Song Xiang gritted her teeth and continued to apply the medicine, her movements could not have been gentler. However, this time the atmosphere between her and Yan Han was tense, and she could not blow on the wound. No matter how gentle her movements were, it still affected the wound.
Yan Han's face was sullen, and he looked like a lion whose den was tapped the whole time. He might pounce on him in the next second.
Song Xiang was highly nervous and roughly applied the medicine, then quickly retreated.
"Okay, you can rest now."
Yan Han still stared at her with gloomy eyes, showing no intention of lying down.
Song Xiang swallowed, thinking about how to solve the problem, when the person on the bed suddenly leaned over and grabbed her arm suddenly.
Yan Han only suffered burns on his back, but the strength belonging to an adult male was still there. He pulled with all his strength, and Song Xiang had no room to resist. She was pulled in front of him.
They were so close to each other that Song Xiang's arms could even touch the man's chest.
She stared at him closely, her heart almost jumping out of her throat as she watched him slowly approach.
Normally, Song Xiang would have struggled violently, but now she was worried about Yan Han's injury, so she could only give her words of advice, "Mr. Yan, you..."
Before he finished speaking, the man's face was almost in front of him.
Song Xiang's whole body was tense, and there was a war between heaven and man in his mind.
A favor is a favor, does it have to be repaid in this way?
Yan Yan gave her a cold look, then suddenly raised his arm aside, reached over from her, and took away the mobile phone on the chair.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then he was let go.
She blinked and realized that Yan Han just wanted to take the phone behind her.
My heart jumped into my throat and suddenly fell back to where it was, and I couldn't express my feelings.
Yan Han held the phone, then forcefully raised Song Xiang's hand, quickly unlocked it with his fingerprint, opened the camera, and deleted the photos, all in one go.
He threw the phone to Song Xiang and said coldly: "If you dare to bother me again, I will have you thrown into the street."
With that said, he lay down on his side again.
"Go back to your room and go to sleep. I don't have time to talk to you anymore."
Song Xiang raised his head and glanced at the time. It was almost four o'clock. Yan Han really didn't have a few hours to rest.
She didn't argue with him anymore, adjusted the air conditioning temperature in the room, and then carefully opened the door and went out.
room
Yan Han closed his eyes and kept his eyebrows locked. When the door closed, he snorted heavily again.
Outside the door, Song Xiang dragged her tired body back to her room and sent a message in advance, asking Ding Fan to send her a set of clothes to the hospital as soon as possible.
Within ten minutes, Ding Fan actually replied.
Song Xiang looked at the reply and thought of the days when she was a secretary, and she kept her phone on all day and night.
She was still wearing a dress and was in a state of embarrassment. She was wrapped in a quilt and reluctantly lay down. Sleepiness immediately surrounded her.
The alarm clock was set for six o'clock, and there was only a blink of an eye left to sleep.
I was woken up in a daze, feeling light-headed and lightheaded.
There was a knock on the door. It was Ding Fan who came to deliver clothes.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and left the room to get clothes.
Ding Fan stood at the door, handed the clothes to Song Xiang, and said, "Yesterday, Director Zhang's only son was arrested."
Song Xiang lowered his head to check his clothes and said, "Don't worry about it. He is someone who is seeking death. The Zhang family is finished."
Ding Fan was stunned for a moment, then understood and changed the topic, "The board of directors must have known what you said yesterday, and today they will definitely..."
Before she finished speaking, there was movement in the corridor.
Song Xiang threw away her clothes and took a look outside. It was Wenxin and Zhao Zhe who walked into the room.
"You should take care of the company's affairs first. I will try my best to go back today."
She finished her sentence, passed Ding Fan, and went directly to Yan Han's room.
Ding Fan was confused and quickly followed him, "Mr. Song, are you not going to the company today?"
Song Xiang had no time to explain and pushed open the door of Yan Han's room.
"Mr. Yan, do you want to go to the company?"
Yan Han stood by the bed, with no clothes on, his face was frighteningly smelly, and he didn't pay any attention to Song Xiang.
He turned to Wen Xin, "Clothes."
Wen Xin also had injuries on her legs. She was originally worried that Yan Han would be taboo about what happened last night, but she didn't expect Yan Han to actually talk to her. She was happy and glad that she had prepared clothes for Yan Han.
Song Xiang stood by the door, watching Wen Xin handing the shirt to Yan Han, her heart tightened and she couldn't help but step forward.
"no!"
Yan Han raised his eyes and glanced at her coldly, "What should I do and ask for your permission?"
Song Xiang was speechless and stood aside, unable to advance or retreat.
Yan Song understood Yan Han, so he didn't dare to interrupt for a while. Instead, he kept staring at Song Xiang, expecting what Song Xiang could do.
There were a bunch of people in the room and a circle of people outside. They all looked at Wen Xin and stepped forward to help Yan Han put on his shirt, and then stepped forward to help Yan Han button the buttons.
Yan Han pursed his lips and did not hum the whole time. The childishness of a few hours ago was gone.