Song Xiang has just become pregnant and is currently being treated like a protected animal.
Rong Boye moved her room to a small hotel behind the rockery. When she opened the window, she could see the man-made lake. Outside, the willows hung low and hundreds of flowers bloomed, which was refreshing.
She was alone, thinking about Gong Shiheng's condition, and just called Xiang Shuyi to inquire about the specific situation.
It was quiet when two thumps came from the window.
She put down the things in her hands and walked over slowly.
When she opened the window, the fragrance of flowers was everywhere, but there was no one around. She was on the second floor, so no one should be knocking on the window.
As she was thinking this, something suddenly floated down from above and landed firmly in front of her, almost blocking most of the window.
She was stunned for a moment and realized that it was a small aircraft with a gift box hanging underneath.
Strictly cold romance?
"Ugh!"
The box moved.
Song Xiang blinked and poked the box, "Alive?"
Her curiosity aroused, and she thought that Gouzi was getting more and more popular recently, and he was doing it one after another.
She grabbed the hem of the box, opened both windows, and then reluctantly pulled the things into the house.
The box is not small, at least as big as a bedside table.
As soon as it landed, the things inside struggled twice.
Song Xiang was worried that it would be stuffy inside, so he quickly took off the aircraft and opened the box.
When the lid is opened halfway, there is a faint smell of animals inside.
She opened it and immediately met a pair of wise eyes.
The little guy's hair is very dense, mostly gray, his face is evenly colored, and his ears are pointed. At this moment, he probably feels a little uncomfortable from being jolted, and he is gasping for breath with his little tongue sticking out.
Song Xiang reached out and poked him, and he immediately whined and covered Song Xiang's fingers with his thick little paws.
"Erha?"
The little guy then whined.
It should be so, it's not like it's a wolf.
Song Xiang felt soft-hearted, hugged the little guy and got up. Just as he was about to go find Yan Han, he suddenly glanced at a note next to him.
Oh, I'm quite prepared.
The corners of her lips raised, and she picked up the note and took a look.
——Baby, I heard that you are pregnant with a baby?
Song Xiang:???
She blinked and reacted immediately.
Nanche?
She turned over the card and saw the signature - The most handsome unprintable uncle in the universe.
Song Xiang: "..."
She was shocked in her heart. The security of the Rong family was absolutely top-notch. How could Nan Che bring in the big box in front of her?
The little guy in my arms was soft and exuding milky smell.
She was a little unsure. Rong Boye and Yan Han would definitely not let such a little thing of unknown origin be raised.
Just as she was thinking about it, the door to the suite was opened and she heard the sound clearly.
Without thinking, she lifted up the sheets, hid the little guy in her arms underneath, and said to the little guy: "Shh——"
Little guy: "Woo——!"
Song Xiang pinched it into his mouth.
Shut up manually.
Yan Han's footsteps approached, and she quickly stood up. Before she even took two steps, Yan Han was already in front of her.
She stood up quickly and was obviously in a panic.
Yan Han put down the things in his hands and asked, "What are you in a hurry for?"
Song Xiang pretended to arrange his hair naturally and said, "No, I just came down for a walk and do some exercise."
After saying that, she immediately stretched her arms.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and looked behind her.
Song Xiangma slipped to block it.
Yan Han lowered his eyes, looked at her and said, "The bed is a little messy."
Song Xiang said "Ah" and scratched his hair, "Yes, I just got out of bed."