What are you doing? Are you worried that your parents won't love you anymore after you have younger brothers and sisters?"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang laughed low, held his head with both hands, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "Okay, you are under my control now. Even if dad doesn't love mom, you still have me."
Yan Han closed his eyes and held the person in his arms.
"Idiot, do you think this is what bothers me?"
Of course Song Xiang knew it wasn't the case, it was just teasing him.
"Then what's bothering you?"
"Those two people can't even raise cats and dogs well. Do you think they can raise children well? When I was a child, they could leave me to the old man. Now, who are they leaving the children to?"
He could figure it out without using his brain. It would be fine if An Xuyue was interested in the children, but if he got tired of playing with them, he would most likely leave them to them.
"My own child hasn't been born yet. Will I still have to help them take care of their children?"
Song Xiang laughed.
She didn't think so. Yan Zhicheng and An Xuyue had gone through a lot, and having a young son now would definitely be different from back then.
"Okay, in the worst case, I'll help them, just treat them as little brats." She comforted him.
When Yan Han heard her calling her a little brat in his own tone, he couldn't help but tilt his head and chuckle, and kissed her on the forehead.