Duan Ge didn't like to break the casserole and ask for answers. Song Xiang said wait, so he just lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone.
It wasn't until six o'clock in the afternoon, when the sky got dark, that Song Xiang packed up his things and prepared to leave.
Downstairs of the hotel
The black Bentley parked quietly under the tree, like a dormant hunter, patiently waiting for its prey to appear.
It's a pity that the person sitting in the car has no patience, and his face has become as dark as Mo Yu's.
Zhao Zhe and the driver looked at each other and bravely spoke: "Mr. Yan, it's been three hours, do you need..."
The person sitting in the back seat raised his eyes, and the dark eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror, forcing him to swallow everything he said.
Cold sweat ran down Zhao Zhe's back, and he closed his mouth knowingly.
He prayed in his heart that Song Xiang would come out quickly and never spend the night inside with Duan Ge.
In the back seat, Yan Han had his hands crossed, his elbows resting on his knees, his thin lips pressed tightly, the corners of his mouth pressed down, and a circle of low pressure enveloped his whole body.
He just talked about something with Duan Xiangtian. When he came out of the study and looked at the whole place, Song Xiang had disappeared.
Yan Song reported that Song Xiang and Duan Ge went to the hotel to get a room.
He couldn't help but sneer, his smile twisted.
Song Xiang, you have the ability to pretend to be a chaste and fierce woman in front of me, and then go to a hotel with a man to book a room!
"It's broad daylight. Sister Xiang must have something serious to do when she goes to the hotel..." Zhao Zhe spoke again without fear of death.
Yan Han chuckled, one after another, very strange.
Zhao Zhe burst into tears and almost knelt down to pray on the spot.
At the entrance of the hotel, only people come in and no one leaves.
Time passed by, and the sky became darker and darker. If I didn't come out at this time, I would most likely have to spend the night in the hotel.
Zhao Zhe was also a little anxious. He turned around desperately, looked at Yan Han and said: "Mr. Yan, let's go in and bring Sister Xiang out!"
Yan Han raised his head and looked at Zhao Zhe with an expression as if he was looking at a fool.
"Shall I go in and look for her?"
Zhao Zhe: "..."
No, this is too much like catching an adulterer and does not fit Mr. Yan’s aloof persona.
Yan Han closed his eyes and weighed things in his mind. He would never use something that others had used, but if Song Xiang didn't come out, it would most likely mean...
He rarely hesitated like this. Thinking about it carefully, he had happened several times recently, and it was all because of Song Xiang.
She is just a woman, not a wife, so why waste such time.
He suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Drive back to Yan's."
Zhao Zhe was confused and shocked, "Leave?"
After waiting for several hours, if we leave now, what if someone comes out later?
Yan Han made a decision and would not hesitate any longer. He leaned back with a gloomy expression.
"When did you learn to question my decisions?"
Zhao Zhe choked and quickly swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"Sorry, Mr. Yan."
"Secretary Zhao, is that Miss Song?"
The driver, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.
A cold light flashed in his stern and cold eyes, but there was no movement, and he didn't even look forward.
When Zhao Zhe heard this, he was extremely excited and quickly looked outside.
"Mr. Yan, it's Sister Xiang!"
outside the car
Song Xiang and Duan Ge came out of the side door and walked side by side. They were talking quietly.
Duan Ge said: "The security guard just refused to let me park outside. I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so I parked the car on the opposite side."
Song Xiang shrugged, "It's okay, let's walk over."
Duan Ge nodded, and as he walked, he asked where he would go to eat.
Neither of them noticed the Bentley on the side of the road. They hadn't even walked to the other side yet, waiting for the traffic to pass by.
The Bentley started suddenly and passed by them inadvertently, flying over a pond left by last night's rain.
Song Xiang and Duan Ge seemed to be in a dream, standing where they were splashed with mud and water.
"Fuck! There's something wrong with your brain!"
Duan Ge said a series of dirty words, greeting the eighteen generations of the car owner's ancestors in a totally different manner.
Song Xiang was wearing a skirt and was splashed with mud and water, making her very embarrassed.
She held up her skirt and squinted quickly to look at the "owner of the car that caused the accident."
However, the other party was driving too fast, and she could only recognize it as a Bentley, but could not clearly see the license plate number.
Duan Ge was so angry that he had to go to adjust the surveillance system. He would drag the grandson out and beat him up no matter what.
Song Xiang was helpless. Anyone who dared to drive around the imperial capital in a Bentley was either rich or noble. How could he be beaten casually?
She quickly persuaded Duan Ge to get in the car with an attitude of calming down the trouble.
Duan Ge cursed and didn't stop talking when he got in the car.
He drove Song Xiang home. When he arrived at the door, he was still angry.
Song Xiang opened the door and got out of the car. He suddenly grabbed Song Xiang's wrist and suddenly thought of something.
"That dog* just now, couldn't it be Shun Han?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "You are overthinking, his time is precious, why would he appear in that place?"
Duan Ge snorted and crossed his arms across his chest, "His time is precious? Then he went to my grandma's birthday party to increase his presence?"
Song Xiang: "..."
This really doesn't make sense.
Duan Ge looked unhappy and glanced at Song Xiang, "Is he doing it for you?"
Song Xiang brushed away the broken hair on the side of her face, shrugged, and said, "If I were so prone to overthinking, I wouldn't be able to stay with Yan Han for five years."
"He only looks at the core interests. Even if he plays with women, enough is enough."