Song Xiang sat paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. The dull pain on his forehead interacted with the heat on his cheeks, causing a burst of tinnitus.
After a long time, she could clearly feel the cold and soreness in her knees, and suddenly there was movement outside the door.
Song Xiang subconsciously raised his head and stared in the direction of the door.
The door opened and someone walked in. It was the bodyguard I saw last time in the suburban yard.
Yan Song walked in, noticed Song Xiang's posture, and immediately saw the redness and swelling on her cheeks.
His eyes flashed with surprise, then he lowered his head and said, "Miss Song."
Song Xiang turned away, quickly wiped her tears, and stood up with difficulty holding on to the flower stand.
Yan Song saw that she was struggling to move around, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call, asking someone below to bring in a medicine box.
Song Xiang had heard him call Young Master Yanhan, so she estimated that he was not just an employee, but someone from the Yan family's old house. She nodded politely, "Thank you."
"You are very polite." Yan Song spoke inexplicably.
Song Xiang didn't understand the meaning of his words, and his eyes were blank.
Yan Song came closer and opened his mouth and said: "The young master rested at two o'clock in the morning last night and got up at six o'clock this morning. First, he dealt with affairs in the group for more than six hours, then took a plane for more than an hour, and then accompanied the
Several dignitaries talked all afternoon until you had an accident in the suburbs."
He gave a clear report on Yanhan's day's itinerary, and then looked at Song Xiang intently.
"In order to save you, the young master left behind very important things and left. You are so grateful for this small favor from me. You should not have done such an excessive thing to the young master."
Song Xiang clenched her hands, raised her head and looked at the man opposite.
Yan Song said expressionlessly: "I can't imagine what the young master has done, but in my opinion, you should follow the young master's orders, at least for the sake of him saving your life not long ago."
Song Xiang's face turned blue and white, and the half of her face that had been slapped by the severe cold became even hotter, and her blood surged up. The stimulation caused her voice to get stuck in her throat, causing her to temporarily lose her voice.
She understood what the other party meant, it was just that she didn't know what was good or bad, and she would be disobedient to Yan Han at this time.
She took a deep breath, looked away, and spoke to a pot of flowers opposite: "I'm sorry, I don't understand the importance."
Yan Song ignored the emotion in her tone. He took a step back and said, "My name is Yan Song. You can calm down here. If you need anything, let me know."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then stood up, "What do you mean?"
Yan Song raised his head and spoke concisely: "Shouldn't you apologize to the young master?"
Song Xiang choked and felt a little breathless, "If you don't apologize, you can't leave, right?"
Yan Song spread his hands and said: "You are worrying too much. The young master has never mentioned you from just now. It is just my personal suggestion. It is best not to leave the conflicts that can be resolved today until tomorrow, otherwise you will be the one who suffers.
"
What he said was reasonable and reasonable, and he even considered it from Song Xiang's point of view.
"The person you have offended is very troublesome. No one in the entire imperial capital except the young master will make great efforts to protect you. What's more, the young master is actually not difficult to talk to."
Song Xiang had a hand on his face and sneered in his heart. It was not difficult to speak. Of course it was not difficult for him to speak. He always took action directly.
The maid downstairs brought the medicine box up. Yan Song did not let the maid in. Instead, he placed the medicine box on the coffee table and half-bowed to Song Xiang.
"Take care of the wound yourself. If you figure it out, I will take you to the young master's place."
Song Xiang turned away, not wanting to speak, feeling aggrieved and unwilling at the same time, and a little scared after thinking about it carefully.
Yan Song walked out and said, "You were not gentle with the young master just now. The young master's forehead has not been treated yet."
Song Xiang: "..."
After Yan Song finished speaking, he gently closed the door and left.
Song Xiang faced the medicine box opposite but did not make a move for a long time. She straightened her back and remained in a stalemate with herself for a long time, and it took a long time to relax.
Leaning on the sofa, I quickly compiled a rough draft of what I should say, warning myself over and over again that no matter what Yan Han said, I would face it calmly.
She revised her manuscript over and over again until the clock on the wall reached eleven o'clock, then she limped up with her medicine box in hand.
When she opened the door, there was a maid standing by the door. When she saw Song Xiang coming out, the little girl's eyes lit up and she asked her to wait, and then she quickly went downstairs to find Yan Song.
Song Xiang waited for Yan Song, who glanced at the untreated injuries on her face, and there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.
"The young master is in the study. If you want to go in, please promise not to do anything outrageous again."
Song Xiang had no choice but to straighten her hair and said, "Don't worry, I've used up all my courage just now."
Yan Song raised his eyebrows, said no more, and led Song Xiang to the third floor.
The entire third floor is a large flat-floor open space with no one around and the lights are on as bright as day.
Yan Song knocked on the door, but before he could open his mouth, a man's angry voice came from inside.
"roll!"
Song Xiang's heart trembled, and the sinister look in Yan Han's eyes when he got up from the ground flashed through his mind.
Yan Song turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang's mouth twitched slightly, and she stepped forward a little uncertainly.
She didn't knock on the door, but turned the door handle directly.
However, as soon as the door opened, before she could lift her feet, something hit her from inside!