Song Xiang returned home early and had a rare dinner in peace. After taking a bath, she lay on the bed and waited for Gong Shiheng's reply.
"Master Gong, how are you doing?"
Gong Shiheng: "Don't worry, everything is just right."
Song Xiang blinked, it was just a gift, why should he exaggerate the atmosphere?
She held her chin with one hand, feeling that something was a little wrong, but she didn't want to say anything. After all, Gong Shiheng was already in trouble.
Gong Shiheng: “I’ll take pictures for you later.”
Song Xiang looked at the screen and replied with two words, "Okay."
She waited quietly, unaware of what was happening on the beach out of sight.
seaside
Gong Shiheng tried his best to get Yan Han to get up from his seat and led a group of people to the dark beach.
"What on earth is Brother Shiheng going to do?" Lin Yihuan also noticed something was wrong. He looked around and whispered, "Could it be... that you want to confess your feelings?"
Zhao Jinxuan couldn't laugh or cry, "Who can he confess to?"
Lin Yihuan stuck out her tongue and joked in her boyfriend's ear: "My brother, otherwise why would he bother to date my brother?"
Zhao Jinxuan was helpless, his girlfriend was a rotten girl, and he had no choice at all.
Behind them, Yan Han walked slowly, frowning, and looked at Gong Shiheng next to him: "What on earth are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound, as if something was lit.
The originally dark beach suddenly lit up, and everyone quickly looked over.
The range of bright light gradually expanded, traveling from both ends, and finally circled into a heart shape.
In the center of the heart shape is a black supercar.
Lu Zechen whistled, watching the excitement was not a big deal, "What a confession."
Yan Han frowned, his eyes fell on the black supercar, and he immediately recognized it as the Ghost that he had in his garage.
The car that dead woman bought last time was also a Ghost...
He hated the house, and immediately felt that the Ghost in his garage was no longer satisfactory.
"What happened? Who confessed to whom?"
"Brother Shiheng, please tell me quickly."
"I'm going to ask some girl to confess to Li Han, right?" Yu Tianyu guessed casually.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at Gong Shiheng and then at Yan Han.
Yan Han has a dead face, which is completely incompatible with the romantic word "confession".
Gong Shiheng spread his hands and motioned for everyone to look into the car.
Someone inside the Ghost tried the engine twice on the spot, turned on the headlights amidst the roar, and pointed them straight in the direction of the severe cold.
Yan Han frowned, raised his arms to block his eyes, and squinted in the direction of the car.
A voice came from the bright light.
"Mr. Yan, this is Miss Song's gift to you."
Yan Han was stunned. He didn't expect that dead woman to dare to show up. He thought she would never dare to show up in his world again in a short time.
There was a commotion all around.
"This girl is rich, a five- to six-million-dollar luxury car."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you have such a wild personality, you dare to chase the big devil."
"I think she is a fool." Lin Yihuan curled his lips, hugged Zhao Jinxuan's arm and said, "My brother will not fall in love with such a superficial woman. Who needs a car or two from her?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Jinxuan pinched her waist gently.
Lin Yihuan was speechless, "Why are you pinching me? Did I say something wrong?"
Zhao Jinxuan twitched the corner of his mouth, not wanting to say more to Lin Yihuan. Even a fool could see that the person delivering the car was no ordinary person. Not only could he control Gong Shiheng, but Yan Han's expression now was obviously more relaxed than before.
Lu Zechen noticed that the person delivering the message was hesitant to speak, so he kindly stopped: "Be quiet, he hasn't finished delivering the message yet."
Everyone quickly fell silent, waiting for the messenger to continue.
The corners of Yan Han's depressed mouth also tended to soften. He put one hand in his pocket and waited for the other party's next words.
The messenger cleared his throat and continued: "Miss Song Zhu Yan..."
This person was halfway through reading and got stuck inexplicably.
Everyone thought it was an unspeakable love story, and became even more excited, urging them to continue.
Yan Han pursed his lips and remained silent, but his dark eyes flashed with light as he inadvertently stared at the small note in the hand of the messenger.
"read."
The messenger had no choice but to clear his throat and said, "Miss Song Zhu Yan..."
The other party was stuck again, and then the volume increased like a strong man breaking his wrist: "Happy Youth Day!!"
...
There was deathly silence on the beach.
The severe cold turned the entire body to stone.
Gong Shiheng's originally smiling face froze on the spot, and everyone else's voices also stopped abruptly.
I made a love gesture, gave a Ghost as a gift, and then wished the other person... a happy Youth Day.