It was a pen that was thrown straight at Song Xiang. She stood still and was prepared to be hit.
Yan Song frowned, and without hesitation, he pulled Song Xiang away the moment the pen flew over!
Clang——
The pen fell to the ground and disintegrated instantly, showing how much force Yanhan used when he smashed it out.
Song Xiang's heart was beating loudly, her throat moved up and down slightly, and her steps suddenly became a little unable to move.
Yan Song stood beside her, rolling his eyes, and shouted through the crack in the door: "Master, Miss Song is worried about your injury and just wants to see you."
Song Xiang bit her lip and glanced at Yan Song with complicated eyes. He said this as if she was worried about Yan Han.
There was no movement in the study, no consent was expressed, but nothing was thrown out.
Yan Song glanced at Song Xiang and whispered: "Please."
Song Xiang hugged the medicine box in her arms tightly, moved with difficulty, and opened the door again with great precaution.
Behind the door, all the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling were turned on, and the light was a bit dazzling.
The design of the room was high-rise and low-rise. The place where Yan Han was located was two levels higher than the door. When Song Xiang stood below, she naturally felt like she was being looked down upon.
She walked over carefully, but the swivel chair behind the desk was facing away from her, and she could not see Shun Han's expression.
"Mr. Yan?"
No response.
Song Xiang sighed, put down the medicine box, took the swelling-reducing spray from it, and walked up the steps anxiously.
Yan Han sat on the revolving chair with his legs crossed, his eyebrows formed into a hill, his eyes closed tightly, and he had no intention of opening his eyes to look at her.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and thought it would be best if he didn't open his eyes. She didn't want to look into his eyes now.
She tightened her grip on the spray in her hand, walked up to Yan Han, and whispered, "I'll give you some medicine."
Yan Han pursed his lips into a straight line, his displeasure was obvious, but he still didn't respond.
Song Xiang took a breath, leaned over, and stretched out his hand, trying to lift the strands of hair from the man's forehead.
However, as soon as she stretched out her hand, Yan Han suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed her wrist.
Song Xiang exclaimed, startled with fright, and lowered his head to meet Yan Han's gloomy eyes.
"You didn't let me touch you just now, and now you're trying to provoke me?"
He snorted with disdain and then threw Song Xiang's hand away.
The man exerted too much force, and Song Xiang stumbled back a big step before she could stand still.
She turned her wrist, calmly digesting the pain, and faced the stern and cold eyes.
"I don't mean to offend you. Let's talk after I finish giving you the medicine, okay?"
"Talk?" Yan Han sneered, his words were blunt and hurtful, "Why are you talking to me? I was willing to play with you a few times before, but do you really think you have a bargaining chip?"
He retracted his legs, leaned close to Song Xiang, and said coldly: "You know in your heart that from beginning to end, your only bargaining chip is yourself. I am interested in you, and you have the right to speak with me. Otherwise,
What can you do to deserve my time?"
Song Xiang stayed where he was, gritting his teeth and warning himself not to be impulsive.
Yan Han slapped her just now. She only felt pain at the time, but compared with these few words now, that slap was nothing more than child's play.
Song Xiang felt like she had been slapped several times, and the left and right sides of her face were burning.
She breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the overwhelming grievance, walked to Yan Han, and stubbornly stretched out her hand.
"I'll help you take care of your wounds first."
Yan Han frowned, looked coldly at the woman in front of him, and temporarily turned away from the hurtful words on his lips.
Song Xiang lifted the man's broken hair from his forehead, sprayed it carefully twice, and then stretched out his hand to massage it carefully.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, feeling irritated and couldn't help but grab her wrist and bring her into his arms with force.
Bad memories flooded into his mind, and Song Xiang was a little panicked, but he didn't struggle.
Yan Han snatched the spray from her hand, glanced at it, and said impatiently: "What the hell are you using?"
Song Xiang: "Swelling spray...yeah!"
Before she could finish her words, Yan Han aimed the spray at half of her cheek.
The mist-like potion hit his face, Song Xiang closed his eyes subconsciously, and the next second he felt his eyes go dark.
Opening his eyes, he found that his eyes were covered by a hand.
It's severe cold...
She was stunned for a moment, and her eyes gradually widened. She didn't know when her eyes became hot, and tears flowed out again.
Yan Han covered her eyes and sprayed the spray randomly. He originally saw the redness and swelling on her cheeks and remembered that he had hit the woman, so he suddenly pulled her to apply the medicine.
However, the warmth in his palm reminded him of something, and the annoying Song Xiang cried again.
He quickly stopped spraying, retracted his hand, and pushed the woman in his arms out.
Song Xiang was suddenly pushed out. His feet were unstable and he could only kneel down straight.
Fortunately, the room was covered with thick carpets, so she didn't feel any pain, but her posture was a little awkward.
She raised her hand to wipe the medicine on her face. She felt as if she was on a roller coaster. She turned around unsteadily and did not dare to stand up. Instead, she put her hands on her knees and knelt down in front of Yan Han.
Yan Han lowered his eyes and snorted, "Now you know how to pretend to be good?"