Song Xiang leaned in Yan Han's arms and played with his fingers in boredom.
"Sleepy?" the man asked her.
"No." She nuzzled into his arms again and murmured softly: "I don't know what's going on with Sister Lian. Lu Zechen's work is messy. Just don't cause any trouble."
Yan Han closed his eyes, curled his lips, and raised his hand to pinch her face, "Little housekeeper, isn't it enough to take care of me? You still want to take care of other people's affairs."
Song Xiang puffed up his cheeks and deliberately rubbed his chin with his fingers, "Then tell me, what's going on with that Mi Lan?"
The man opened his eyes, frowned, and said with a smile: "You've been doing this for a long time, but you still want to dig up information?"
"I'm just curious."
"The person is not the important thing, the important thing is the purpose of the person coming back?" The man moved his body, changed his posture, and turned slightly sideways.
Song Xiang was thinking about it and didn't notice his movements. Then, she found that he turned from bottom to top and placed his hands on her side.
"Purpose?"
Yan Han responded lazily, reached out and wiped her lips with his fingertips, "You didn't wear lipstick today?"
Song Xiang nodded casually and asked again: "I think she is quite old, but she is not married yet?"
"Who knows."
The man's tone was perfunctory, and he suddenly leaned over and pecked her lightly on the lips.
Song Xiang remembered that there was someone next to him and lightly punched his shoulder.
Yan Han took advantage of the opportunity to hold her fist, put it to her lips and kissed her gently.
Their location is quite hidden, and Li Ying and the others are busy, so no one pays attention to them.
Song Xiang met his deep eyes and muttered, "It's time to turn into a wolf?"
The corners of Yan Han's lips raised, his eyes fell on her lips, and he leaned forward to kiss her.
Song Xiang noticed the changes in his body and quickly pinched his waist, "No, let's go back upstairs, there are people..."
The man stopped and chuckled.
Song Xiang was confused and hit him on the shoulder, "What are you laughing at?"
He leaned close to her ear and whispered: "What are you thinking about? I just want to kiss you. What kind of place is this? I don't have such wild ideas."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched Song Xiang's head, "There are a lot of interesting things in that little head."
Song Xiang: "..."
She bit her lip, kicked him lightly, pushed him away and got up.
Fortunately, no one found them.
Not far away, Gong Shiheng came back from buying instant noodles with a bunch of things in his hands.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and tapped the man to adjust his posture so that she could lean back comfortably.
"Buy so much? Is five yuan enough?" Xiao Sheng's joking voice came over.
Song Xiang became interested and lay on Yan Han's body, looking up to take a peek.
Gong Shiheng looked helpless, sat down next to Xiao Sheng, and helped pour the instant noodles in a good-tempered manner.
"Eight pieces of instant noodles and four pieces of sausage." He reported the bill.
Xiao Sheng hung up the phone unethically, holding his chin with one hand and looking at the people around him, "So expensive?"
Her hair was already a bit long, so she tied it into a small knot with a simple hair tie, leaving a large section hanging behind her head. Because her hair was not long, there were a lot of broken hair on both sides.
Gong Shiheng turned to look at her and found that her hair was faintly golden under the light.
"Yeah." He looked away.
Xiao Sheng narrowed his eyes and teased him leisurely, "Then I only gave you five yuan, and you give me half a bucket of noodles and a mouthful of intestines?"
Everyone eavesdropping: "..."
Gong Shiheng closed the lid of the instant noodles and turned to look at her, "Let me treat you."