After joking for a while, Song Xiang didn't eat the snail noodles. She knew that Yan Han couldn't stand the taste, so she would eat it secretly when she got home.
Yan Han sent Gu Lian and Lu Zechen home first, saying that Lu Zechen would carry Gu Lian and the child back on foot, but in fact he drove to the door of his house.
"Sister Lian, goodbye."
Song Xiang greeted Gu Lian and blew a kiss to Nian Nian.
I also learned it every year, but I was too sleepy, so I flew one for her perfunctorily.
Watching the three of them walking in together, Song Xiang got out of the car and sat on the passenger seat.
As soon as she sat firmly, Yan Han suddenly unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over.
"Why."
Song Xiang put one hand on his chest, but he held the back of her head and kissed her.
Their lips rubbed together, her mouth was half-opened, and she subconsciously responded to him.
suddenly!
The car window was knocked hard.
Yan Han stopped his movements and knew who it was without even thinking.
Song Xiang chuckled, tapped his shoulder, and asked him to sit down.
She opened the window and saw Lu Zechen's playful eyes.
"Li Han, there's no need. We'll be home in just a few steps."
Yan Han closed his eyes, wanting to go down and fight with him.
Lu Zechen put it away when he saw it was good, pointed to the back seat, "Gu Lian's handbag was left behind."
Before Song Xiang could reach out, Yan Han reached over and took it, then threw it at Lu Zechen, "Get out of here."
Lu Zechen took the handbag and said to Song Xiang desperately: "Believe me, he really said he wanted to marry Bo Siyan."
After saying that, he ran away.
Song Xiang: "..."
Severe cold gritted his teeth.
Song Xiang curled her lips, closed the car window, went over to hug Yanhan, and kissed him on the chin.
"What are you doing, being so careless?"
Yan Han hummed softly and hugged her waist, "I originally wanted to take you to eat chocolate on the way, but I asked him to stir it up for me."
Song Xiang touched his face and said, "Okay, I'll do the same next time. The dog is a good boy and won't be angry."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue and pinched her face, "Who are you calling a bitch?"
Song Xiang was not afraid of him, "Gouzi, Gouzi, Gouzi."
Yan Hanhu had a face on his face and tickled her on her waist.
Song Xiang dodged with a smile, pretending to have a sore back.
Yan Han immediately stopped and pressed her waist skillfully.
"Go home, Beibei has woken up at least twice." Song Xiang said.
Yan Han took back his hand and suddenly felt unhappy.
Song Xiang didn't notice and was still talking about Beibei's changes in the past two days.
When she got home, she realized that Yan Han's face was very long.
Angry?
She thought about it and felt that she had not offended him.
After entering the house, Yan Han still took care of her and carried her upstairs, but he was obviously not happy.
Song Xiang took a simple bath, lay on the bed and coaxed Beibei, mentally reviewing the journey just now.
When Yan Han finished taking a bath, she tried to say, "Shen Han, my waist is uncomfortable, please help me press it."
The man quickly wiped his hair, lay down behind her, and held her down with just the right amount of force.
Suddenly, his hands went around her waist and hugged her.
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she guessed the reason why he was unhappy.
Sure enough, the man leaned his head over, pressed his chin into the crook of her neck, and glanced at Beibei, who was sleeping soundly.
"Where does he sleep at night?"
"Small bed."
"Which crib?"
Song Xiang smiled, "Which one do you think it is?"
"The one next door."
Cheapskate.
In fact, there was someone taking care of Beibei, so there was no need for Song Xiang to get up at night. She was worried about it, so she kept it in her room.