Chapter 224 The Emperor Taishang and his maid were assassinated
Song Xiang felt that she must be overflowing with motherly love, otherwise she wouldn't be moved by watching Yan Han take two bites of wontons.
"Mr. Yan, don't worry, I will definitely work hard to help Yue Ji develop upwards."
The meal was just right, Song Xiang assured Yan Han with great fighting spirit.
Yan Yanhan raised his eyes, glanced at her like a fool, and didn't even respond.
Song Xiang received no response, so he touched his nose awkwardly and continued eating as if nothing had happened.
She thought the wontons were delicious, but Yan Han stopped after eating only a few. They seemed not to her liking.
"Isn't it delicious?"
Yan Han licked his lips, "I'm full."
Seeing that he didn't take out the tissue next to him, Song Xiang thought for a moment, took the handkerchief from his handbag and handed it over.
Yan Han's eyes fell on the veil in front of him, but he didn't pick it up immediately.
He is not a pretentious person and usually does not use handkerchiefs, but the napkins in this store are too far from his daily use standards, so he really can't get rid of them.
Song Xiang: "It's clean, never used."
She doesn't usually use a handkerchief. The handkerchief in her handbag was prepared by Wang Zheng, and she didn't expect it to come in handy.
Yan Han took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth quickly.
Song Xiang stared at him, watching him finish wiping, and then reached out to pick it up.
However, Yan Han did not give her the veil. Instead, he folded it and put it in his suit pocket, and urged her impatiently, "Eat quickly."
Song Xiang groaned, quickly lowered his head, and stuffed the food into his mouth one by one.
She ate so voraciously that she wanted to swallow the bowl too, so much so that Yan Han suspected that they were not eating the same thing, why did she taste so delicious?
"Boss, help me pack the steamed dumplings."
"Okay!"
Yan Han: "...pig."
When Song Xiang heard him muttering, she rolled her eyes quietly and continued to stuff her mouth with her head.
There was nothing to say to each other. From the kitchen behind, the proprietress's voice sounded on the phone, which seemed to be for takeout.
After a while, the landlady came out and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, you two, I just accidentally picked up a takeaway. They were picking it up at home. Look..."
Yan Han ignored it.
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han's face and knew, "It doesn't matter, just let him do it. We are almost finished eating."
The landlady breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face, and rushed to praise the two of them for their talent and beauty.
Song Xiang looked embarrassed and didn't say much. The explanation was more like a cover-up.
As soon as the landlady left, Yan Han opened his mouth.
"I think you are a little scheming."
Song Xiang:???
Yan Han straightened up, looked from top to bottom, and said as if he had seen through the mystery, "If you don't explain, once we leave, the boss will definitely betray the secret that we are a couple to the media."
He hummed twice, very determined, and his eyes showed his guard against Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was speechless and laughed on the spot.
"Mr. Yan, you are really... imaginative."
Yan Han didn't know if he was joking with her or if he really felt that way. Seeing through her expression, he suddenly stopped urging her and instead acted in a leisurely manner.
Song Xiang complained inwardly, but continued to pretend on the surface, feeling very tired.
The two of them were in a stalemate with their minds, when there was movement outside, and a young man wearing a peaked cap walked in.
Yan Song quickly stood up and followed him. Song Xiang had sharp eyes and reminded him, "It's okay, let him in."
The other person didn't raise his head, and waited for Yan Song to let go of his hand before he walked inside.
Song Xiang didn't pay attention and continued to eat with his head down, thinking about packing two things back to avoid being hungry again at night.
Yan Han stared at the woman opposite, wondering how she could eat so well, and was about to laugh at her.
No one noticed that the young man wearing a peaked cap entered the kitchen, and then the voice of the landlady came from behind.
"Do you want so much soup?"
Still no one cares.
Yan Han was looking at Song Xiang's head and said sarcastically, "Are you a pig? How long will you eat?"
Song Xiang felt aggrieved, "You haven't finished the bowl of wontons yet?"
"You ate everything..."
Halfway through Yan Han's words, he vaguely felt someone on the opposite side looking over. When he raised his head, the other person immediately accelerated his pace.
Almost instantly, Song Xiang didn't notice it at all.
Yan Han, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly stood up and pulled her away from her position with one hand!
"Go to hell!"
A roar forced from deep in his throat.
"Master!!"
There was a clanging sound as the table fell to the ground, and the surrounding area was in chaos.
When Song Xiang opened her eyes, she saw the man in the peaked hat throwing two boxes of scalding liquid in his hand towards them. Her eyes widened, and her body was pulled towards her by Yan Han before she had time to dodge. The liquid came towards her face.
At the critical moment, the man turned sideways and blocked her sight with half of his body.
Song Xiang heard a muffled groan, then the sound of bodyguards rushing in, and the curse of a strange man as he was pressed to the ground.
Everything happened so fast, she didn't have time to think at all.