Yan got out of the car, and there was an expressionless Yan Han sitting in the back seat.
"Master, actually Madam just wants to get closer to you."
"I'm not used to it."
Yan Song: "Then tonight..."
"Go to that house in Hengshan."
The corner of Yan Song's mouth twitched, he raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, looking at Yan Song's cold expression and said: "Miss Song has just moved into the house in Hengshan Residence."
Yan Han lowered the corners of his lips and remained silent for a moment.
Yan Song observed his young master's expression in the rearview mirror and tried to figure out his master's mood.
Yan Han knew that Song Xiang was asked to live in Hengshan, but he didn't know whether he really forgot or deliberately found an opportunity to go.
Yan Song remembered that he had laughed at Song Xiang for thinking too much in the afternoon. Now it seemed that the girl's precautions were right.
"Can she live alone in a few hundred square meters of space?" Yan Han was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke and made a decision, "Go and live in Hengshan."
Yan Song had a complicated expression and reluctantly started the car.
Twenty minutes later, the car drove into Hengshan Residence.
Yan Song got out of the car first and opened the door for Yan Han. He was also a little excited. He intuitively felt that Song Xiang would not let Yan Han in easily.
The two of them entered the elevator one after another and went straight to the seventeenth floor.
When he arrived at the door, Yan Song deliberately did not move.
Yan Han glanced at him, raised the corners of his lips in displeasure, and raised his hand to press his fingerprints.
Didi didi——
"Fingerprint recognition error."
Yan Han: "Heh."
Yan Song touched his nose and said, "Miss Song should have changed her password and fingerprints."
The corners of Yan Han's lips raised in equal measure, forcing out his usual twisted smile.
"Knock on the door!"
In line with his professionalism, Yan Song suppressed his laughter, kept an indifferent face, and went up and knocked on the door twice.
No response.
Knocked again, still no response.
"Ms. Song may not be at home?"
Yan Han frowned, turned around and went to the external safe at the entrance of the corridor to check, "She's in there."
"Keep knocking."
"yes."
…
Song Xiang was lying in the bathtub, gradually being submerged by the hot water. However, her nerves continued to be excited for too long, and when she suddenly relaxed, her brain went directly to sleep.
It's hard to breathe, my chest feels tight, and I just can't open my eyes.
My mind was dizzy and my whole body was out of control.
What's going on...
Bang bang bang!
After several consecutive sounds, it was as if a hand fell from the sky and dragged Song Xiang's soul up.
She opened her eyes suddenly, choked on the water, and spit out several bubbles in a row.
When I got up from the water in a flash, I was completely confused.
Asleep?
The fear she realized later made her thoughts drift away, and she sat in the bathtub for a long time without coming back to her senses.
Boom, boom, boom!
There seems to be a sound outside.
Song Xiang came back to her senses, looked around, and quickly took the prepared bathrobe and put it on.
Yan Song had told her that Shun Han would never come, so she took some precautions, fearing that it might be someone else with bad intentions. She also put on another bathrobe in the closet, wrapping her up inside and out.
Strict.
The knocking on the door didn't stop and became more and more urgent.
Song Xiang came out of the bedroom and ran all the way, passing seven or eight rooms before reaching the entrance.
She looked closer at the cat's eye, and she happened to face Yan Song's ice face. There seemed to be Yan Han standing behind her?
Song Xiang felt wary, pressed her collar, opened the door carefully, and stuck her head out.
Outside the door, Yan Han stood aside, listening to Yan Song knocking on the door for at least ten minutes, and now he was in a very bad mood.
"Are you deaf?"
Song Xiang choked and still pressed the door handle, "Sorry, I was taking a shower just now."
After she finished speaking, Yan Han glanced around and saw her wet hair and red cheeks.
"What do you mean you're blocking the door?"
Song Xiang swallowed, glanced at Yan Song, and said boldly: "Yan Song said you wouldn't come to stay."
Yan Han glared at her, pushed Yan Song away, reached for the door and waved his hand. Regardless of whether Song Xiang exerted force inside, he just pulled out.
Song Xiang exclaimed and was almost pulled out of the door along with him.
She was also wearing a bathrobe. Even if she wore two pieces, it still looked unsightly.
"Mr. Yan, it's seven-twenty now!"
Yan Han ignored her anger and turned to Yan Song, "You can leave. Come pick me up on time tomorrow morning."
"yes."
Yan Song was very knowledgeable and retired without stopping for a moment.
Song Xiang was shocked and watched Yan Song walk into the elevator, while Yan Han walked into the house in a swaggering manner.
She was still barefoot and stood at the door looking at Yan Han, looking very funny.
Yan Han sat down on the sofa, pulled his tie irritably, turned his back to Song Xiang, and said coolly: "There's no need to be so surprised, I'm not that interested in you, this house is more than 600 square meters, we can totally do it
We will live apart from each other until we die, each living in his own place."
Song Xiang closed the door and murmured in his heart that Shun Han had bad intentions.
"If you live here, I will..."
Yan Han turned sideways and glanced at her, "I can stay for two days at most."
Song Xiang was at a loss for words. He still felt something was wrong and was thinking about the words in his head.
Yan Han snorted disdainfully and took the initiative to divide the area, "The east belongs to you, and the west belongs to me. Unless I tell you, don't enter my territory casually."
He behaved too generously. In contrast, if Song Xiang thought about it more, he would seem to be a bit mean-spirited.